✧STILL RESTLESS PT.1✧

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Aurora Lestrange nee Black hadn't had that type of blissful sleep in years. With the accounted pregnancies, the time without Rabastan and the stress of him being chased by the Ministry had all lead to her eyelids being heavy on this morning...Of all mornings.

Although the bedsheet had covered all of her body, she felt the perfect amount of warmth radiating around her. No part of her wanted to move, but she was a curious cat. And forcing her eyes to peek open caused a sinking feeling to erupt, as well as a swelling reminder of what happened just the night before.

And it had nothing to do with the party.

Yanking up the bed cover, making sure that her breasts were hidden from the cool room's air only reminded her how much she missed this.

His heat.

His kisses.

His body.

Him.

A shakey breath had left her as she found the strength to move away, it felt like she was suffocating. Salem was simply swimming in Rabastan's scent, so she decided to opt for another warmth.

She couldn't allow herself to get used to this, used to him in this sense she meant. It was wrong and entirely unwarranted, the bond returned last night and she only sanctioned that theory when the water that just yesterday was burning hot hadn't reached the same temperature as what she had felt in bed.

Aurora found tranquility in the tub, just blocking out any and all sounds and thoughts as she processed the tidings that came since she returned to Britain.

It just felt like this whole manor was tainted, that Regulus had walked these halls, aided the twins when they were simply babes...She died in this house.

Rabastan had felt the lack of warmth damning, and it threw him for a loop that it was a tempted linger as he moved closer to claim Aurora's pillow.

However opening his eyes did he catch the sudden sight of his wife's shorts and top. Why was he sleeping on them?

In a method of confusion he rose to sit up, rolling his shoulders back did he weed out the kinks and quirks that he usually got from a long sleep.

However moving the covers away he realized he wasn't wearing anything...He didn't usually sleep in the nude, which caused him to turn stunned.

Last night they...

"Hmm." He heard his wife hum, and it alerted him to know that she was still in the same room. Or at least nearby, so he rushed to dress halfway, only to see such a similar picture of his wife in the tub.

Though it wasn't in a method of relaxation, her chin was propped on her knees. Soaking in a heavily scented bath, her eyes were closed but he could already see the redness of her skin.

She was crying this whole time.

"Rory..." He whispered, coming down to sit beside the tub did he realize that she didn't give any reaction. But that was slightly his ignorance to his wife and children's religion.
She was in a meditative state, one she mastered ages ago.

All the unwanted bits and bops were denied from her consciousness until she opened her eyes. And his mistake was that he placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her scrambled in the tub.

"God! Don't ever touch one of us if we're meditating Lestrange! Are you trying to dislocate my soul?!" He had been startled by such a response that he fell unceremoniously onto his bum, mirroring her displacement as she looked around the room.

Only to fall short as to why she was hiding away in here.

"What time is it?"
"Nearly ten...Though I suppose the children won't be up for another house with the sweets they've eaten. How long have you been awake love?" Rory shrugged, returning to the position he had found her in and she, very childish said "Dunno."

"Let me get you a towel love, and perhaps a—"
"This doesn't change a damn thing Rabastan, my soul was unsilenced weeks ago, its finally come back." At first she assumed that he would indeed have a smug expression, having finally gotten what he wanted since his first night.

But instead he shared a happy grin.

"I thought I was alone Kitten, but now you feel it all the same...I cannot say I didn't enjoy last night because I have missed you in that sense. But I promise I won't step over any more boundaries."
"Please tell me that we used a spell?" She turned to glance at him and she had gained all she needed to know by seeing his drained white face.

He hadn't even had a hint of a thought.

"I-is there anything that will stop...?" He didn't want to say the harsh words, and Rory nodded her head. "I don't believe in all that stuff Rabastan, it feels wrong. But Lorelei is the very last, I cannot go through it again." He agreed, it wasn't as if he had been near any nappies in a long while.

Instead he went over to the shelf and retrieved her bathrobe and an extra towel.

"You don't work until Monday, curtesy of Otto and your team..."
"I have to approve everything Rabastan, and if I don't then the apothecary won't happen. I've worked too hard to let that go down the drain." She spoke, standing up to meet him for the towel and wrapping herself in the fluffy material.

The extra towel, however, managed to dab her face as she continued over to the vanity, and before she knew it Rabastan had kneed down below her.

"Rabastan...Look at me." She whispered, but he was ashamed with himself and she knew it...But this sense of dread was filling the room and turning to suffocate her.

"Raba...There was nothing wrong with last night, we would've eventually found ourselves there in the future. I just didn't want to jump you like an uncontrolled adolescent."
"But you wanted to wait." She shrugged.

"I did—I still do. Because you need to focus on the children than a relationship with me. We're not ready to be intimately involved again." He knew she was right, but everything that happened last night felt so right that this closeness, this bond was getting him all worked up and confused.

Her hands found their way to snake around his cheeks to hold up his gaze, and he flutters his eyes in relief of her warm touch. "I love you Rabastan." She whispered, bending down press her lips down onto his. The feeling was evidently mutual as he hummed, vibrating the kiss.

Her smile was the first sign that she was pulling away, but as were the coming steps that caused her to summon his robe as well and cover towards his shoulder.

"Mum? Father?" Apparently the two had missed Romulus' initial knocking which caused him to come in. And Rabastan chuckled at the idea of having been caught last night.

"In the bathroom darling, is everything alright?" The boy skidded in for a moment and narrowed his eyes to sight before him. Odd yes, but it wasn't that questionable.

"Cara wants to go and see Maya and Lori wants to see Rosa...They're wondering if they can owl them?"
"Ah, so why didn't they come and ask?" Romulus frowned, realizing that he had been caught.

"Could I go over Lennox's?" Rabastan hadn't realized the severity of the situation, but Romulus wasn't the most sociable of boys. He rather be at home or aid his mother with a potion that he failed to make friends outside those at who lived at the farm.

Anton and Alex were by far his best friends as one was older and the other was just a few shorts months younger, Aurora had thought that perhaps her friend had been pregnant for a few short months while she was finishing up at Ilvermorny beside John.

But that wasn't any of Aurora's business.

Romulus looked partially scared, and of course Rabastan realized it once he caught the excitement rushing off of Rory in waves.

"Oh sweet Morgian no! No questions!" He yelled, and that only caused Aurora to try and chase after him—How she had gone from a scolding woman to a bubbly mother was beyond him. But he grinned as he caught her leaning out the doorway.

"We'll talk about this later!"
"No we won't!" Her grin ranged ear to bloody ear, and Rabastan could only hope that it was nothing to serve in terms of needing to have a lads talk.

He hadn't prepared himself for any of that yet.

"And what was that about?"
"He's made a friend!" She squealed, hurrying over to the closest to leave Rabastan even more confused than before.

"And you're giddy as a schoolgirl because...?"
"Well he might look like my brother but he certainly doesn't act like Sirius, he's very cautious around new people and has only been close to with the family we stayed with 'Cousins'. But now he's made a friend!"

"And from being a son ever so long ago, the last thing I'm sure Romulus wants is his mother making a big deal about it...I didn't think he was shy."
"I think it steams from him being older than everyone around him. Alex and Anton are Romulus and Imara's age, or Alex is just shy of a few months younger. But it's close enough. They get along swimmingly, it's just his other roommates he wasn't very social with...Oh I'm so excited!" She was still a squealing mess and no matter what her husband warned her of, she didn't listen.

The children had their own devices, and all Aurora really asked of her children was to confirm where they were going. Otherwise they were sufficiently mature enough to make the arrangements, something that Evelyn and Amelia were not prepared for when they received a very adorable letter from the Lestrange children asking for a playdate.

Rabastan would've loved to drop his children off for such a plan, but he was still facing a few more weeks on house arrest as it was in a stance of a probation period.

Or as Aurora saw it as, a period for them to be caught not following the rules set in place to be sent straight back in. But Rabastan was not going to risk a single bloody thing, if he stayed in good graces with his wife and showed her that he was committed to both her, the children and the business empire she created...

Then everything will be perfect.

"Lorelei O'Hera Lestrange, you are not taking your entire dollhouse to the McNair's!"
"But mummy I want our dollies to be neighbors!" Aurora recoiled at that statement, and although her mind went first to just simply ordering another for her to keep there—As it was an easy set up for all the children on the farm to have the same toys, Aurora knew she had to put her foot down somewhere.

"And I want to be neighbors with the McNair's, but houses don't work like that sweetheart. Now go pack a few dollies as they're visiting not moving." The young girl pouted and stomped her foot to the ground in utter distaste for not getting what she wanted, and perhaps it was a wrong time for Rabastan to walk in.

Not only did he see the mess, but he saw the sadness sketched on their daughter's face.

"And what's the matter in here, I thought you were going to see Rosabella?"
"Mummy won't let me bring my dolly house!...Papa can I bring my—"
"Lorelei, you do not have to go to Rosabella's house. That is a privilege, and you do not go around me to ask your father to do something when I said no." Rabastan's eyes rose tenfold, he hadn't realized that his children would be so devious in trying something like he.

He'd have to be careful and not answer right away without consulting his wife. But then he could see what bringing a toy over to another house would be like, moving was one thing but she was only staying a few hours.

And this back and forth situation didn't fly in the long run.

"But I want to bring my dollies!"
"And they don't need the house, and don't stomp your foot. You aren't an elephant...The train leaves in five minutes for drop off, best get your bag." The young girl's shoulders slumped as she hadn't won what she wanted, but that didn't stop her from bringing her dollies and stuffies with her in a big bag.

One of which was going to fall down the stairs if her father didn't help her and charm the bag.

But that opened up a world of possibilities for Lori as she realized she could fit the house in there...But that was for next time.

Aurora didn't like being harsh with the children, Rabastan knew that long before she was pregnant with the twins. With Cara, Lori and Romulus out of the manor...It caused Rory to find herself in need of entertaining the rest of her children, not that Ronan and Imara were difficult. It's just their interests were awfully far from one another, but thank goddess the pool had been clean and cleared, as it was the best alternative.

Especially when the wolves jumped in as well.

Rabastan felt the need to hide his tattoos again, yet he found that Rory rightly didn't care about the ink on her skin being shown to the children.

Though his weren't that kid-friendly or kind.

Well, most were potion and Alchemy symbols. But he didn't want to go through the conversation of where he got them done.

He did wonder when, in the given six years, that Aurora had gotten the ones on her arm and behind the ear. The children didn't mind though, Lori looked rather amused at the idea of drawings on her mother.

So why did he have to get the dumbest of tattoos?

Thinking ahead it shouldn't be too difficult to get some removed, others he would just have to hide them away.

"And what could you possibly thinking so hard about over here?" Rory offered, letting her arms cross over and lean against the edge of the pool. He turned to her for a moment and he shook his head.

"Ah silence, so that's where Ronan got that from." It earned her a slight smile, but he still didn't allow her inside his head. Perhaps all was catching up on him, that six years of his life—of their lives were gone.

"...I didn't know that Romulus was unsociable."
"He isn't unsociable, he is a gentleman that just doesn't seek out company. Rather curl up with Omen and read the day away."
"Sounds familiar." Aurora hummed a beautiful tune as she leaned her chin further into her arms.

"And how did I bounce out of that? My friends, you...Sometimes I needed someone to rip the book out of my hands. That's why I like bringing them on vacation."
"Vacation?"
"Hmm, we've traveled around America—It involved work sure, but half the time it was the children and I exploring all these states and their own magical culture. Hawaii was my favorite. The children like the water and the beach." He ate up the information but then copied her form to lean against the edge even further.

"How did you stay here...All those months?"
"I just hoped you would come home, but I always had a feeling that something would turn sour. And it did...America was good for the children, but now it's left them unprepared for Hogwarts."

"I know we need to tell the twins about why I was away...And I know it has to happen before they go to Hogwarts..."
"The Slytherins won't touch a hair on their head, most of them were first years during the Dark Lord's fall or about to enter the school. The whole trial was in the paper for weeks on end." Rabastan didn't know how god awful Aurora thought their siblings were for torturing the Longbottoms to insanity...But it was clearly written all over her face.

"I didn't partake Rory...Please—Please believe me that I had nothing to do with it, I simply captured them with Barty."
"I believe you. You wouldn't be here otherwise. But we could've fought that technicality if you told the courts." He knew she was right, and he was at least thankful that were discussing it like adults rather than make this a screaming match...Though that was strongly due to the fact that the children were at the other end of the pool.

"Their son is in Ronan and Cara's year...I do understand that the boy will be angry, but I cannot handle them questioning what happened back then Raba...I truly cannot fathom them hating—" Ronan hadn't heard much of the conversation, but enough to know that something upsetting his mum.

So much so that she accepted their father's attempts of comfort as an arm wrapped over her.

"It's my fault love, I need to own up to all that I've done. I do not want the children to be scared of me."

"They aren't afraid of much, except the dark. Even if the boys don't want to admit it." He smiled at the idea that his sons still needed their parents for something, but then again he always asked his mother for advice when it came to Aurora...Perhaps if he becomes an outlet for one of them then he would receive those types of letters.

That made him excited.

"I always make them care packages for the month, if you want to add anything to them tell me...I'll have to add their pets food in there now as well. And owl treats for Roe and Carebear."

Carebear. He almost forgot that nickname.

"What do you usually send?"
"Ink, baked goods, snacks...Though when the twins went to Salem we were just on a farm in Salem itself, so they could choose if they wanted to go home during the weekend. During the winter they wanted scarves, it's a long list." Rabastan smiled as he remembered what his son had said prior.

"Romulus realized he'd be missing thanksgiving, an American thing I presume."
"Hmm, I'll send them a meal then, but Salem takes a vacation for the week, so they'll come here." He smiled at the idea, he'd take learning each and every damn thing if it meant being here with the children.

He tried not to get cooped up in one room, and if anything, Aurora found him in the gazebo more than normal.

"Come on papa bear, buck up a little. We'll go on vacation too once you're all cleared. You'll enjoy it, better yet...I'll get the house in France back." He smiled slightly at the thought, but he realized that Aurora enjoyed the vacation in order to explore. She wanted to see both magical and muggle cities and towns, and although he wanted to comment on how strange it is for pureblood children to engage such an environment, he was alright slightly in the Doghouse for acting impulsively last night.

Cara had actually been the first one to arrive home, as she didn't want to impose on the family to have dinner. Even if Auntie Amelia had claimed otherwise, and Aurora withheld her snicker.

"She always returns home for dinner, even when she went to go eat over her auntie and uncle's for evening...I'm sure by the end of the summer they'll get used to it all." Aurora claimed in defense, considering all that transpired between her and Amelia—This was a civil as it was most likely to come.

"I do hope so, Maya really enjoys her company."
"Cara is very good at being a penpal, I should gift them both a new stationery set." Amelia turned her gaze at the planning witch, she seemed to be thinking out loud, but it was ever so meaningful as it was then that Amelia realized that Cara and Ronan would be going to Salem.

It wasn't jealousy that she was feeling, or perhaps it was...But it was definitely close as she couldn't—Shouldn't be feeling this way about a child's education.

But it was once again the Lestrange children being above the rest.

Aurora claimed she had a few settlings to get done, and she was even considering just making a potions shed out in the bloody property as she had a feel for American labs...She couldn't go back to the dungeon scenes.

The enchanted briefcase had been her means of moving her entire personal labs over, and her brother was keeping an eye on it and making sure that it was entirely locked.

Him and Aidan, but didn't want to really think about the man at the moment.

It was a struggle to having to make a photo album lack his involvement in the child's lives, but truthfully he had been a huge part. Being there for their wand ceremony, dropping them off at school.
He nurtured and loved them as his own without a second thought, and so she decided to draft a parcel of an apology.

It was completely a sob response to their last encounter, but she also managed to finalize the entire thing to say that she would be staying for a few days after dropping the children off at school. One of the reasons being she didn't want to get sick from the portkey, her or Lori as they shouldn't be exposed to such travel so close together.

But within those days she would need to talk to the bloke, properly as they needed rules when he was in Britain.

"What did Elizabeth say? Frowning like that will cause premature wrinkles my little light."
"Then I'll make a potion to stop that, you aren't helping if that's your goal."
"I'm fathering...How're the children?"

She went through the previous few days, sharing that they threw her a gorgeous birthday party only for it to give an open door to Aidan.

"Mum? Are you busy?"
"Not for my Carebear, what's up darling?" She turned to her daughter and the young girl smiled to hurry in after the okay.

"Can I order some potion ingredients?"
"Hmm, did you read over the Euro potion guide that I gave you?" She questioned, moving aside a stack of parchment that she needed to get through by the end of the day.

"Yep! I don't want to look like a complete dunderhead when I mistake measurements. I need to practice!" She smiled in delight for her daughter's work ethics, but Aurora contemplated whether to play with her daughter in the lab or head into the trunk.

She supposed she could get away with a few hours of brewing.

"Alright, brewing clothes on. Chop chop! Mummy's got some work to catch up on and I don't want to spend the entire night doing it!" She cheered, and Cara raced out of the room and returned in five minutes flat.

Old clothes from previous experiments on her body, glasses in hand and her hair tied up. Aurora looked down at her daughter accordingly and smiled as she hadn't missed a single step.

"Are the smocks down there?"
"Yes, but I don't know if there's a kiddo sizes so I'll adjust it for you love." Aurora had placed the trunk just in front of her desk and opened the locks. Holding out her hands did she allow her daughter to step down with guiding hands before following.

The sweet smell of a cleaned potions lab was never going to get old, but the room smelled even better with the mixture of brews were going on simultaneously.

Cara had already made herself at home by getting a kiddo smock and hurrying along towards the cauldrons station and washing it out.

Aurora knew it was going to drive Professor Snape mad once her children entered his classroom, but perhaps he could finally lead someone with an interest or fascination in the art of potion-making like Romulus and Cara.

Sure Imara and Ronan weren't terrible at it, and Lorelei still had time to take a liking to it. But nobody was going to fail potions, not if she had anything to say about it.

"Mum, what should I brew?"
"Well there are a lot of things to brew, but why don't we make something for motion sickness, I want to be well-stocked for the year." Cara understood this notion and returned to the cabinet to retrieve three more cauldrons, cleaning them thoroughly before drying and then started to study both the ingredients and instructions.

Her mother's handwriting was familiar, as was the little notes that she attached in hopes of gaining her children's interest to understand why things interacted with others, and why some-things could not exist together.

Ronan seemed to favor that aspect, but hadn't the patience for the rest. Which reminded Aurora of someone she knew.

And Lori was too young to know the benefits of all this just yet, she was still a child, and in her youth, she wanted to play with dollies and not with some stinky soup pot.

The two worked in amicable silence, and with how similar it was to the states and her need to brew whilst on vacation she felt rather disoriented in being in Britain.

However, whilst away, Rabastan had been heavily confused as to where his wife had gone. He knew Cara had returned home, and as did Romulus just a few moments ago as he greeted Mr. and Mrs. Wright for a second time. Lennox was undoubtedly a Slytherin, and that gave hope that perhaps Rommy would be sorted elsewhere in that case.

Speaking of cases, Romulus was on his way to join his mother in the suitcase. Thinking that the most obscured questions about potions in a lab setting would get him out of a discussion about his new friend, but he was intercepted by Rabastan.

"You haven't seen your mother have you?"
"I believe she's in the labs, I was going there now actually." Rabastan laughed to himself as he hadn't thought that the woman wanted to make the most of each free day, and this was one of the biggest projects wasn't it?

To revert back to normalcy he assumed that it would take time, hell he was surprised it hasn't happened yet.

So Rabastan turned was on his way to the main staircase, and Romulus narrowed his brow at the direction he was taking. "Er...Father? Where are you going?"
"The labs...?" The boy shook his head and threw his thumb over his shoulder.

"Her study." That didn't sound like Aurora to convert her study in the timespan of a single day. "I already checked her study, I thought you said you were headed to her labs." It confused Romulus slightly, but then again his father had been away for quite some time...And he truly couldn't remember his mother having her case any other time then perhaps after the wolfsbane potion came out...Or a little before?

He couldn't tell the difference.

"She has a portable lab, but please do us all a favor and not ask how much it cost...I don't want another lecture on potion budgeting." Rabastan looked appalled at what his son had said, a lecture in potion budgeting?!

Was that even a damn thing?!

He followed after his son who greet his Opa fairly quickly. "How long has mum been brewing?"

"Almost two hours, Cara is down there with her." Romulus grinned, adoring working alongside his sister, as she took everything he said down in notes and he felt actually important in teaching his younger sister something.

Imara was at the same level as him, or just slightly under as she hadn't a clue about the obscure things. But she had interest in all things creatures related, and only used her potion knowledge in relevance to said creatures.

"Wait! You have to knock, light shouldn't be in the potion room. We don't know what they're brewing."
"I'm living with a whole potions team." He groaned, but Orion crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his brows in complete distaste for what his son-in-law said.

"You're lucky they're here at all." Rabastan hadn't realized how far Orion would go in front of Romulus, but the boy hadn't really seemed to mind that taunt his Opa had attacked him with.

"Yes I am Orion." He countered, sharing the same distaste for the man as either had for one another. So he kneed down to the suitcase and knocked at the bottom of the trunk's lining.

He was prepared for this to be a complete joke from Romulus, but the boy said patiently as his side—And before long the door opened up like a latch and up popped Cara.

"Gods, I almost dropped my spoon in the cauldron, did you have to shake the entire case?!" She looked at Romulus, and the brother simply held his hands up. "My mistake Cara, what are you brewing?"

"Nauseous potions, mummy said we should stock up...Mum? How much time is left for them to sit?" Rabastan heard a small voice down in the bottom as well, but he was completely bewildered by this magic that he was almost frozen, though heavily thankful that his son took the blame in shaking the case.

Romulus had offered his sister a hand in climbing up the rest of the steps, but he too looked to see his father's expression. The man was utterly shocked.

"Mum's coming up, she just wanted to clean a few things...Is it dinner time?"
"Almost, I think Lori is staying over the McNair's though." Cara nodded to Rommy as it seemed both wanted to return home for dinner—As it became a slight fear that they both wouldn't be having so many at-home meals this coming year.

The middle sister wanted to have a talk with her elder siblings about what to expect when really attending Salem, or her mother for that matter. She was heavily nervous in regards to having to fit everything into an already set schedule, would there be enough room in the potions club?

Will she make the quidditch team?
Will her roommates be kind?

It was all normal first-year fears, but she was happy she didn't have to tackle Hogwarts like the twins did just yet. And at the very least she had Ronan there with her, and professor Blackwell!

"Better wash up before dinner Carri, you smell like a cauldron."
"Good! That means I was hard at work." Rabastan did wait for his wife to exit the trunk, but his attention peered over to his children. Romulus was indeed a good older brother, and perhaps it reminded him of Sirius in the early years.

He couldn't imagine what Sirius would've done if Rory told him about the clocktower incident, but when the lot of children were older he would have a firm word with both lads when it came with watching out for their sisters.

But Romulus was already a natural, perhaps he was closer to them than his own twin?

"How the bloody hell does this work?" Rabastan whispered, which caused his children to turn their attention to him.

"Mr.Scamander suggested that mum invest that her employees have them, and this was the best way to transfer her labs. It's very roomie, I'd live in there if I could." Cara was completely honest about it as she smiled down at the said device.

"That is out of the discussion Cara, you know the rules."
"I know. I wouldn't want to be trapped in there Opa, that sounds horrible." Rabastan still hadn't fully understood the concept of a portable lab, and Romulus simply smiled to his father again.

"It's an enchantment, a strong one at that. Course all the cabinets need extra protection too from glass bottles falling and such, but it's brilliant. Mr.Scamandar is very kind—"

"You mean Imara's idol?" Rory grinned, attempting to get out from in the suitcase—Which caused Rabastan to act the same as Romulus had before to aid the witch from the ladder steps.

"Full of surprises aren't you?" Aurora was in a positive attitude as she looked to her children as well. "Oh I'm sorry darling, but we can continue after dinner."
"Sounds good, I think Lori is staying over McNair's."
"She is, Evelyn owled a bit after Cara came home...Now, what do we want for dinner?" Aurora questioned, and the children had decided to call out what they wanted, causing Rory to groan.

"Go talk it over with Roe, five minutes!" The kids hurried out into the hallway to go find an answer. And Aurora knew that Cara would soon find herself getting cleaned up.

"Now, what are we having for dinner?" Rabastan had rightly assumed that they'd all eat the same meals. But then again he faintly remembered that he would get something different from his parents during meal times.

"I was thinking steak and potatoes would be nice?" Rabastan hummed in delight at the idea, he did end up liking Aurora's cooking more than he thought. Being skilled in potions paid testimony to that, but after raising a small bit of cloth from her chest she frowned.

"I best wash up, could you check and make sure they're not fighting over what to have for dinner? Or be a mediator?" His eyes widened as he looked back to the door, he could see Ronan being ganged up on the rest of his siblings...

"Have Romulus and Cara always been—"
"Mini me's? Oh they're utterly adorable, I think I cried the first time they brewed with me together."

"You did, and it was quiet the accomplishment my little light. Perhaps—Er, excuse me." Rabastan had withheld an eye roll as he couldn't start acting rudely in front of his wife's father. But the blood picture had gotten up!

"Does he do that often?"
"Suppose Liz or Phoebe are checking the house, they've sent so many parcels. And the children have been sending them as well..." The woman tiredly rubbed her brows with the inside of her wrist.

"Right then, I'm going to wash up. Best check on them, when it's a full house it's much worse trying to find something for dinner. And if all else fails to tell them I'll make Mac & Cheese, that's usually the easiest thing to get their attention."
"How so?" He questioned, curiosity getting the best of him.

"I don't make it often and they can put their own additions on after." He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she rolled her eyes. "I smell like a cauldron Raba."

"Smells like hard work to me." An amused glint in her eyes shined bright as she turned away—Though the smile hadn't dwindled in any sense...

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Date Posted: 04-20-2020

Time: 10:26

Words: 5850