Holding on is hard to do
when all you really want you lose
when all you really want you lose
March 22nd, 1890 — Pennyworth Streets
Emilia Moony / Cassius Lestrange
Eavan was back - back ‘home’, he’d nearly thought. But that wasn’t true. He might have settled in Irvingly for the time being, but that had been for her - but visiting her at the start of the year had reminded him of the last place he’d called home. Nowhere without Nola had ever really counted.
He’d missed Eva badly. He missed Nola badly.
But there was lots for Eva to do with her friends and her birds and the zoo, so Conall had elected to mind his own business for the day, and had been in Hogsmeade. He’d gone to a friend’s in Pennyworth, they’d had a couple of drinks, his friend had leant him a newly published journal from a naturalist in Africa who’d been studying Fwoopers. He’d been wandering back towards the High Street when he spotted her - one of the Federlines. Well, not a Federline. Once a Federline. Not that he’d ever known her then; Nola had been older, and on her way across the Atlantic. Eavan had spent more time on this side of the world than he had; she knew better than him.
Come to think of it, Conall wasn’t entirely certain he recalled what this Federline’s actual last name was. Which was partly why he let his gaze slide past her on the street, unsure of whether he wanted to start a conversation with the sister-in-law he’d probably only seen a handful of times since being here. But he felt he’d been too slow to pretend not to see her, and he didn’t want Nola’s only sister thinking him rude. (Even though he was.)
So he stopped in his tracks, and turned towards her as if he’d only just seen her. “Ah - Emilia,” Conall exclaimed, trying not to make that a question. Her name was Emilia. That was about as much as he managed before he second-guessed himself. He wasn’t entirely sure she looked in the mood to... chat.
He’d missed Eva badly. He missed Nola badly.
But there was lots for Eva to do with her friends and her birds and the zoo, so Conall had elected to mind his own business for the day, and had been in Hogsmeade. He’d gone to a friend’s in Pennyworth, they’d had a couple of drinks, his friend had leant him a newly published journal from a naturalist in Africa who’d been studying Fwoopers. He’d been wandering back towards the High Street when he spotted her - one of the Federlines. Well, not a Federline. Once a Federline. Not that he’d ever known her then; Nola had been older, and on her way across the Atlantic. Eavan had spent more time on this side of the world than he had; she knew better than him.
Come to think of it, Conall wasn’t entirely certain he recalled what this Federline’s actual last name was. Which was partly why he let his gaze slide past her on the street, unsure of whether he wanted to start a conversation with the sister-in-law he’d probably only seen a handful of times since being here. But he felt he’d been too slow to pretend not to see her, and he didn’t want Nola’s only sister thinking him rude. (Even though he was.)
So he stopped in his tracks, and turned towards her as if he’d only just seen her. “Ah - Emilia,” Conall exclaimed, trying not to make that a question. Her name was Emilia. That was about as much as he managed before he second-guessed himself. He wasn’t entirely sure she looked in the mood to... chat.
