Noëlle Zabini; murder twat (widowed) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-06-02 12:03:00 |
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Blaise had seen his mother grieve numerous times. Even discounting the husbands he’d been too young to remember (including his own father), there’d been enough marriages and funerals that the sight of Noëlle crying over a dead partner wasn’t alarming. This was different. He’d never seen her grieve without an audience. “Good Morning,” he approached the kitchen table with trepidation, briefly considering if perhaps he should hug his mother before dismissing that idea as ridiculous. Noëlle looked up from her untouched, now cold, cup of tea. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” “School is in ruins,” Blaise reminded her, relieved to see that she at least hadn’t been crying. Her eyes instead heavy with the tired baggage of sleepless nights in a bed that now felt too empty. Did he need to remind her to use eye cream? “Who knows what they’re going to do about our exams. I suppose education is no longer important and they will give Potter ten NEWTs for skipping school and the rest of us will have to fight over who gets to become Knight Bus Driver as we have no other qualifications.” Such was the unjust world that they now lived in. But there was some justice. Blaise pulled out a chair close to his mother’s, back on track with the reason he had sought her out now. “Did you hear the good news?” Noëlle only tilted her head in response, waiting for Blaise to continue. She’d refused to listen to his warning about the dangers of veering from neutral, claiming she knew what she was doing, and then the Death Eaters had lost. All of this sadness had to just be misplaced worry over what being the ex of a Death Eater meant in this new world order. That, or she was upset that she hadn’t received any money from the Lestrange before his death. Nothing else made sense to Blaise, from what he knew of his mother. “They’re not prosecuting for purism or for being connected to Death Eaters,” he explained, sure this would cheer her up. Noëlle took a sip from her tea, not noticing that it was stone cold. “I told you everything would be alright,” she said with an empty smile. |