By the time they could stand, the two antisocial little tykes had been introduced to multiple other children, some being older and others younger. Some were approximately the same age as them like Billy Stubbs or Dennis Bishop. Riddle nor Rhonwen liked either of the two very much and preferred to keep their distance. Martha, a helper, had taken to placing them all in the same room so she could watch them all at once although the middle aged woman was fairing very badly at it. If Rhonwen didn't have a sense of kindness in her body, she'd have assumed that Martha would be as lousy at anything else as she was at this. But due to her reasonableness and the fact that she cared to analyze, Rhonwen knew that it was the cause of exhaustion.

More often than not the woman would fall asleep and ignore the children and Rhonwen supposed it wasn't really her fault that Ms. Cole was overworking her. She had heard the babies cry (damn her sensitive hearing) and Martha would always be the one to calm them down, helping them sort themselves out so they wouldn't create such a fuss. Not once did any of the other helpers give aid so it was up to poor Martha to tend to the children night and day (which most certainly was not an easy job). This left her constantly yawning and pinching herself to stay awake.

Today, she assumed the same position as always during playtime, trying to stay alert but slowly accidentally rocking herself to sleep. Rhonwen stared at the woman with a frown. She looked incredibly tired with her worn out clothes. The dark bags under her eyes seemed to stand out even more. Unconsciously, Rhonwen began to teeter up to stand, trying to move towards the woman and she damaged to stumble a few steps before knocking into the chubby Billy Stubbs who seemed to have the same temper as Riddle.

He picked up his block and hit her with it, mumbling something garbled as he did so, causing her to cry out as she felt tears spring to her eyes once more. What a little fucking dick, she rubbed at her arm wondering if it would bruise and kicked the boy irritably, sniffling in what would have been a cute way if she hasn't been giving him the evil eye and had scrunched up her face.

"Ah!" Billy was even more so of a brat than she was and he kicked her back harder, making her tumble over and run her back onto the block. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it still hurt. Especially considering she was still a tyke and it didnt help that bruising easily seemed to follow her into whatever life she ended up in.

Rhonwen teared up once more, starting to sniffle louder as she tried to find something to throw before she felt Riddle, who she hadn't even realized was so close to her spot, snatch at her arm and tug her small body towards him. He basically dragged her to him like one would do to a ragdoll.

In doing so, he managed to make her feel even worse by giving her a version of barely existant but she swore it was real rug burn. Taking his metal train once more, Riddle glanced at it and sent it flying off for Billy's foot, watching in great pleasure as it hit its target hard. Rhonwen felt a chill fly down her back as she watched Billy yelp loudly and begin to cry at the pain and she tried to shove down the absolute pleasure she felt at watching him. Rhonwen wouldnt deny that she had a little sadistic streak at certain times in her life. It was only reasonable. Rhonwen eyed Riddle wearily and he did the same to her before she wobbled up once more, grabbed the bunny by its ear, and flopped it into his lap before plopping herself down close to him. She had basically taken claim to the slowly aging plush toy and to let him touch it was a big step.

Truce?

Riddle studied the bunny and her cautious expression before he picked up and felt at it too. The plush fur seemed to enrapture him and she watched as his mouth widened into an O, finding the sight adorable looking and slightly disturbing because this was supposed to be the future Lord Voldemort damn it and she highly doubted that evil doers would want to follow a dark lord who marveled over the plushness of a stuffed animal.

Riddle, who probably had no idea of what was going on in her head, was still very enticed with the toy and she tugged at its arm before watching him pull the thing away from her. Her legs, which had been underneath one of the stuffed limbs, suddenly felt cold and a sense of anger ran through her.

Rhonwen felt her gaze narrow. Riddle's dark gaze settled on to her as well.

This little fucking shit.

She had offered her bunny up for only a minute and that was it. They all had their own respected toys. Had this little fuck never heard of the status quo?

Rhonwen snatched at the Bunny, trying to tug it away from him only for Riddle to come with it. She huffed irritably. Of course the one time she tried to be nice to riddle he would try to take advantage of it. Rhonwen glanced up at the ceiling in utter disbelief. Whatever God thought it would be a good idea to put her here had a sick sense of humor.