Marlene loved Maisie, but right now she wished the younger girl was far, far away. Or at least farther away than the third floor. There were locking and silencing charms, of course, but she didn't know if Dirk would be weirded out if suggested them.
"Well, that won't do at all," she said, her Hebridian brogue stronger than usual (it always became more pronounced when she was home). She stretched out on the large sofa before the fireplace and reached up for him.