@BenevolentLiar would break the silence and just tell me what it was that had kept you up all night. “Should we have a house elf make some breakfast?” I wasn’t hungry, but if you were going to keep up appearances then so was I.
The day my father went to Azkaban was a nightmare, but now weeks have passed and I’m starting to think it was just the beginning of the worst days of my life. I come down to the dining room and see @BenevolentLiar sipping her tea. I could tell by the line of my mothers mouth —
@BenevolentLiar I was in the kitchen wearing slacks and a button up shirt. I had left a tie and my wizarding robes hung up in my bedroom, ready for whatever the day might bring. “Yes, a cup of tea would be lovely.” I sat down at the small table that sat in the breakfast nook, hoping you —
@BenevolentLiar I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen you in your nightgown. It was not our way. We were a proper, buttoned up, put together family. We were proud, and our appearance reflected it. Even now, as the sun was just beginning to break over the horizon, —
@ToriCatGG “I think that sounds wonderful. I’ll get us a few dishes to share - I know how much you love a sampler.” I smile into the phone, hoping it eases your nerves.
@ToriCatGG “Rory loves your sister, I think it will be fine. Promise me you’ll ask.” I sigh before continuing. “We need to talk about some things. And before you panic I do not want a divorce, I am very much in love with you, but we still have things to discuss.”
@ToriCatGG "Hi love." I try not to sound as exhausted as I feel. "Why don't you ask Daph to keep Rory for a sleepover tonight? I think we need some time to ourselves."
@ToriCatGG “I don’t see what other options we have. But if I’m going to leave work she’s going to at least be in a day program at the hospital.” I drum my fingers on my desk absently.
@ToriCatGG “I don’t know what to do, Daph. Do I check her into St. Mungo’s? Do I take a leave of absence from work? I can’t fix her if she doesn’t want to be fixed.” I rub my eyes with one hand, trying to think through my options.
@ToriCatGG Daphne fights the urge to comfort you, but you’ve made it clear you don’t want to talk to her.
At work I watch the hands on the clock go slowly, feeling like each second is lasting an hour.
@ToriCatGG She sighs but nods, respecting your privacy. “You’re allowed to talk to me about anything. It’s actually encouraged. That’s what big sisters are for.”