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Feb 3, 2018 18:59:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 18:59:23 GMT -7
“If my mother taught me anything, at the end of the day you would always be siblings no matter how much you talk or don’t. Once your parents are gone, your family is all that you have left – they are a part of you in a way that you can never get rid of. But you are right, just being related doesn’t give you that or doesn’t force someone to love you, you have to work at that. And if your siblings don’t love you because of something you did or something you didn’t do, then do something they’ll remember. Because at the end of the day Albus, they are your brother and sister…they are your blood.” Her monologue came to a quick conclusion as she took a small breath, though her facial expression didn’t change. Though it did grow into a small frown when he mentioned her keeping him away from working and she shook her head. “No—I wouldn’t keep you away from your job Albus, no matter how much it scares me that you are thinking this way and how dangerous this job sounds. Just know that, if this job ever gets too dangerous, I’m here…I’ll always protect you,” she breathed out giving a soft smile. She would have placed her hand on his, in a comforting way, but he still had his arms crossed over his chest.
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Feb 3, 2018 19:13:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 19:13:27 GMT -7
Albus really wasn’t prepared to handle emotions at the moment, so much of what his mother said about them always being siblings and loving each other, and whatever, he didn’t really hear. He nodded along absently, trying to figure out how best to respond without keying his mother into the fact that he wasn’t paying that close of attention. In the end, all he did was nod – he didn’t think that whatever she said warranted a response. He already knew what he was going to do to try to fix his relationship with his siblings, but he didn’t really want to lay that plan out to be criticized; it was going to be hard enough to do without everyone telling him that he was doing it wrong.
His mother said that she wasn’t going to keep him from his work, which was a good thing. The Potter family didn’t need any more strife. “I don’t need you to protect me anymore, Mum.” Al answered. He was sure the statement was meant to be assuring, but the reason Albus was pursuing his career in the first place was so that he could be the protector, rather than the one being protected. He wanted that, and constantly letting himself be sheltered by his mother wouldn’t let him protect the ones he wanted to.
Ginevra Molly Potter
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Feb 3, 2018 19:31:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 19:31:14 GMT -7
Ginny couldn’t tell if her son was listening or not, but she paid no mind to it because he at least pretended to be paying attention. She hoped that whatever he thinks he did to make his siblings not care about his life, would eventually change. But she dropped the subject, especially after Albus said that he didn’t need her to protect him anymore. She swallowed as if pushing down her feelings at that moment. “I’ll always want to protect you, Albus, you are my son, and you’ll always be—” she breathed out before letting out a smile. “But I won’t be too overprotective, you aren’t my baby boy anymore – are you?” she questioned almost filled with teary eyes. While he was no longer the toddler that she had seen in the photographs, he was a dashing young man. He reminded her much of his father when he was his age, intelligent and selfless.
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Feb 3, 2018 19:50:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 19:50:10 GMT -7
Al sighed. Just because his mother would always want to protect him didn’t mean that he was always going to need her protection. He was sure that he was supposed to be moved by him saying that he was her baby boy, but Albus felt oddly hollow at the statement, like it had taken something from him instead of giving it. He didn’t know what a few measly words could have taken from him, and he didn’t really want to know, either. He shrugged when his mother asked if he was her baby boy. Albus wasn’t sure he ever had been – he had never let himself be vulnerable enough for that. “Guess we’ll find out.” Al said. He stood up from his place at the kitchen table. “I should go.” He added softly.
Ginevra Molly Potter (end on yours?)
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Feb 5, 2018 13:50:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 13:50:46 GMT -7
She didn’t get an answer, nor was she looking for one; though she took the shrug as enough of any of the added words of finding out. She smiled at him, pure love in her eyes before she watched him get up from the kitchen table. He said that he should go, and she wanted to tell him to stay, but she shouldn’t just because she was lonely around the house, with all her kids doing what they wanted with friends and the likes, didn’t mean she should drag anyone else into. She nodded her head, “Alright,” she said as she stood up as well, “Just—be safe, alright, and I love you,” she breathed out in more of a statement than that of a question of understanding. And then the two parted ways, Albus, disappearing to do what he needed, leaving Ginny in the kitchen. “Oh Harry, if only you were here…he’d Probably talk to you more—” she mumbled to herself in sad defeat. Her relationship with her children felt strained because she couldn’t remember things, and she hated it.
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