To tell the truth, Miseria wasn't impressed when she saw one Slytherin girl hugging Elijah. Actually, for her, he even seemed to get all the girls he wanted. Especially with all the looks he had, and probably with the talent what he got. Yet, she had to raise her eyebrows when he sat next to them, behind the same table, and then looked at Fauve. She was cute, sweet little girl with her piggy tails, but then she had to look down at her stomach. Not like any other girls would, she didn't even blush, but smirked. „I thought the dress would hide it,“ she said, looking now up at them.
„I'm a teenage mommy now,“ said about the disappearance of the belly, and then laughed shortly. „Kind of.“
Then took Fauve matters in her own hands, making Miseria realize that even a five year old girl can act like a grown up, however, she has seen such kids before. Well manered, and from a good family, though, she didn't know from where this little girl was from. Yet, she heard this little strange mixture of different accents, french and bulgarian, which meant that she has been living in both of the countries for some time. „Isn't he?“ she smiled at a little girl, who said that her daddy is silly. Happens, though. She was going to offer this little child a hand to shake it, acting a little bit politely, but she already was back at Elijah, emberracing him with the best she had.
„Oh, but I'm sure he gives his best to make your childhood good,“ she said, looking now only at Fauve, raising her eyebrows again when she started turning Eli's hair into different colors. What a nice way to discover a magic, now isn't it?