Diana was pleased to have made it to Hogwarts with Basil, having grown increasingly concerned she’d be left alone with the rest of the Foxwoods. (They were sweet, but nothing like her beloved little scholar and pseudo-son.)
At first, it was clear this was a much better environment to suit her extroverted craving for constant attention, something the children offered in spades. Though two weeks in, the weight of it all started to wear on her little furry shoulders. The girl with ribbon in her hair, the cheeky know-it-all second year, the timid boy with the mess of dark curls. Obviously, her children were much older now. Grown, even. And she’d missed all these precious years, their special milestones. It shattered her heart to thousands of tiny pieces to think of it much.
It would seem a dark cloud also loomed over her companion as of late. Though they were a newer chosen family, she’d grown more than a little familiar with his patterns. The manic excitement that drove sleepless nights over books and papers, his constant correspondence with various other scholars. Then, the other side of the coin: the times he’d spend staring out his window with a lost daydream in his eyes, where his productivity waned, and he’d forget to eat.
Diana thought she knew the reason that look lingered in Basil’s eyes. Not explicitly, but she was there the evening It Happened. And so she knew, the way all mothers understand something happened without really knowing what happened. Mums feel it in their bones.
A mewl of surprise escaped her throat as she felt herself hoisted up from a light slumber into Basil’s arms and this too, she recognized in the pattern. The boy was broken-hearted, and she nuzzled into his face in response. Times like this she wished her arms were longer, so she could properly give him a hug. Or perhaps that she had the vocal cords to sing him a proper lullaby. But having no way to do these things, she curled up into him more, a bit like a fanciful warm scarf that could attempt to smother him with love she had nowhere else to deposit.
‘There there, my darling,’ she said in her head, purring soothingly into his cuddles. ‘I promise that this too, shall pass.’
At first, it was clear this was a much better environment to suit her extroverted craving for constant attention, something the children offered in spades. Though two weeks in, the weight of it all started to wear on her little furry shoulders. The girl with ribbon in her hair, the cheeky know-it-all second year, the timid boy with the mess of dark curls. Obviously, her children were much older now. Grown, even. And she’d missed all these precious years, their special milestones. It shattered her heart to thousands of tiny pieces to think of it much.
It would seem a dark cloud also loomed over her companion as of late. Though they were a newer chosen family, she’d grown more than a little familiar with his patterns. The manic excitement that drove sleepless nights over books and papers, his constant correspondence with various other scholars. Then, the other side of the coin: the times he’d spend staring out his window with a lost daydream in his eyes, where his productivity waned, and he’d forget to eat.
Diana thought she knew the reason that look lingered in Basil’s eyes. Not explicitly, but she was there the evening It Happened. And so she knew, the way all mothers understand something happened without really knowing what happened. Mums feel it in their bones.
A mewl of surprise escaped her throat as she felt herself hoisted up from a light slumber into Basil’s arms and this too, she recognized in the pattern. The boy was broken-hearted, and she nuzzled into his face in response. Times like this she wished her arms were longer, so she could properly give him a hug. Or perhaps that she had the vocal cords to sing him a proper lullaby. But having no way to do these things, she curled up into him more, a bit like a fanciful warm scarf that could attempt to smother him with love she had nowhere else to deposit.
‘There there, my darling,’ she said in her head, purring soothingly into his cuddles. ‘I promise that this too, shall pass.’
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beautiful set by gin <3