mrs. dorea pyxis potter (inkytea) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-09-19 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-cassiopeia black, x-dorea potter |
Who: Dorea Potter & Cassiopeia Black
What: Sisterly bonding
When: Friday night
Where: Their house
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed | Incomplete
Dorea didn't fancy herself a dependent woman because she was not. She had been doing quite well on her own. She missed Charlus, of course. She missed him quite dreadfully. Sleep did not come easy, her nights spent tossing and turning. Each day found her making meals for two and each night found her going to lay out his attire for the following morning, only to come up short. The recent addition of her sister into her home remedied the former, but the latter still found her steadying herself on the door jam of her closet, burying her face in the only sweater of Charlus' she had and wishing desperately for his arrival. She knew what Cassiopeia would think of such a thing, but she didn't care. Cassiopeia didn't know. Dorea loved Charlus more truly and deeply than she could ever say. He was more than her husband, he was her very best friend and she missed him something fierce, especially when things were unsettled as they were right now.
She wanted so badly to storm up to this Mr. Lupin and give him a piece of her mind. She hated feeling like someone had not heard her and even worse she hated someone assuming her opinion on a matter biased while assuming theirs sound. It was unfair and it had her Black temper flaring. It was difficult to stay her quill and listen to her son's advice, as sound as it was, especially since it was her grandson involved. Yes, her great grandchildren were also involved but she did not see the fault in his writing even if some insensitivity could be construed! Could she truly be biased? Huffing angry, Dorea abandoned her journal in favor of angrily snatching up a jar of frosting from the cupboard and making her way to her closet -- her usual coping technique. Her heels clacked noisily on the floor as she went, tracking her movements until she had wrapped herself in Charlus' sweater and planted herself on the floor among her neatly sorted shoes. She shoved her spoon in the jar and proceeded to try to remedy the situation by feeding her sweet tooth, a sour expression on her face, her heels kicked off just outside her open closet door.