Jo eyed Anssi—and then kept eying the baby. How long would they need to talk before she could politely ask why Anssi had a baby? She’d seen quite a few of them around recently—was it some kind of assignment? But then, what kind of magic class required that students carry around babies? And moreover, why bring them to a Defense class?
The baby seemed like it was fine though, and Jo had no desire for her questions to be taken as concerns. She’d had to deal with the twins’ nonsense for the past eight years and was glad, in some ways, for the respite from the whining, crying, and screaming she’d endured while sharing a house with them. Until it was necessary, she wouldn’t bring it up. Her mother had always told her not to tickle a sleeping dragon, and while the crop of puffy blond hair sticking out over the baby’s head made hen look about as menacing as a Cruppy, appearances could be deceiving and she’d leave well enough alone.
“No idea,” Jo answered honestly. “I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure it out, but I’m not getting anywhere.”
The students in front of them were almost done with their chance at the Boggart. So much for coming up with a plan. They were running out of time, so Jo decided to (what did Nando call it, when something had to be done as fast as possible? Speedrunning?) speedrun this encounter.
“Do you want to go first?” she asked. “I can watch how it’s done and try afterwards.”
She eyed the baby again.
"Or, uh, would it be better for me to go first?" she asked, internally wincing at the waver in her voice. "Do you need time to...put the baby somewhere?"