She did indeed give her older brother a withering look, eyes half-closed and head tilted to the side. Not funny, Draco; obviously she knows that that isn't how it works! Don't insult her intelligence, like she's some kind of...baby.
As Mother frequently likes to remind her, she is a young lady in the making, and she'll be a proper young woman soon. So there.
"There are thirteen of us," she informs him in a chirp, matter of fact. "Of course the other Houses have got just as much - they say it has something to do with after the last war. All the families settling down?" Lyra has not done the 'math', so to be speak, on what precisely this means. She's too young to pick up on the hint. "I think that you might be wrong about the Ravenclaws though, I wonder if they only just have a reputation and people think better of them for it. I don't think they're so clever." There's a heated dislike building in her words; very much like the manner in which her brother used to carry on about brainless Gryffindors and certain idiots who think they're better than they actually are just because they've got scars... "There's this one girl in my year, and she thinks she's the darling of Ravenclaw. But clearly all she is is bossy and, oooh, what's that word? Manipulative."
She was proud of herself for recalling it, smug. And all talk of her nephew and whether or not he drooled had been completely forgotten as she warmed to the bitter subject of certain Ravenclaw girls that she utterly despised.
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As Mother frequently likes to remind her, she is a young lady in the making, and she'll be a proper young woman soon. So there.
"There are thirteen of us," she informs him in a chirp, matter of fact. "Of course the other Houses have got just as much - they say it has something to do with after the last war. All the families settling down?" Lyra has not done the 'math', so to be speak, on what precisely this means. She's too young to pick up on the hint. "I think that you might be wrong about the Ravenclaws though, I wonder if they only just have a reputation and people think better of them for it. I don't think they're so clever." There's a heated dislike building in her words; very much like the manner in which her brother used to carry on about brainless Gryffindors and certain idiots who think they're better than they actually are just because they've got scars... "There's this one girl in my year, and she thinks she's the darling of Ravenclaw. But clearly all she is is bossy and, oooh, what's that word? Manipulative."
She was proud of herself for recalling it, smug. And all talk of her nephew and whether or not he drooled had been completely forgotten as she warmed to the bitter subject of certain Ravenclaw girls that she utterly despised.