Dean Thomas (bl_dean) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-10-25 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean thomas, dec 2002, loc: greater britain, type: introspection |
Christmas at home: A Mother's Perspective
Date & Time: 25th December
Post Type: Introspection
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Catherine Collins (NPC), Dean Thomas, mentions of John Collins, Jessica Collins, Emily Collins, Jack Collins and Lawrence Collins (all NPCs)
Location: Collins(Thomas) Family Home, Birmingham
Summary: Dean's mother reflects on the family Christmas.
Finally, I have five minutes to sit still, put my feet up while the washing up gets done
"Muuuuum, can I take my bike down the road? Mary's got a new dog and I want to see it. Can I?" Emily whined in typical teenage fashion.
"Emily it's Christmas day, spend some time at home," Catherine held up her hand to forestall a response. "You can go tomorrow, you know your brother will be gone by tomorrow afternoon, don't you want to spend some time with him whilst he's here?"
Emily rolled her eyes and shook her head to that but walked off in the direction of the kitchen anyway. Catherine smiled, she knew Emily did want to spend time with Dean, but she wouldn't say as much.
Catherine sat in her normal spot on the sofa and smiled, she liked having Dean here, they got to see him so little these days. It wasn't like when he was in school and he'd come home for the holidays for a month or more at a time. Now he'd truly become part of the Wizarding world, and she'd had to become accustomed to that.
And she'd been so worried, after the awful war that world had had, Dean had changed so much. To her he was still her baby, she was still his Mum, the person he turned to so often, his laughter had used to fill the house. And then suddenly it was all gone. All his talk had gone and all he'd done was sit and draw and vehemently not want to discuss anything. She couldn't imagine what he might have gone through, even though in her head she seemed to have run through every possible scenario her mind just didn't quite stretch to magic. But the friend who had come to stay for a while made up for Dean's lack of talking.
He'd been a bit quiet again at dinner, more so that he had been for some time, Catherine had noticed, and when he'd explained as they were clearing away that one of his good friends had died she understood. He'd seen more death than he should have in his short life, she knew that. She knew he'd run from the death which might have happened to him. And she was incredibly glad when he'd come back, no matter how damaged he was.
He'd had good news too though, it seemed someone had finally convinced him to pursue art. She'd tried to tell him a few times herself it was what he should do but he kept protesting that he was fine as he was. But she could see she'd been right. Wasn't it always true for mothers? Despite his sadness and his withdrawnness at times she could still see that glint of the fact he knew the move was the right one.
A squeal of protest jolted her from her thoughts and she got up and walked to the kitchen. The sight she saw made her stop in the door and laugh out loud. From what she could tell, and what she knew of her children she could only assume that the twins had attacked Jess or Emily and Dean had tried to step in to break up whatever was going on. John had evidently popped to the loo or something because the scene she walked in on was all four of the younger siblings attacking Dean, tickling him like crazy as he lay curled up on his back. Every now and then he'd make a move to attack back or get the wand that Lawrence was holding just slightly out of reach. Mostly though he was laughing and trying to avoid being sat on by Jack who had become interested in wrestling recently. The sight of him so happy with his family though was wonderful to see, until the moment he spotted her.
"Get Mum," he called and they all knew they could get away with at least chasing her and she shrieked herself, turning and running, laughing all the way.