Who: Ainsley and Lorcan Scamander What: Building and Talking Where: Outside the grocery, then wondering When: Saturday Afternoon Rating/Status: Low, no doubt/ In Progress
Ainsley grabbed the notebook she had on her bed and left her bungalow a slight smile on her face. She liked spending time with her nephew, and he was right that they needed swings. Swings were important. Besides, she wanted to talk to him about Rose and see where that had gone.
Smiling at seeing him already there, she ran over and hugged him quickly, then stepped back and looked around. "Gnomes didn't follow you, did they?" She didn't believe in Luna's animals, or Lorcan's belief that the gnomes were out to get them, but she wasn't one to tell them that their beliefs were stupid. They weren't. And if they could prove that the gnomes were evil, or that Crumple-Horned Snorcacks existed, she'd be the first to say 'of course.'
"Where do you think would be a good spot for the swings?"