Who: Bastian Moreau and Aimee Moreau DeScoteaux, Possibly later Danny Macmillan What: Bastian wakes up in the middle of the night to write something Where: Their house When: Tuesday, July 09; early, early morning Rating/Status: Low | Incomplete
There were few things Bastian enjoyed more than sleeping beside his wife fiancé, their puppy at the end of the bed, after long day at work. The day before had been chaotic. All hands on deck to respond the incident at the bank. Thankfully, not everyone was needed. Most people were not seriously injured, despite the robber’s attempts. True, he had managed to hit a few people here and there with hexes and curses. One of which ended up at the hospital for further observations due to the viciousness of the hex used. All the same, it was a highly stressful day.
One that had left him wondering if his ability should have seen that or not. He knew even his mother couldn’t see everything happening everywhere all the time. Still, it wasn’t exactly like Gringotts was that far from his work. He’d been there many times before. Maybe because he didn’t know anyone especially well that was involved? Then again, if that were true… why would he be seeing the Yaxleys…
Bastian had a bit of difficulty originally falling asleep, but once asleep, it was a deep, sound sleep. Until about three in the morning. He sat up slowly in bed, neither awake nor asleep. He pulled off the covers as he stumbled out of the bed. He scuffed his feet several times, alerting Beignet that something was up. The little pup yipped happily and quickly scrambled to get off the bed to follow her master. By the time she caught up with him, Bastian was downstairs writing something on a scrap of paper.
Again and again he wrote the same name all over a scrap of paper until a light was turned on in the kitchen and a hand was placed on his shoulder. He blinked, drowsy and confused as to what was going on.
"Aimee? Que faites-vous ici? Que fais-je ici? Je te réveille?"