Her gloved hands flitted over Marigold’s jacket and to her hair, brushing aside a few locks that had come loose; all the while, her ears strained to listen to what she was looking for: the sound of the man turning away so she could gather her daughter in her arms and apparate out of there. After a few second, she heard no such thing. Lips pressed together, Avery stood up, readjusting her grip on Marigold who was now attempting to cling to the hem of her coat (both of them were adjusting to their dexterity with the thicker winter gloves).
The seconds it took for her to stand up and turn around to face the man were some of the longest - and shortest - she’d experienced in quite some time.
Sure enough, when she took his expression in, he looked as if she’d slapped him across the face. Her stomach turned over, and Avery clenched her jaw to distract herself from the sudden impending feeling of having been thrown into a dark tunnel. God couldn’t have given her a few more weeks before running into him?
Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Avery looked up at him reluctantly from under neath the brim of her hat. After a moment or two of silence of enduring being looked at by someone whose expression resembled that of an oversized fish, she sighed. “In my experience, puttin’ your tongue back in your mouth makes it easier to speak, you know.” She drawled, taking a look around them before pitching her voice to a lower decibel. “But then again, you probably don’t remember me do you?”
The seconds it took for her to stand up and turn around to face the man were some of the longest - and shortest - she’d experienced in quite some time.
Sure enough, when she took his expression in, he looked as if she’d slapped him across the face. Her stomach turned over, and Avery clenched her jaw to distract herself from the sudden impending feeling of having been thrown into a dark tunnel. God couldn’t have given her a few more weeks before running into him?
Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Avery looked up at him reluctantly from under neath the brim of her hat. After a moment or two of silence of enduring being looked at by someone whose expression resembled that of an oversized fish, she sighed. “In my experience, puttin’ your tongue back in your mouth makes it easier to speak, you know.” She drawled, taking a look around them before pitching her voice to a lower decibel. “But then again, you probably don’t remember me do you?”
