 A Poop * k8 *
Good lord, who the hell was this woman? Lynley was already done with her. And the accent.
"Um hi." Lynley said with the tiniest of....mouth twitches, as if she tried to smile but failed. "I'm afraid I have no idea who ...you are, ma'am. Pity...you seem charming..." but as she learned she was Archer's MOTHER it all made sense why she immediately didn't take to the woman. Pfffft. She nodded. "Well...nice to meet you, Mrs. Burton," she held out her hand for the older lady to shake.
And Archer wouldn't shut up. Lynley raised an eyebrow at him. "Be quiet, Archer. You're making me want to leave already, Merlin," she snipped, but smiled as she suddenly saw Gabby. And the.... raisin BABY! "Oh my---look how precious!" And wrinkly it--SHE--was. Merlin. "And Gabby you look wonderful!" For someone who had just given birth, at least. But Lynley wouldn't add that in. "The baby...smells fresh." Oh goodness, she was the worst at giving baby compliments. Well, it was always sometime she could work on.
Um.
Hmmmmmmmm?
HOLD HER?
"NO." She said sternly. "I'm fine. I don't like holding them."
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |