Who: Prometheus and Astro What: Promo taking care of his Mommy When: Post Holy Batman! Where: The Pink Ladies Cottage
Her responses were slowing down and she was barely really saying much of anything. Her intention had not been to cause the explosion that had occurred, yet, she didn't really know enough about the other versions of her family to have anticipated the reaction that was received by a few. And while she could keep her chin up, throwing snark back with every comment, it was when a version of her Father flat out told her she would likely be dead in his world that it all came to a halt. She hadn't let herself think about those worlds. She didn't want to think about worlds where she would have been beneath even that of a muggle in many peoples eyes, something she did not understand, for she saw no division. Witch, Muggle, Squib; what did it all matter in the grand scheme of things? She cared about people.
And maybe if she would have heard that from someone else it would have been given a sharp response about how that was why her world was better, because she wouldn't have to do that, nor would they throw it in someone's face to cause harm. But it wasn't spoken by someone else. It was spoken by her Father of another world about how her Aunt would feel. Even if she rationally knew that he was not her Sirius nor was she her Narcissa it all boiled down ot the same point.
Her Father was trying to harm her by saying her Aunt would be glad of her death.
Long before the comment had been spoken, the door to the unofficially named 'Pink Ladies Cottage' had been shut. She didn't want company as of yet. It remained shut and finally she tossed the journal away completely when she could handle no more. For the briefest of moments, before it all turned south, she had been rather...better. She had spoke with possible cousins she had not yet reached out to and she had discovered versions of her Aunts and Uncles she loved were finally in the compound. They wouldn't make up for whom she lost but it at least brought small joy. And now...now, for the present moment, she was certain they wouldn't wish anything to do with her.
After all, they would be glad of her death.
Turning to the side, a hand reached behind her, pulling the blankets around her in a tight cocoon. The bed was cold and it did not smell right. She thought for a moment how she missed her bed on the compound, but then she thought of how it likely no longer smelled of right either. Eris did not share it with her anymore. Nor this one. She was alone. Her Mother was gone. Her sisters were gone. Her brothers were gone.
She had cried the night before. She had allowed it. She so rarely did. And it had helped, being wrapped in the embrace of her ladies. But this time it was not a matter of letting go of her emotions. No. She couldn't control them and she didn't even realize the way she sounded when she let out what was intended to be a breath but came out as a clear, shaky, vocal sob.