He nodded in mild appreciation at her affirmation about living here; this area of Hogsmeade - Pennyworth, did they call it? - looked cleaner and newer than he’d expected, than some of the streets stretching down the other way. Still, all a little... cosily crowded, however nice it looked.
Probably not her house, at least, if she was the only one in it. Or was her husband -? No, he didn’t think so. Emilia wouldn’t have glossed over him so conspicuously if he were living there too; though Conall was fairly certain, from Eavan talking about her aunt from time to time, that Mr. Moony had resurfaced at some point. Better not ask what her husband was doing now.
And the question slipped his mind in another few seconds after all, because it turned out her children were at Hogwarts. “What, both of them already?” Conall said in genuine surprise, blinking back his shock to hear it. When his wife had used to talk about them - a boy and a girl, wasn’t it? - well, they’d only been kids, the first of them only born at about the time when Eavan’d left for school. Remembering most milestones by what Nola had been telling him at the time meant they’d always been something of a static picture in his head. None of it felt all that long ago, but the realisation hit like a stunner to the chest as he did the maths on it. Six years. Jesus. How had Nola been gone six years?
Probably not her house, at least, if she was the only one in it. Or was her husband -? No, he didn’t think so. Emilia wouldn’t have glossed over him so conspicuously if he were living there too; though Conall was fairly certain, from Eavan talking about her aunt from time to time, that Mr. Moony had resurfaced at some point. Better not ask what her husband was doing now.
And the question slipped his mind in another few seconds after all, because it turned out her children were at Hogwarts. “What, both of them already?” Conall said in genuine surprise, blinking back his shock to hear it. When his wife had used to talk about them - a boy and a girl, wasn’t it? - well, they’d only been kids, the first of them only born at about the time when Eavan’d left for school. Remembering most milestones by what Nola had been telling him at the time meant they’d always been something of a static picture in his head. None of it felt all that long ago, but the realisation hit like a stunner to the chest as he did the maths on it. Six years. Jesus. How had Nola been gone six years?
