Beckett mimicked the girl, resting her chin on her hand and adopting a sing-sing voice. "Why not those closest to us in the more literal sense?"
"But no," she continued in the same breath, looking away as something in the texture of the table caught her eye. "It wouldn't do. No, no. For my part, I believe all children bleed the same, but..."
Not looking up, she gestured impatiently, signaling for someone else to make a decision.
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Alex had been frowning throughout the entirety of the recent round of discussion, but at Beckett's impatient wave, he decided to try speaking up again. "Are we actually considering a child? If we are, there needs to be a decision on whether it's going to be muggleborn, halfblood..."
He lifted his shoulder in a shrug. "Narrow our choices, as it were."