February 27th, 1894 - Kirke Residence
The morning snow had been a delight, she had braved the weather along with Bentley while Maisie took her morning nap to flit about their little garden making a snow man or tossing snowballs. It hadn't lasted long, the cold was too much, but it had been enough to knock her son out for a good, long afternoon nap. Maisie too was down again, fighting off a little case of the sniffles and sleeping a bit more than usual. It was rare these days that the two naps overlapped, so Elsie was enjoying the quiet by the fireplace with a book.
It was a good thing they had ventured out during the morning, as by the time Elsie was roused from her own little impromptu siesta, she noticed just how bad the weather had gotten outside. Miss Halliwell had the children well in hand, and Mrs. Robinson had started on dinner, but as Elsie watched the snow accumulate she worried about them getting home and thought to send them at once, but the weather was truly unruly. This in turn made her worry about Tyb's ability to get home as well. Hopefully the floo would remain unaffected, but she also worried that it would be an all-hands situation at the ministry if this kept up. Elsie had lived through enough weather events in Hogsmeade to realize there was always the potential for disaster.
This suspicion only increased as the hour grew later and the weather more peculiar and the fact that Tyb was still not home.
Elsie had managed to keep herself busy with dinner and the children and setting up both Mrs. Robinson and Miss Halliwell for the night. Els had always stood firm on the fact that their employment was only during the day, save for a few weeks after each birth, but the three of them had agreed that it would be much wiser if everyone stayed put. Elsie was not about to refuse the help, especially without Tyb home, but it did not ease the growing anxiety as the sky darkened and the house quieted without the children's laughter and babbling. She had fed Maisie one more time, distractedly, in the dim light of her own bedroom, having moved both children in there in their cots. The cold crept through the house, clawing at the wood and the walls like her frayed nerves clawed at her throat, but Elsie knew that it would be easier on her own mind to have them in the same place, near the roaring fire of the master bedroom.
She too had settled herself into bed after thanking Mrs. Robinson and Miss Halliwell yet again for the steadfast company, but her mind wandered, only finding some comfort in the steady breathing of her babes. Certainly this is what Tyb had to have gone through when she was stuck at the library after the dragons and though Elsie knew a snowstorm, even one that had indeed turned out to be some sort of magical heist with it's alternating outpouring of precipitation, was not quite as dangerous, she had no idea how long it would last or indeed, just what the ramifications would be.
It was going to be a long night.
It was a good thing they had ventured out during the morning, as by the time Elsie was roused from her own little impromptu siesta, she noticed just how bad the weather had gotten outside. Miss Halliwell had the children well in hand, and Mrs. Robinson had started on dinner, but as Elsie watched the snow accumulate she worried about them getting home and thought to send them at once, but the weather was truly unruly. This in turn made her worry about Tyb's ability to get home as well. Hopefully the floo would remain unaffected, but she also worried that it would be an all-hands situation at the ministry if this kept up. Elsie had lived through enough weather events in Hogsmeade to realize there was always the potential for disaster.
This suspicion only increased as the hour grew later and the weather more peculiar and the fact that Tyb was still not home.
Elsie had managed to keep herself busy with dinner and the children and setting up both Mrs. Robinson and Miss Halliwell for the night. Els had always stood firm on the fact that their employment was only during the day, save for a few weeks after each birth, but the three of them had agreed that it would be much wiser if everyone stayed put. Elsie was not about to refuse the help, especially without Tyb home, but it did not ease the growing anxiety as the sky darkened and the house quieted without the children's laughter and babbling. She had fed Maisie one more time, distractedly, in the dim light of her own bedroom, having moved both children in there in their cots. The cold crept through the house, clawing at the wood and the walls like her frayed nerves clawed at her throat, but Elsie knew that it would be easier on her own mind to have them in the same place, near the roaring fire of the master bedroom.
She too had settled herself into bed after thanking Mrs. Robinson and Miss Halliwell yet again for the steadfast company, but her mind wandered, only finding some comfort in the steady breathing of her babes. Certainly this is what Tyb had to have gone through when she was stuck at the library after the dragons and though Elsie knew a snowstorm, even one that had indeed turned out to be some sort of magical heist with it's alternating outpouring of precipitation, was not quite as dangerous, she had no idea how long it would last or indeed, just what the ramifications would be.
It was going to be a long night.
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