Gryffindor HoH | Mother of 3
Cyndi Kingsley wasnt exactly sure, but she had the feeling that her son was avoiding her. Whether that had to do with what shed seen at the dance or not, she wasnt sure. She actually wasnt sure if she was imagining it in the first place. But, it would end today, if it was a thing. Having sent him an owl in the morning, Cyndi was fairly certain that her son would show up. Noah had manners, and she was sure hed feel guilty for even thinking of not showing up. At least, she hoped that was the case. And right now, Professor Kingsley was ready to use whatever she needed to. Some might call the woman overbearing, but Cyndi preferred the term protective. Taking a seat on the bench near the rosebush, the woman waited for her son. She was dressed rather muggle-like, a maxi dress and sandals, her hair in a messy bun because she had plans in the village later in the day with Kiera. Both women had been extremely busy of late, but they had a standing lunch date that Cyndi knew better than to miss.