Her ears prick up at the sound of the bad word and she spins around, gasping. "Mummy, you just said /shit/."

"Scorpius…" She mumbled guiltily, remembering that Scorpius had made her promise not to tell anyone that he was the one who taught it her.

Eyes her mum's drink from behind the door.

As silently as she could, she rolls into the room, mission impossible style, her eyes glued to the drink.

Moves round to the side of the bed, her arm reaching up blindly to try and grab the glass.

Mumbles under her breath as she fails to locate the glass, getting up off the ground and staring at her. “/Mummy/!”

Pulling herself up onto the bed, her features created her best puppy dog face. “Can I have your drink?”

Let's out a gasp. Carina Malfoy should show her!

Erica shuffled herself over her mum's lap, her arms knotting together tightly. “But it looks like hot chocolate!”

“Wow!” Her small lips curled into a proud grin as she saw Carina Malfoy lift herself. “You can do it Rina!”

— dropped to her sides. “Are yous okay, mummy?”

— tentative pat on Carina Malfoy's tiny shoulder.

Climbs into ʀᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ's lap.

Buries herself into ʀᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ's chest, her eyes glancing up at her. "Are yous okay, Rosie?"

Her eyebrows fell into a frown. ʀᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ didn't look okay. In fact, she looked quite the opposite. "Are you sureee?" She asked.

Dangles her leg off the edge of the sofa. "Bored, bored, /booored/."

Erica rolled off the sofa and made her way to the kitchen almost immediately when she caught a waft of food.

Her features formed a puzzled expression as she tilted her head to look up at her mum, simply replying with, "what?"