[Completed] Book Two
Following Aurora's graduation from Hogwarts, she was reminded once more that Immer Rein had not expired so simply. If anything it had been demanded almost immediately as soon as she found herself of legal age.
After the chaotic...
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Either Rabastan or Aurora had failed in getting a wink of sleep, it was barely six when he finally had enough and went to take a shower.
He kindly left his wife with a kiss when leaving the bed and leaving the room, and the leftover guilt of sharing his fears out in the open was making her heart flutter.
Me and my big mouth, I couldn't be quiet like Rudolphous asked.
Rory cuddled with Nymeria a bit more as she allowed her body to relax, especially if that is all that she would be getting in a sense of recharging.
But even then would she have to feed Cara soon, and a frown rallied as it came before she was prepared.
The mother wrapped a robe around her body as she walked through her manor, her hand rubbing her eyes as she yawned. Only to find Rabastan over the youngest munchkins, and a soft smile rallied.
"Is she awake?" He nodded, bending down to pick up his daughter as her little gurgles were starting to become more vocal by the moment.
Heading to the playroom and to the rocking chair had Rabastan joined her, sitting on the leg rest with the same stoic expression as he watched.
"We ignore him." She nodded, reaching her hand to interlock with his. Though he inched closer to not interrupt Cara any further.
"And we stay as long as you want Raba." He remembered when he had said something of the same when they were present at Regulus' funeral, but before she could add anything he broke down.
Kneeing before the rocking chair had he bowed his head, usually what would happen if he was asking for an apology. "I don't deserve your kindness kitten, I wasn't present for your father's passing and—"
"Don't dwell on it Raba, please...Today is about your mother. My father has been mourned." For the first time in almost a day had he smiled, especially when it was partially hidden by her caressing cheek.
"What time is it?" "Eight...Daisy, could you make a kettle of my special brew?" The elf popped in and out after hearing and taking the order and going off to fulfill it.
His wife was taking care of his every whim, picking a black outfit to its entirety. As well as getting all the children and herself ready for the burial.
It was Aurora's first Lestrange funeral, as it called for a few distant cousins as well as Clarissa's side to ventured from France.
But it was the happynew couple in the corner that was making either Lestrange brother sick, and it only made Rory cuddle Cara further.
