Heaven in Hiding [H.P.] ✓

Memories

Juniper Pucey enters the great hall fashionably late, being gaped at by the foreign students as she walks swiftly past the other students. She gently hands over the small baby in her arms to her son who has stretched out his arms for her. "Hey Aspen!", he greets quietly and the girl lets out a happy little squeal. "Be good for your big brother, little baby frost.", Juniper simply calls back with a smile on her face, moving straight past everyone else to first greet Severus Snape. "Hello Severus." "Welcome back.. somewhat, Pucey." "Yes. Somewhat.", Juniper agrees her blue eyes shining at him. "How are you?" "The castle.. is overflowing." "Miserable then. I understand." Juniper laughs quietly at her own joke though it does tickle a small smile out of the potions master. "Indeed. Yes." "Dumbledore.." Juniper shakes the headmasters hand and interacts a bit with the other schools teachers, introducing herself and all. She just enjoys talking to them until she finds herself spotting a surprising guest entering the great hall. Her entire face lights up. "Lucius!" The Malfoy patriarch in all of his glory stands in the door, ever so well dressed and perfect, with the blonde hair and blue eyes matching hers to such a degree they might truly as well be related by blood. Like a child she finds herself almost skipping to his side that he opens up for her, stretching out his arm for her to fit herself against his side, which she expertly does, earning herself a kiss to her temple. "How are you, sister dearest?", the man asks while they walk back to the other teachers side by side. "Wonderful now! It is so good to see you! How have you been? How is Narcissa?" "She sends you her love. Neither of us had the chance to visit you and your family this far. I do however know I have another godchild?" Juniper nods her head, making him stop beside Adrian. "Adrian.." "Uncle Lucius.." The man nods, with a slim smile on his lips. "And this.. is Aspen." The girl beams up at him toothlessly, making grabbing motions towards him. "She's blonde.. with blue eyes. A Winters more than a Pucey..?" "She's the baby Frost.", Juniper tells her older brother, looking up at him with a gaze full of adoration in memory of days when she was his little Frost, hiding behind him. "Baby Frost.. I agree with this." Handing her his cane he gently scoops up the small girl, that, after just a moment staring up at him, drops her head against his chest, snuggling into him with a smile. "Baby Frost indeed." He proudly brushes his hand over Junipers blonde hair, making her stand a bit taller with pride at his indirect praise of her baby girl.
"Lucius..?" "Bartie.." The blond wizard hands the man a letter with one swift gesture. "These are the ministries papers regarding the Triwizard tournament. I volunteered to deliver them myself." "I see. Thank you.", the man says with an almost shaky voice. The Malfoy name alone was powerful. But to see the tight bond still installed between the Winter - Pucey household and the Malfoy family was intimidating. The political power those two together held, considering their friendships in both sectors, was nearly 90 percent of the wizengamot. Juniper Pucey is currently leaning against the man's side, his free hand resting on her hip in such a casual way, it was obvious that they had stood in that very way beside one another, side by side, for many years. "Shall I take you two home, Little Frost." "I'd love that! Stay for dinner, please." Lucius Malfoy nods. "We should call over Narcissa as well." "Perfect. I'll throw Atlas out after and we'll have an evening just between us snakes.. and future snakes." Juniper gently nods towards Aspen. "What a delightful idea." She waves goodbye quickly, ruffling her nephews, all of them, heads of hair on her way out, pausing to gently wrap her arms around her son's neck. "I'll see you soon." "Take care of her for me, uncle Lucius." The man nods his head lightly before giving his own sons shoulder a squeeze, then gently tucking the blonde woman to his side once again, both of them walking out together, side by side, like in the old days.