“Come on mum, dad!” James and Brienne yelled in unison, pushing their trunks throughout the crowd of people, laughing and ignoring the calls of, “You little brats,” or even, “Spawns of Satan!” Which Mrs. Potter glared at as she followed her two children, whom she thought to be rather angelic.

 

She suddenly winced as the two children knocked an old woman onto her backside. Angelic, yes, that was the word for it.