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Life started off complicated for young Eleanor Ross after being born to a muggle mother while showing her magical capabilities at an early age. Growing up in a household where her mot...
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As the clock inside an old outdated kitchen neared three in the morning, a woman entered, looking far from the state of going to bed anytime soon. Despite the bloodshot eyes and the tired expression on her face, the ecstatic toddler in her arms did not understand the concept of how late it was. Margaret Ross was on the brink of exhaustion, looking ready to fall over to the floor and fall asleep, but her daughter, Eleanor looked as though the day was just beginning. After a forty-five minute nap, Eleanor wanted to move around and play with her toys. There was an amused look on Eleanor's face any time that her mother looked down at her, leaving Margaret to let out several loud sighs.
"Ellie, my love, please for the love of Mummy, go back to sleep," Margaret whispered to her. "Mummy needs sleep."
Eleanor was having absolutely nothing to do with her mother's pleading as she excitedly clapped her hand against her mother's cheek and let out a happy squeal.
"No, Mummum," Eleanor told her, clearly not a fan of Margaret's idea to go to sleep after she had just woken up a few minutes prior. Her green eyes seemed to dance with joy as she smiled and reached to play with Margaret's dark curly hair.
"No, Ellie, it's not time to play," Margaret said walking into Eleanor's room and setting her down on the small cot, " you need to go to sleep."
"No."
There was a stubbornness to the child that not even an adult could match as Eleanor stood up on her bed, using the small railings before her to pull herself up. She reached for her toys that were on the shelf but pouted as soon as her mother gave her another stern no. Reaching for the lamp to turn it off, Margaret glanced over her shoulder to see that Eleanor was watching her intently. Margaret didn't want to become angry with Eleanor, knowing that it wasn't her daughter's fault, but the lack of sleep was getting to her and she was losing what little patience she had left.
"How's about I get you some warm milk? That should help you feel sleepy," she said to herself mostly before nodding her head and picking herself up. She left the room as Eleanor was still attempting to reach across the room for the teddy bear that was settled in the rocking chair in the corner.
"Lord, give me strength," Margaret silently pleaded as she threw her head back in the kitchen and stared up at the ceiling. Since the day Eleanor was born, Margaret had suddenly found her hands to be quite full with the baby. She was a single mother which hadn't proved to be difficult in the beginning months as she had her mother to help her but after Eleanor's grandmother passed, there was no more help.
Margaret was on her own because she had foolishly slept with a man that didn't bother to stick around for more than a night in her company. It was easy to think of all the things she should have done after doing all the things she shouldn't have, but there was no going back. And while Eleanor was an inquisitive baby, Margaret didn't regret having her, even on the most difficult days. She only wished she had a bit of extra help on days where she felt like she had no energy left at all.
