"Do you know who your father is?" Cece had heard about her father time beyond time, but she never felt close to him whenever they saw him. So Cece supposed, in a sense of comfortability, no. "No, not really." Minerva felt guilty. Children were meant to grow up feeling happy around their parents. "Do you know me?" She smiled, as Cece grinned and nodded her head, turning to her mother. "Of course I do!" She jumped forward, arms first into Minerva. "Cece!"
"Alastor!" Minerva scolded, but her tone said otherwise. Her mouth was curled into a smile, and she couldn't stop giggling. "Stop tackling me." Moody only shrugged in response. "You don't seem to have a problem with it." He was grinning too. "The way I react does not portray the way I feel. All the time." She added, getting off the bed, and dusting herself off in such a fashion, you'd think it was mandatory. "Alastor Moody! Stop-it!" She yelled, in a matter of factly way. "I won't be able to get out of bed without being lunged at at this rate."
