A younger, less experienced Lucretia would have told you that she had no time for kids. She didn’t actively dislike children, of course. The ones she’d met during her time on the Starblaster had no shortage of stories to tell her, even if whether they were true or not could be debated, and despite her initial apprehensionthey’d definitely been fans of her’s.
Angus, of course, was not a normal kid. Perhaps a little dorky in dress, he absolutely earned the right to wear that bow-tie around his neck. Lucretia had spent a century meeting the leaders of nations and living with some of the seven smartest people she knew, but Angus sometimes blew them all out of the water.
She remembered first hearing about his investigations all those years ago, initially thinking him to be much older than he was (based on the reports of his genius deductive capabilities). But he was just a boy, only 10 years old and still a couple of teeth short of a full smile, who had joined her organization and become one of its most valuable- and well loved- members.
Now, a young man stood in front of her with countless ribbons, metals, and awards decorating his graduation robes. Looking at him like this, she often felt a strange, maternal emotion stirring in her chest. He might not be her blood, but that never stopped her family before, and it wouldn’t stop her now.
Lucretia was so proud of him, and she absolutely could not wait to find out what amazing thing he’d be doing next.
