Mr and Mrs Prewett, could I ask you to take a seat in this -le gesture- classroom, please? There’s something I’m afraid we have to discuss about your daughter, and I think it’s better kept private.
Darling, please tell us what’s going on. -le both sits-
Yeah, you’re beginning to freak us out.
Molly P-Prewett? With the, uh… the red hair and the— She hasn’t owl’d you at all? I asked her to make sure she did… When was the last time you received an owl from her? She is here, most likely in her room still.
That would be her. Why did you ask her to owl us?
Um… I would say… Just after New Year? We were here for the holidays then, and she owl’d to ask if we got home alright.
-clears her throat
and totally isn’t thinking about how much of a dilf Mr. Prewett is- Can I help you find somebody?
Hi there! We’re looking for Molly Prewett. She hasn’t replied to any of our owls for quite some time and we’ve been here for two days and haven’t seen her at all.
Do you know her? Maybe you take classes with her?
Goodness. I hadn’t realised how much I missed this place until now.
That’s nice, darling, but can we please keep the nostalgia for after we find our daughter?
Well? -le hands on the hips- What do you have to say for yourself, young lady? No, that’s enough, I don’t want to hear it. What were you thinking?!
Where- -le shoving random people- is she?! Molleth Prewett! … Eth! Get over here right now!
Where the hell did this week even go?
There’s a ball…?