March 29, 1892 - Hogsmeade
“Ambrose, no! Don’t touch that.” Delilah scolded quietly as she reached down to take his hand, trying to intervene before her son could reach out and pick up the discarded trash on the sidewalk in front of them. She was sure it was just another advertisement, probably for the new tea shop opening, although as her son turned to her with a grin on his face and the piece of paper stuck proudly to his shirt, she wasn’t sure what was on it. Delilah grimaced as she plucked the paper from his shirt before her hands smoothed out the fabric of his shirt. Going out with her children was always interesting, and she was always thankful to Sarah, their nanny was around the help. Ambrose loved animals and other children, was terribly shy around grownups and always seemed to have the agenda of getting messy - if there was a way, he was going to ensure it happened. Lavinia on the other hand was becoming old enough to act like a proper young lady and Delilah was proud of her for it. They’d spent the day having Easter outfits fitted and mended, with Sarah and Lavinia going on ahead of them to Honeydukes to pick up some sweets for the family, leaving herself to fend with Ambrose.
Delilah scooped up Ambrose who as if on cue, wailed as though Delilah had broken both his legs. It earned a few stares from passersby, but she merely ignored them as she sighed. Pressing a soft kiss against the dark curls of her son’s hair it didn’t take long for the alligator tears to die down and for Ambrose to squirm in her arms, ready to be set down so he could join his sister; as soon as his feet hit the ground he was tugging her toward Honeydukes to remind her “Mama, you said ice mice!”
She hadn’t, but Delilah couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as her young son squirmed through open the door to the sweets shop, and without much warning, watched as he ran straight into the back of the legs of someone. He didn’t seem to mind much, blinking up at them with wide eyes. Stepping forward to take her son’s hand, Delilah finally turned her attention toward the young man, although the apology died in her throat. Instead she told her son to go find Sarah, and he did rather happily.
A smile curled against her lips. “Long time no see,” Delilah laughed under her breath, finally recognizing Jesse Hatchitt; they’d been friends for a long time and then life had gotten in the way, and neither of them had any will to continue their pursuit after she’d gotten married. When was the last time she had truly seen him outside of passing? "Sorry for that. He's rather excited. Are you after some ice mice too?" She joked quietly, although her eyes didn't stray from him.
