Don't Meddle With Her Heart

[Tilda MacFusty]

Tilda let out another giggle, smiling back at the boy. "Yeh, mah mam would kill meh too if she found out Ah'd snapped meh wand. They aren't cheap, wands, aer they?" She said, absently reaching into her own pocket and holding her wand. She enjoyed the engraved patterns on it, which resembled a series of meaningful Celtic symbols that tied her to her family and roots. It was one of her most prized possessions she owned.

She thought of the castle. She missed the smell of the wind in the air, and the noise of her cousins as they trained and the laughter of her large family. She was only a cousin but that didn't mean she wasn't close to them. Tilda nodded. "Yeh, Ah go thear lots o' times. We live pret'y close to them, so goin' there is pretty much sec'nd nature by now." Tilda smiled kindly at the boy. She was glad he was Robby's friend. She thought he'd get along with the family well if he didn't mind the dragons and such.