𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

45 | Mama Mia

Elliot's POV

Something about walking through aisles are intriguing. Something about look at all the things you would never by made this whole shopping thing fun. Right now the cheap hair dye section was so fun, so many crazy colours i would never buy.

"Harkness?" Someone said. oh shit that my names.

"Delilah!" too much Elliot  "what are doing here?"

"I mean it is a grocery store," She points out the obvious.

"Shit," I look down flustered "Yes, right."

"Did you do your hair?" She eyes the white streaks.

"Um y-yeah, but I decided I want a colour on it," 

"Well I used have hot pink streaks on my hair, I could help you if you want?" She offers.

Should I accept or decline?

"If it wouldn't be much of a trouble, then yeah that would be great," I turn to her.

"Great! I think you should go for red, suits you."

"Red it is"

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Mattheo's POV

A week. One adful week, and still no Elliot.

Last few days I've been jumping between dad's and secretly at Akeno's humble house. We've all agreed that once we find Elliot we will go our separate ways.

Only problem is that I highly doubt Elliot would want anything to do with out parties. Grindelwald and his sons have been alright. They gave me the spare guest room and breakfast was on me. I didn't mind helping, however pancake and chocolate milk reminded me too much of Elliot.

I flip the final pancake, the Pixies playing on my walk man. The brother's argued about something as usual, this time it was who was fastest shitter (please don't ask me any more about it, i don't want to know). Unsually, Grindlewald slapped a news paper on the counter next to me.

"Back robberies in New York, muggles are funny," was he trying to start a conversation?

"You don't say," I reply, moving on to make myself a tea. "Tea?"

"I thought you'd never ask, son."  son, I hated that word. It was the word I heard right before something horrible happened.

"2 sugars?" 

"I'm feeling 3," he is immortal, diabetes wouldn't hurt him. "So?"

"I knew you didn't come here for just tea,"

"Smart boy you are Mattheo," He leans against the counter. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Well you can talk,"

"Not in front of the boys," he tells quietly. I hand over his tea.

"You're study then?"

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I took a sip from my tea.

"What was she like?" That was his first question. I place my mug down and thought for a minute.

"I don't know what the right words are, but Elliot was the type of person that made anyone feel like theirs something worth living for," ew mattheo, why so cheesy in front of her father.

Grindelwald cracked a smile. But it wasn't his usual psychotic smile, he looked more...hurt.

"I've always wanted a daughter, a little girl to have those odd tea parties with,"

"Oh well good luck the best she's made was milk - from a store bought carton." That made the man laugh a bit.

"What," he paused, as if he wanted to choose his next words wisely. "What was her childhood like?"

This wasn't for me to answer. I didn't have a right to speak on her be half.

"It's not for me to say but what I can say is that it wasn't the best," I take my mug again this time out of discomfort of what I was going to say next "Her mother past when she was 5, she was killed in front of her."

Grindelwald didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke enough.

"I would know, I was there when it happened." I look down.

"Go on, son." he said kindly.

"She was so scared, but she tried to hard to fight back. I felt so guilty, she was alone and I could've helped b-but." I paused " But I just didn't have it me back then. Then 11 years later, she joins Hogwarts. At the time I didn't know but when my father ordered me to bring her back to Malfoy manor, and when I saw her with Lucian, I knew it was her. The same girl who shattered as her mother pasts. I swore that I was going to help her, and that I wasn't going to regret not at least trying to save someone." before I knew it, I was crying.

"It's not your fault, son." Grindelwald gets of his chair.

"I lied to her, I could've have helped." I run my hands through my hair.

"Mattheo," He puts his hand on my shoulder "it's not your fault."

"But it is,"

"Mattheo it isn't your fault, you were just a kid too. You were a kid then and you're still a kid now." He lightly patted my back, reassuringly. 

"If anyone's to blame, it's me." he sits on the table in front of me.

"I failed my boys, I failed my wife, and most importantly I failed my baby girl." he tells me "But what I will promise you is that we are getting Elliot back, I'll vow on it."

"Thank you, sir. And I'm sorry for almost killing you."

"Oh no worries, it happens." he shrugs it off "You know Mattheo, I'm glad Elliot met you. Teenage boys, so hard to raise them these days."

"Well you've done a great job with you're sons."

"I tried. Now I can only hope my wife is enjoying the ruckus from above."

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