Brunhild scribbled her name at the bottom of the paper.
"Having a cousin in the Ministry helps," she said, smiling, "though he never would tell me exactly what it is he does here."
"He's three, by the way. My own son, Caledon, is six." She stepped to one side to reveal a taller dark-haired boy wearing a worried expression. He took one look at the man behind the desk before ducking back behind his mother's robes.
Her voice dropped. "he's a bit shy, unlike this one," she said, nodding toward the younger child in her arms.
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