Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑛

It has been so hard to write recently as I've been going through so much, but as it is almost summer, I expect to finish this book within the coming months!

Elsie Granger

It's been about a month since the dreaded and unexpected news. He was really dead. The manor has been quiet except frequent visits from Norah to comfort us all. Her and Mrs. Weasley has taken the kids for a majority of the time as I cannot be the mother I need to be right now.

I have found sleeping to be one of my greatest challenges, especially in the bed he and I slept in. When I do sleep, it isn't well and I wake up sleepless. Every morning I've made a routine to cry, take a bath, eat frantic amounts, and lay in bed for the rest of the day.

My therapist, Martin, has been coming by to make sure I'm not going insane and to talk with me. As much as I'd like to be left alone, isolating myself is much worse.

Ron and the twins have made sure to keep my shop running smoothly in my absence, though without me working, no new wands can be made. I expect whenever I return, I will have empty shelves that will need to be stocked. I also expect that to be in a few months time.

I know I must get through this, and that Draco would not want me to sulk and sob all day, every day. Or maybe not.

Martin said it will take time and that there are stages to go through, each taking weeks-months. I miss Draco, and I will continue to miss him, but I only wish missing would not hurt this badly.

Despite how rude Draco was to everybody, over one hundred people came to his funeral. Lorenzo made an effort to attend as Draco was the closest thing to a brother he ever had. Enzo was one of the few in tears through the entirety of the service.

Word returned to the manor that Lucius had actually shed a tear over Draco's death, though it is hard to believe. He probably believes it is me who caused his death.

This was really my first experience dealing with grief. That is other than the owl I bought before my first year at Hogwarts. She only lived a few months and I was named "Banana".

Losing an owl is very different from losing your husband.

It was a Tuesday morning and I woke up with a fair amount of motivation. So much that I could not lay in bed all day and let it go to waste.

I opened the shop with Ron and was not very talkative, but at least I was doing something productive. My sister came to the shop with him.

"What are you doing here!" She exclaimed.

"This is my shop." I smiled.

"I've missed you, the happy you." Ron added.

She pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Let's go somewhere," She began, "Anywhere."

"You'll miss work, and I should really stay here to work in the shop."

"I have some time to vacation, we can go anywhere. I mean it."

"Hey!" Ron interrupted, "I thought we were going to Glasgow this weekend."

"Next weekend we will. Anyway, Elsie and I won't be gone for too long. Just a few days?"

Hermione pulled me into the alley, leaving only Ron inside the shop to work.

"Where did you get the money to go on a nice trip?" I questioned.

"There was a mail misdelivery and I opened the envelope without reading the name. It was a stack of money from a man in America named Ralph to his wife Mary."