Children of Sin

Chapter 21

December 21st, 1993.

"Are you three ready?" Leopold asked the triplets, "we'll be meeting your mother at the apparation point. I'd like not to make her wait."

"We're ready, Leopold," Layla smiled brightly, "I can't wait to see Maman. It's been months."

"We'll see her soon," Leopold promised, "now, we have to take the lift, so let's hurry and catch it before it leaves."

The four of them make it to the lift by mere seconds, and the lift brings them down the mountains and waterfalls, and to the city center. Larissa Greengrass awaits them anxiously, and sprints forward the moment she catches a glimpse of strawberry blonde.

"Kids!" She rushes forward to her children, who immediately fall into her embrace. Her boys were bigger than she remembered them ever being. Damian and Victor were gaining inches, and Damian was already two inches taller than her 5'6. Victor was a tad shorter, likely her own height if her estimation was right. Layla was tall as well, hitting 5'9 cleanly if she wasn't mistaken. She filled out excellently, her appearance every bit as beautiful as her mother, and even more so. Her boys were beginning to grow the start of beards and mustaches, something that made her heart clench. They were all growing up, too fast for her liking.

"They're all hitting puberty," Antiope smiled, "Layla looks absolutely gorgeous, and the boys are as dashing as ever. I'm sure they'll look wonderful in whatever Yule attire future Larissa purchased."

"She looks so much like Larissa," Silas smiled slightly, "and yet, she reminds me of someone else as well. Someone much different than her."

"I agree," Leanne observed, "we Greengrasses tend to be fair beauties. Layla seems to have a roughness to her. No Greengrass has those sharp edges to their cheekbones, no Greengrass has ever had a red tinge to their hair. Hers has long evolved from strawberry blonde. It's roaring red. Her beauty is evident, yet unlike ours, it's in your face. She's overwhelmingly beautiful, as are the boys."

"I see where you come from," Edmund examined his sister's future bastards, "they are very much their father's children, whoever he is. While they resemble Larissa immensely, it is increasingly obvious that they resemble their father as well."

"As much as I'm loving the love," Leopold interrupted, "don't we have a destination to get to?"

"Right," Larissa facepalmed, "thanks Leopold. Come along kids, one of you is going to apparate with Leopold, and I'll apparate with the other two."

"Dibs on Maman!" the boys call before Layla can even open her mouth, "Layla's going with Leopold."

"Fine," Layla extended her hand, "are we ready to go yet?"

"Most certainly princess," Leopold grasped her hand, "hold on tight," With a spin of their heels, Larissa and Leopold side-apparate with the children.

"We've arrived," Leopold reappears in the Place Cachèe, "let's head to Maison Capenoir."

"Wha-" James voiced, before he was quickly interrupted.

"The clothing shop," Lillian answered, having anticipated the question, "they must be getting their Yule clothing done."

"Thanks," James sheepishly thanked the older girl, "I probably should have remembered that."

"It's no problem," Lillian shrugged, "I wouldn't expect you to remember."

"Bonjour," Larissa approached the saleslady, "we're here to be fitted for Yule attire. I made an appointment under the name Greengrass."