"We've a lady who comes to the clinic every twelve weeks to have her pets looked after. Itsy, Bitsy and Bessy are all too delicate to walk she lugs them around in an overpriced handbag. The client's lovely but the dogs have a tendency to growl and snarl when anyone comes near them." Her tendency to babble in the morning was evident but Rose left out that on the last visit to the clinic, Mrs Rantzens precious bundles had been given a treatment that would likely give them a fear of the vets office for the rest of their lives.
Casting a glance down at Terence's oatmeal, Rose tried to hide her reaction to the thick, gloopy substance he'd chosen for breakfast and a glance at his face had her laughing into the cup of coffee she'd wrapped her fingers around. "Definitely not oatmeal," she teased as she moved around him to put some toast on. "Toast and banana and a second cup of coffee before work. Don't tell anyone but it's how us former Hufflepuffs stay so ridiculously cheerful. There's a neverending coffee jug in the common room and we all leave with frightening caffeine addictions."
The toast took minutes to brown and she sat down at the table, slicing the banana onto her bread with speed born of practice. Comfortable in her own space, Rose didn't mind that Terence was in the kitchen; he was in essence, a taller, broader male version of Astoria and that was how she was going to think of him before nine in the morning. "Maybe its hormones? Daphne's got another person growing inside of her which would make everything feel well, weird. Maybe she didn't mean to upset Astoria." It still didn't excuse whatever she had done to upset Astoria but Rose was willing to make some allowances for Daphne. "She'll be more independent if she thinks people have faith in her to be that way. If people trust her to be. She's got the flat, a job and working on a social life but she's still quite young."