Who Wendy and Ginnycan What: Sitting outside, talking, etc. Where: Outside in the meadows. When: Sunday afternoon. Warnings: Probably some sad. Status: In progress.
The meadows spread out in front of Wendy as far as she could see, all endless blue sky and waving green grass and brilliant red flowers. In the moments after they'd arrived it had made her smile, but now even the endless bright flowers couldn't really do that. She had made her way slowly outside, moving a short distance away from the Compound before settling cross-legged down on the grass, amongst the flowers. Her dark curls were blowing in the slight breeze but she remained mostly still as she sat and stared off into the distance.
Even from afar it was easy to notice the sunken set to Wendy's shoulder, the droop in her body posture as her sadness and loneliness began to overwhelm her just a bit. She reached out, plucking a red flower and twirling it between her fingers as she stared blankly down at it. She missed her daughter. 'Both' of them, really. She missed the gorgeous, brilliant, amazing grown-up who she'd gotten to know over the past few weeks here, and she missed the chubby-cheeked cooing baby who she used to cradle in her arms and sing songs too and fall asleep holding in her arms. She missed her home, the smell of cookies and tea and baby powder that always lingered. She missed the ringing of her mobile and the sound of her Mum's voice. The jingle of her Mum's keys as she opened the door and came inside, wrapping her arms around Wendy and holding her close, and surrounding her with warmth, and the smell of cinnamon and lemon-cleaner and perfume.
A single tear slipped down Wendy's cheek and she wiped at it roughly before exhaling her breath in a sigh. She knew, rationally, that missing home wasn't going to bring her there or make her feel any better, but she couldn't stop from missing it anyway, especially now that Helena was gone. She loved John's family for being so welcoming and trying to include her, but it wasn't the same. John- Albus- had all these people here to support her, and she felt like she had almost no one... and that she could make all the new friends she wanted, but it wouldn't be the same as her Mum, and her best friend Cherise, and her baby girl. At least she had John. There was that. Or at least, she was pretty sure she had him...
With a sigh, Wendy began to pluck the petals off the flower one by one, looking up at the sky as she lost herself in her thoughts, half-forgetting for a moment that Ginny was coming to join her.