"Oi, you -- kiddo...!" Parnel -- or Rhonda, as she'd now decided to go by -- ever since that caustic Malcolm bloke had made her aware of just which the name Parnel meant -- stopped Oscar by catching him by his collar as he began to run away from her flat, to which she was returning with a sausage roll from Sookie's Cookies. "I mean-- sorry, didn't mean to choke you like that... But... hey, what are you running from, anyway's? I can protect you, you know!" She beamed down at the kiddo, but she felt little confidence; children of the almost-Hogwarts-age always tended to make her a little nervous, if only because they WERE almost Hogwarts age, and not quite there yet...!