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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,

"Something like that," she agreed. At home, everything was good. Life was peaceful, she had children and a job she liked, she'd married the man she loved. Here though ... here was a nightmare next to that. Nothing familiar and young versions of people she'd known at home. But what was to be done about it? Nothing. So she endured.

"He did. They have a couple of children. Hugo and Rose, and I think they're about done with having more kids as well." She was somewhat on the fence, and she thought she might like a fourth, but then she thought of having another Lily or James and the idea sort of quashed itself. "Let's see. Neville's the herbology professor, and I was thinking once all my kids were in school I'd see if there was a chance I could get in at school as the flight instructor."

She paused as the waitress came over so they could place their orders, and once that was tended to she exhaled softly. "Everyone else ... really sort of scattered a bit after the war. Went their own ways. I ... lost touch with a lot of them," she admitted. She'd stayed in touch with her family, with their closer friends, but she'd fallen out of touch with their more casual acquaintances.