Post by Annabelle Hennessy on Jun 18, 2010 20:47:56 GMT -5
Blimey, how was she expected to answer a question like that, especially to Markise? Annabelle wanted him to like her, he just said he wanted to meet her which was a good place to start she supposed. She picked up the picture of Camille and watched her daughter move around the picture as if for inspiration. She has your hair, it's my color, but she gets the curls from you. She lets me play with it too, just like you used to."
She looked up at Markise, the pride for her daughter, their daughter, evident on her face. "I don't even know where to begin. She loves playing with dolls. She is always making them have tea parties and occasionally convinces me to give them real tea and crisps for a snack. She likes school, starts year three in the fall. And we already know she's a witch, so no worries there." That had been one of her worst fears, that she'd be a squib, until last year when Camille had accidentally flooded the bathroom when she'd gotten mad at having to get out of the tub.
She looked up at Markise, the pride for her daughter, their daughter, evident on her face. "I don't even know where to begin. She loves playing with dolls. She is always making them have tea parties and occasionally convinces me to give them real tea and crisps for a snack. She likes school, starts year three in the fall. And we already know she's a witch, so no worries there." That had been one of her worst fears, that she'd be a squib, until last year when Camille had accidentally flooded the bathroom when she'd gotten mad at having to get out of the tub.
