PROFESSOR TOM!!!! Looking like my sexy husband Tom Hughes
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Nom nom nom Reader and Tom are like 32 (mwahahaha, I like my men old)
WORDCOUNT: 3195 (fucking crazy)
"Matilda!" You shouted out to the young child as she darted up the stairs, her older brother dragging her along with him, his hand gripping on her arm as they marched further and further away from you.
"Hurry up, mum!" Finley shouted back to you, not thinking to turn his head around as he continued his trek up the many steps in front of him.
You shook your head with a smile, holding your dress up with one hand while the other was out to help you balance. You were taking your kids to their first day of school.
Your husband worked overseas most of the time, alongside the MACUSA, you'd been married for the last sixteen years now, it was a good marriage, only due to the fact that he was never around for their to be any troubles. He of course comes back for your children's big achievements, and by that I mean birthdays and Christmas, he hadn't the time to be able to come back for all the mundane things, that's what made it so perfect.
There were no room for trials and tribulations.
"Finley darling, will you come here please," you scoffed at the young boy as he let go of his younger sisters arm, Finley was now fourteen, Matilda was twelve, it was her first day at Hogwarts, but bless her sweet heart, she was so nervous about it all; which was why you made the decision to bring her yourself. "You have chocolate on your face"
Your son stopped awaiting for you to do something embarrassing as always, young boys always do.
You moved toward him, grabbing a handkerchief from your small bag and adding a dot of saliva to it before wiping the boys face. "Mum!" He grimaced, bringing his hand to his face and pulling himself away from you.
You smiled happily. "I told you not to eat all those chocolate frogs in one go."
He shrugged and walked ahead again, causing you to take your other child's hand and bring her towards the large wooden doors, through the courtyard.
You hadn't been here in years, not since the age of eighteen, but much differed from now and then, and a lot had changed.
You too looked around as you entered the doors from the outside, the sound of your shoes clicking on the floor as they hit the concrete. The sound was all so familiar as it danced around the corridor, the echo being deafening to one's ears.
"Ah, Mr. Starwall," a man looked down to your young boy, his hands deep in the pockets of his suit trousers. "Thought you'd decided not to make a show this year."
Finley stared up at the tall man, giving him a smile. "This is my sister, Matilda," he pointed to the girl who was cowering behind you, her hand tightly laced with yours. "She's a bit nervous."
