❝ i'm chaos walking . . . ❞
❝ then i'll walk with you.❞
「 Liliana Granger knew chaos like the back of her hand.
It confronted her, challenging her to find calm wherever she could.
But some days...
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❝ Until summer, Miss Granger. ❞
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The suburbs of Hampstead, London were serene on Sunday mornings, only the chipper sound of bird calls traveled in the calm streets. On this little block, everything ran smooth; abnormalities were unheard of. So when Mae Granger woke up and went down to the kitchen to start on breakfast, an out of the blue knock on the front door startled her; she had barely put her apron on when the noise reached her ears.
With a start, she walked over to the sitting room and peeked out the window that overlooked the front doorstep. Her eyes widened at the woman standing outside; she had on the strangest wardrobe Mae had ever seen - intricate mauve robes and a pointed hat with three thin feathers stuck to the brim. Mae pulled away from the window and went to open the door.
The woman looked up at the sound of the hinges creaking. A polite smile touched her thin lips when Mae met her eyes. She reached her hand out and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Minerva McGonagall."
Mae shook her hand, brows knitted. "Hello."
"I'm here to discuss important school matters concerning Hermione and Liliana Granger," Minerva said, resting her hand back at her side. "It is my understanding that you are their mother and that this is their home."
Mae blinked at her. "I - I am, yes. And this is, but what is - what happened? Is everything okay?"
"I am only here on school business," Minerva promised with a small smile. "Nothing detrimental."
"Oh, good," Mae sighed, a small laugh rising from her chest. "It's a bit chilly today, do come in." She stepped aside and beckoned Minerva toward the sitting room. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"I would not want to impose -"
Mae waved a hand. "Nonsense. Milk and sugar okay?"
Minerva nodded. Mae went to the kitchen, set the kettle, then told Minerva that she'd be back in a minute or so to wake her daughters and husband up. With Mae upstairs, Minerva took a moment to look around the house; it warmed her heart to see the amount of love riddled throughout.
The sitting room had an older, worn-out couch that had a blue blanket draped over its back. In front of it, a roaring fireplace, its mantlepiece lined with photos from road trips, holidays, and birthdays the family had shared. There were shelves stocked with little trinkets and small plants, a wooden bookshelf that housed children's stories, classics, and board games, and a woven basket in the corner with pillows and stuffed plushies.
She took in the scribbled crayon that had started to fade into the walls with time and the endless photos that starred the two sisters, Hermione and Liliana. Her eyes scanned over one particular picture that captured the duo on what she assumed had been their first day of primary school. The one with bushy hair had a wide smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling under the sun. The other, a bit shorter, wore the same elation, but her brown eyes shone with something else.
