Hofferson

The courtroom still smells like old paper and too much polish.

Astrid doesn't understand most of the words being said, but she understands tone now. Adults have tones that decide things long before they admit it out loud.

Her feet don't touch the floor properly, so she just swings them a little, watching the movement like it belongs to someone else.

Her mother keeps reaching for her hand like it's something that might slip away if she doesn't keep proving it exists.

Jos doesn't look at Astrid for most of it.

Not really.

Max Verstappen isn't the only famous athlete in the Verstappen family. Jos couldn't bare to look at the girl, so he sent her to her estranged aunt: Eteri Tutberidze.

also a Crack fic to indulge my delusions

also cross posted on AO3