"I don't know, Miles is a good father too. He takes you flying, doesn't he Liam?" she asked, knowing it was a dig at Romilda. She didn't even like children, although Liam was somewhat less disgusting than most, but riling Romilda proved too much of a challenge to pass up.
Not that she could remember why it was too much of a challenge. It was the most peculiar feeling knowing something subconsciously but not being able to recall why you felt that way.
"Oh," She flicked to the page titled 'Hogsmeade' and went down to the page. Barmaid wasn't exactly the word written on the page and she smirked a little. "Three Broomsticks. With Millicent- Is that your Cent?" she asked Liam, a little befuddled. "Oh, that would make sense. Ella's her daughter, yes?"
She shrugged, not able to remember a thing and Romilda bloody well knew it. "Not really. Miles told me my family's into the precious stones and jewellery market and that I've designed some lines for them. Hey- Liam, draw your father and Mont... Montague?" she hazarded. "I'll make them move for you."