Wristbands | Sirius Black [1]

Chapter Fifty-Two

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[Wristbands: Chapter Fifty-Two]

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Living with the Potters was a constant joy, every day met with new adventures. Unlike her old home, in which she used to live with her grieving father, the Potters were loud. Her old house was constantly silent due to the tension between Aspen and her father, but the Potters house was chaotic . . a madhouse. But it was a good chaotic, one that made Aspen calm, or just too preoccupied to worry. Aspen was always doing something, whether it was baking with Effie or pouring ice water on the boys under Effies orders when they would sleep past noon. She was already a week in and dreaded the time when they would start searching for flats.

She wanted to live at the Potters forever.

She hadn't seen any of her friends, besides Sirius and James, of course, since the train ride back. The boys, on the other hand, all got together a few nights before for Remus' full moon, they came back exhausted and Aspen had to mother them. At least she could get some training in. Mr. Potter, who she had been forced to call Flea, barely spoke to her. The closest they had gotten to bonding was sitting in the same room with each other . . for five minutes. Aspen didn't blame his discomfort around her, though, she was a pregnant teen—the baby mama to his misfit son. It was kind of awkward.

     Recently, Aspen had been feeling worse than she normally would. Though, she blamed it on the stress of leaving Hogwarts. Plus, she was almost seven months into her pregnancy, that could also have been a contribution.That morning she surprisingly slept passed ten in the morning, normally she woke up around five. The boys were still asleep, of course, as she went downstairs. She had a small ache in her head, her body seemed to do a flip-over as the outside of her body became an incubator —she was drenched in sweat. But it was very hot outside, so, of course, she assumed it was that.

     "Good morning, sweetheart," Effie greeted, sitting at the table in the kitchen—a coffee mug in one hand and the Daily Prophet in the other. Flea was nowhere to be seen.

      "Morning, Effie," Aspen mumbled in greeting, moving towards the cabinets and grabbing herself a bagel.

       "Feeling alright? You've slept a little later than usual," Effie noticed, taking her reading glasses off and laying them on the table.

       "I feel a bit sick, but I'm blaming it on the runt." Aspen grumbled, placing her hand on her stomach and then going back to buttering her bagel.

        "Ah yes, it was around this time when I started to feel sicker than usual with Jamie," Effie remembered, a small smile on her face. During her time there, Aspen has learned that James' parents called him Jamie. The messy-haired boy hated it, but Sirius absolutely loved to tease him about it. "I found eating ice cubes helps, as unusual as it is."