-Immer Angst-

-Chapter☾Forty-

✧AUGUST 31ST✧

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It was the day before the twins were set for Hogwarts and it was a madhouse, Aurora had taken over what to pack the children and it was indeed an operation. Rabastan had taken the sidelines and instead entertained the other children, whether that was in the pool or elsewhere.

Sweet Merlin was it a riot, not only was Aurora sure that she forgot something—After checking and double-checking twice over. Both Imara and Romulus both begged their mother to just let them handle it and for her to lie down.

"She doesn't want us to go, she always gets like this," Imara claimed, and Rabastan simply stood in awe at the idea that the past two years the twins had to deal with their mother being overbearing to the days leading up to their departure.

And it was only amplified because both Cara and Ronan were scheduled to go to Salem this time around.

Was it possible for Aurora to already feel an empty nest?

"Love, could you come with me for a moment—Ah ah, just a moment." She looked as though she had a million excuses backed up, but after getting her out of Imara's room he winked off to his daughter and allowed her to get what she personally wanted or needed.

"Rory, you cannot keep packing their bags over and over again."
"But I forgot their robes, and you know it gets cold at Hogwarts that they need their gloves and—"
"They aren't lil babes anymore, I more than anyone needed that remember. If anything, Cara and Ronan will need your help more than those two. But...Only after the twins are off to Hogwarts. What you need to do is get your own work down, and after the twins have their bags and packed and at the ready, you can check them."
"But—"
"No ands ifs or buts." He said, placing her down into her chair behind her desk while he took to move at one of the consulting desks before her.

"And what are you up to?"
"To make sure that you don't run and help them. Rory it's Hogwarts, I'm sure you didn't like it when your mother packed your bag. They need to be able to pack a trunk by now."
"But I'm right here."
"Yes, they know that. And if they need help they'll ask, and look...Now you have the rest of the day to do something." She pouted, crossing her arms and having her back slide down the chair, almost resembling a temper tantrum.

"I was doing something." She grumpled, her eyes only looking at her desk as she felt rather spiteful in not wanting to look at her husband.

"Cassiopeia quit your pouting. You're a grown mother of five children, I don't need to be telling you to get your act together."

"And you're a bloody painting with eight different color shades...Did you purposefully ask the artist to make you look so dark and mysterious?" She asked calmly, busying herself by picking at her nails before looking over at her father.

She silenced him within the second.

"I might be a painting but I do not appreciate that tone."
"That's stopped working once I realized that I'm older than your picture appears to be...Where is the part where you tell me something insightful?"
"Merlin have mercy—You're on your own Lestrange, I bid you good luck." And thus, Aurora had gotten rid of her father in a mere few questions.

Perhaps it was easier for them to push each other's buttons, but now he was left with a semi aggravated Aurora who clearly wasn't used to not having her schedule filled to the brim.