“it won’t be out of reach for long. I know it.”
he reassured, mostly to make himself feel better.
“her—“
he stated, pointing to a face in the year book.
“She has my eyes. .”
just out of reach . 〞
he glanced towards rowan , catching the frustration in his expression before returning to the page .
〝 still , you seem closer than you were before . that has to count for something . 〞
@pottersnurse — mostly tears of anger towards his father.
“Not that the Lovegood’s aren’t capable but—“
He paused, gripping the arms of the chair.
He wasn’t very good with emotions. They were other too much or too little. This time they were too much.
@pottersnurse She could— he wasn’t used to having a mother figure in his life— not until Aunt Pandora of course, who loved him like her own.
“Why wouldn’t he want you to have me when he got sent to Azkaban? I could’ve had a mother this whole time—“
His eyes glistened with tears, —
@pottersnurse The blonde boy nodded, curls bouncing as he did so.
“I always asked him— when I was old enough to understand. But, he never brought it up and then well. . Azkaban, and now I’m with aunt Pandora. I never knew who you were. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”
It was more a question —
@pottersnurse “Did you want me?”
He asked, genuinely curious, sometimes his questions came off a little harsh— but he didn’t know how to express it or say it right.
she took a soft breath, well, she supposes she could tell — or rather snow him
“hold on”
she opens her drawer, going through it to take out a picture she’s kept in it and slides it over to him, it was right after she had him, him in her arms with a smile
Rowan gave her a confused look, tilting his head slightly to one side.
“Sorry— that wasn’t supposed to come off so forward like that. I’m just— I want to know.”
He frowns, though he’s rambling.