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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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Cedric had warned his friends before they arrived at his home that his mother tended to go overboard with the holidays, and it was clear by the amount of effort Anne put into decorating the home that she shared a deep love for Christmas. Of course, while Anne had been quite understanding not using magic for everything in the household, the excitement of the holidays must have caused a small lapse of judgement as the house was rearranging itself throughout the morning.
When Margaret awoke and headed downstairs, she could already feel her heart pounding in her chest as furniture seemed to be moving around all on its own. However, despite the fear she felt, she couldn't help but noticed Eleanor sitting in the kitchen by herself with a cup of tea in front of her. She was looking around the window, watching as Cedric and his father were tending to something outside. And more than likely, Marnie was somewhere attempting to avoid her parents, leaving her alone for the time being.
It was hard to believe that Eleanor would be turning sixteen soon enough when it only felt like yesterday when Eleanor was only turning a year old. Although Margaret would admit to herself that Eleanor's birthdays had never been anything that a child would consider memorable. So often, her birthdays were like any other day with the exception of a homemade cake and a couple of gifts. Once the cake was cut and the presents were open, Eleanor would simply return to her room and remain there.
And while Eleanor grew as any other child would with every passing year, she was unaware of how much she came to resemble her father. It was every time that Eleanor smile, Margaret was reminded of the stranger that had given her a daughter. A charming man with soft smile, who was one day there and gone the next. At the time, Margaret hadn't anticipated a relationship, they were both attempting to seek a temporary comfort, but when Margaret discovered she was pregnant, he was long gone, and she had no idea what to do.
Her parents blamed everything on her and her "inability to keep her legs closed" when she was an unmarried woman. And even when she tried to search for the man, there was nothing that came up under his name, making it seem like he didn't exist at all. More than likely, he had given her a false name.
Looking around at the wizarding folk in her presence, Margaret always wondered the same thing that Eleanor did, was her child's father a wizard? And if he was, what could he have offered to make their lives easier? She was certain their lives would be easier if he understood magic, at least, Eleanor would have someone to turn to that would be able to understand fully. But some days as Margaret thought about the man, she thought of the possibility of him showing back up in their lives, and wondered if he did come back, would she welcome him into Eleanor's life?
Wizard or not, he had caused the mother and daughter plenty of grief.
"Mum?"
Eleanor's voice dragged Margaret out of her thoughts, bringing her to focus on the scene before her.
