My grandmother beat me with the broom that hadn't been cleaned since who knows when, and while I ducked away, I saw Ren trying to help me, but the staff sergeant picked him up.
I chuckled and winked at the kid to tell him that we were just playing around.
Though my grandmother was definitely not playing.
The next time the broom would have hit me, most of it acidified magically, and my grandmother looked at the ten-centimeter-long wooden stick in her hands.
She looked around before looking up, where one could see a bit of black hair, as Henry seemed to have sat down on the roof again.
"YOU!" She pointed up, but the bit of black hair didn't move or acknowledge her.
I broke into laughter and sidestepped the remains of the broom that were thrown at me.
My grandmother took my wrist and dragged me out of the front yard, while I gave Henry, who slowly came into view the closer we got to the gate, a thumbs up.
