Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Aug 30, 2022 14:22:37 GMT -7
i dare you.
june 2027SHE HAD TIMED HER ARRIVAL HOME IMPECCABLY. Weaselled in between great mountains of Ministry paperwork, picking up her weekly supply of medicinal potions, and forcing her husband to spend time with her. Ondina was a very busy woman, after all. Since moving from her childhood home and into Renard's lavish flat, Ondina had gathered the majority of her belongings. Her collection of outfits and shoes, an array of mild, custom hygiene products. However, she had purposefully avoided clearing her bedroom entirely. It felt final, like she would be erased from the space if she had. Alas, she could only be separate from her possessions for so long before the absence irked her.
"Dad...?" Ondina called upon opening the front door, her heels clacking on the same worn wooden entryway. Though she hadn't been home in some time, it still smelled the same. Like old boot polish and the pine cleaner her mum preferred. Arranging the visit around her packed schedule, Ondina had also made room to ensure she would not be alone when she arrived. She'd sent an owl to her mother and father, her ego disallowing a trip home unless she was accompanied by someone important. Unfortunately, after multiple back and forth, Ondina had to choose between the Saturday her father had free, and the Wednesday for her mother. In the end, she'd chosen the Saturday. As much as Ondina enjoyed her mum's keen, medical stare, she craved her father's contagious warmth.
Finding no reply to her greeting, Ondina sighed at the inconvenience. As if she expected to be greeted at the door. "Are you deaf, old man?" She called, turning into the kitchen to find the backdoor open and the buttery summer sun spilling across the tiled floor. There was dust in the air, she could feel the second-hand tickle at the back of her nose as she sniffed haughtily. A vase of pollen-draped flowers perched on the kitchen windowsill, giving Ondina immediate pause. These were two things that never existed in the Weasley household when she had been living there, both prone to reacting with her array of allergies. "Wow," She huffed, the sound of her father's heavy boots coming closer from outside in the garden. "It's like I never existed."