Weekends were lonely. Weekdays she was busy with work, but weekends - especially with both of the children at school - were lonely. And so EJ had committed herself to errands, was coming back from the store with a loaf of bread and some flowers to plant in the basket under her arm. She walked there and back, hoping to kill some of the time alone in her household.
She recognized Nola's husband, but likely would have ignored her had he returned the favor - which, honestly, she had expected. She knew Eavan; she did not know her father well at all. He had married Nola and left when Emilia was still a child. But then things spun past them - there was, perhaps, some brief eye contact, and then it was too late.
(She shouldn't begrudge this, Emilia knew - it meant she could have someone to talk to.)
"Conall," Emilia said warmly. "Fancy seeing you in Hogsmeade."
She recognized Nola's husband, but likely would have ignored her had he returned the favor - which, honestly, she had expected. She knew Eavan; she did not know her father well at all. He had married Nola and left when Emilia was still a child. But then things spun past them - there was, perhaps, some brief eye contact, and then it was too late.
(She shouldn't begrudge this, Emilia knew - it meant she could have someone to talk to.)
"Conall," Emilia said warmly. "Fancy seeing you in Hogsmeade."