We were not pleased to go back to school this morning. (I was not pleased because fucking balls I had to get up bloody early. I may have to ruddy let a flat there, because apparating and port keys, on a daily bloody basis? NO. I don't like it. But that's what it'll be unless I let a flat up there just to secure a floo. Balls,balls and more balls.)
Anyway, I am pretty sure I've never seen a child get that redfaced and upset before. I told her she'd start again on Monday morning, and she threw a tantrum, then skulked, then cried and begged me not to make her go, then avoided me until last night, where she crawled on the couch with me (we brought her mum's tele down, I don't even want to get into the details of getting electricity into building) and she cried all soft and puppyeyed and told me she loved me and begged me to please not make her go.
6:30 a.m. was a violent time here. She threw her teddy bear at me, followed by her hairbrush. She was not pleased when they bounced off the ward I put up around me and then bemoaned the fact that it was unfair that I used magic when she didn't know any. I'm off to pick her up soon - the school counselor set up little one hour meetings for them after school, which could be a plus, I don't know, I'm worried. to see how she's adjusting to life with me and without her mum.
I'm tired and I don't want to even heat up the food Mum sent over.