Romilda had been hovering around the darkened halls of Hogwarts when she felt the tug that was Liam calling her. She smiled, glad for the distraction. She was only too keen to see what he was doing, especially now that he was probably at that ghastly home of his father's.
The place felt odd whenever she was there - there was so much death surrounding the place, but she couldn't not go to her son.
Appearing in the room, she saw Liam running across the floor and was about to say something, when she spotted another woman in the room. "Oh, It's you," she said in a rather frustrated tone.
She still didn't like Lettie, or think she was truly as forgetful as she was letting on. "I wonder what she remembers today?" she muttered under her breath as she gave Liam a sweet smile.
Looking at what the woman was wearing, and seeing the box of paints and crayons in Liam's hands she shook her head. This woman was as clueless as Miles. "A little overdressed for colouring in, aren't we?"