"Y'all got sweet blood," she snorted. "This little crush is so..." she laughed. "I don't even know Samir," she shook her head but decided to throw him a bone. "She seems to like sweets," she frowned. "Damn sweet tooth. I peeked in her office before we came down and she's got a damn bowl of sugary stuff that I'm assuming she hands out to the kids when they have problems." Gemma on the other hand did not have a sweet tooth, she preferred a heartier diet. "Try something vanilla scented or a big box of truffles," she suggested.
"Yer so right there. Aint willful at all. They're pliable and fragile. They watch too much damn television and let muggle ideas seep into their heads," she shook her own head. "It makes 'em weak."