Antonin had a point, but he was being so bloody reasonable when she didn't feel at all reasonable or even rational at that particular moment! Oh, she hated those hormones, they were driving her insane! She wanted to stomp her foot and screech bloody murder!
'Yes,' she ground out from between her teeth, 'but Dark Magic is more easily and more commonly abused which is why we don't allow it, here!'
She let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her back. 'But she can't be!' she wailed. 'Unborn children do not show signs of magic! It isn't possible! And our daughter has no business even recognizing Dark Magic, let alone having an affinity for it!'
She glared at Antonin when he laughed. 'Well, what are we supposed to do? I can't sit around making myself calm all day so she doesn't feel the need to respond! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I AM NOT A CALM PERSON ANYMORE!' Even Morag was surprised at the range her voice managed on that last part.
Her face crumpled. 'I can't carry a staff, I'm too short!' she complained. Now she had progressed into whining, and she loathed grown women who whined. 'Oooooooh!!!! she screeched, burying her head in her hands.