[Emma]

Originally Posted by Cassini90125

Hmmm...

After Frankie and Mr Herriman have yet another argument, Madam Foster gives them both a stern lecture about setting a good example for the less well-behaved IF's. She goes on to insist that all three of them are now going to have "Quality Time" together. She marches them up to her room and gets out the Scrabble board. "We're going to have a nice quiet game of Scrabble now," says Madam Foster, "and there'll be no talk about rules or budgets or any other House concerns, just idle chat, okay dearies?" Frankie and Mr. Herriman grumble a bit but comply, and the game begins. Twenty minutes into the game, Mr. Herriman, who knows every word in the English language, is pulling ahead and looking very well pleased with himself. Frankie scowls at his smug pleasure as she draws new letter tiles. Her scowl suddenly turns into a big mischievious smile as she spots an opportunity and spells out a word. Mr. Herriman examines Frankie's word; his eyes pop wide, and his monocle falls into his glass of carrot juice. "Miss Frances!" he yells. "That word is not in the official Scrabble dictionary!" Madam Foster, who had been dozing, wakes up at the commotion. "Hm? What's going on?" Mr. Herriman points at the Scrabble board. "It's what he is, Grandma," says Frankie. Madam Foster giggles; Mr Herriman seethes. "Now now, dear," Madam Foster says to Frankie. "Take that off the board and apologize to Mr. Herriman." Frankie removes the offending word and apologises. "I sawwy, Mr. Herriman," she says in a fake little girl voice, choking back her desire to laugh. "I won't ever call you a 'Doodoohead' ever again." Madam Foster loses it and bursts out laughing. Mr. Herriman rolls his eyes and wonders where his monocle has gone to.

*Hands Cassini a gold star*