Post by rhys alexander greyback on Apr 26, 2024 2:14:23 GMT -7
Coming out to the light of day
We got many moons
that are deep at play
that are deep at play
December 16, 2028
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
How fortunate for Rhys that this lovely month of December contained not just one full moon but two. Since returning to work at the start of autumn, Rhys had found himself incredibly busy and losing all sense of time in most cases. Because of this, Rhys hadn’t successfully timed his Aware Wolf potions to coincide with the full moon week since September. With how much he had worked over the last decade, his seniority sometimes allowed him to choose his schedule. For the last few full moons, Rhys had managed to make it home and to the Werewolf Hotel in Diagon so he wasn’t a danger to others at a minimum.
This reminded him of a favor Nell had asked him several years before. And one he could fulfill in this state—begrudgingly. Rhys had meant to stop by earlier in the week, but his hands were full with a very energetic Amelia. She spoke a million words a minute (sometimes making sense) as she excitedly took in the world around her. Not to mention those eyes of hers caught onto shiny objects faster than Gringotts best niffler. After the long previous day and late night, Rhys took the opportunity to sleep in. Not to mention, he’d easily persuaded Juni to stay the night.
Pushing the door open in the early afternoon hours, Rhys instinctively looked up when the bell rang. He looked for his oldest friend. Sometimes, she was with a customer or working on a wand, wearing those eyeglasses that magnified her eyes to ridiculous levels. But Rhys didn’t see her at first. ”Nell?” Slowly, he took steps toward the counter. It was always amazing to see the work she produced, the boxes that lined behind the service counter but with far more creative combinations than her family’s ancestral shop. He thought about the items in his pocket and the wand Nell had replaced for him right before Amelia was born. If the last two and a half years were any indication, Nell knew what she was doing.
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