「αmelia → ℬones」 (amelias) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-01-08 19:55:00

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[Berk!] -- Backdated to yesterday!
For a birthday, it sure didn't feel like it.

Normally, birthdays for the Bones children were a big event. The whole family got together and had a party and cake, and they talked and laughed and ate until any of them could barely Apparate home. That was something that her parents had always done for their kids, even though all of them were grown up and married and had families of their own to do that for them now. It was nice, it brought the family together away from their busy and individual lives for a rare moment to revisit their childhood. It was something Amelia had loved, despite that she was now nearly 30 years old and had far outgrown her mum's annual pink-and-yellow princess cakes and fuzzy birthday crown.

On the up side, though, at least it was her birthday she'd ruined first. If it had been Ed's or Jonathan's---well, she didn't need to give either one of her brothers any more reason to hate her than she already had. Not that they would admit to any animosity they were feeling towards her, of course. Merlin, she would have been relieved for either of them to lash out at her for even a second. Amelia knew that they had to blame her, at least a little. Just acting like none of this had happened due to her own actions only made the whole situation that much more painful. That---and the sympathy she had coming from Megan wasn't doing much either. Her sister-in-law, who had been weepy and pregnant and hormonal and doing just about everything she could to try and make things better, had even offered to throw her a party. A party she neither needed nor deserved, and the guilt was driving Amelia up the bloody wall.

That was why she was now sitting home, laying back on the couch and very adamantly refusing to answer any of her family's owls pecking at the kitchen window. Mara, who was sitting supported on her stomach, watched the birds curiously, occasionally giggling and reaching out as if she could touch one. Amelia ran her fingers through the baby's soft curls and sighed in response to the smile on her face. "Oy, at least someone's happy today."

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berkelisms
2009-01-09 05:15 am UTC (link)

His year had definitely turned out differently than he could have ever imagined. That he'd ever tried to imagine. Berkeley, as it was quite easy to figure out, liked to figure things out in the moment. He had fancied the idea of waking up next to Amelia Bones for the rest of his life, so proposing marriage was absolutely what he wanted. It just made sense--he'd thought like this forever, being the eldest of three brothers made you jump for what you wanted, no matter the black eye you were going to receive. Okay, so maybe Elphias still hadn't figured that out, but at least it led to many interesting occurrences in the Doge household.

Berk hadn't thought he'd be married, he really hadn't thought he'd have a child--a daughter, and he couldn't imagine that Mycroft would have shared vows with a woman he didn't know, or that his littlest brother would almost die from an unknown disease and then disappear off the face of the planet. And then---Berk hadn't expected any of this at the beginning of last year, or--well, a few months before, when he and Amelia began seeing each other.

So---he really had been expecting surprises for this new year, but good things, all he'd experienced were good things and---having to tell Amelia that her parents had been murdered (details dragged out of him because---in cold blood, it was horrendous-) before they'd even rung in 1980 was the absolute last way he thought he'd start out the decade.

Berkeley didn't know what to do about anything, he'd comforted people before, but he'd never had to deal with the guilt that was consuming his wife. How---how could he even try to deny that her involvement in the war hadn't been a factor? A wizengamot member that spoke out openly against Voldemort, married to an auror, a woman who associated with the most vocal protestors of this war---Berk couldn't lie to himself, and he couldn't lie to Amelia. This all was a load of shit, and while he wanted to ship Amelia, Mara, and himself off to Tahiti, he knew that they couldn't do that.

Plopping down onto the couch, on the side of Amelia that Mara was facing, Berkeley tapped the tip of his daughter's nose before repeating the same action with Amelia. "I think you should at least have some cake," he said softly, "It's illegal to not have cake on your birthday."

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amelias
2009-01-09 06:55 am UTC (link)

Amelia scrunched her nose in response to Berk's finger, and turned her head to the side to avoid looking at him. She felt like a moody teenager, sitting around like this and being so anti-social, but honestly, if she could find anything that she felt like doing more, she would have been doing it. No, all she wanted to do right now was sit in the house and completely avoid the outside world. She wanted to take care of her daughter, be with her all the time and keep her away from all the politicians and the Death Eaters (sometimes the same thing) and make sure nothing like had happened to her parents ever happened to Mara. The same went for Berk, but well--she knew she wasn't about to get her husband to stop being an Auror, and Amelia couldn't say that at the moment she had the energy to fight a battle she knew she was going to lose.

"I'm not hungry," she mumbled simply. Oh, now she even sounded like a moody teenager. She wished that she cared enough to at least change her tone of voice--idly, Amelia wondered whether or not Berk was ready to get out of the house and just leave her be already. It couldn't be easy, dealing with her at a time like this. In almost a week she'd barely said any more to him, except for when it concerned debates about her currently very uncertain employment status. Which, really, was the only semi-safe topic to talk about at the moment, as everything else in the world seemed to remind her more and more of her parents, which sent her into another round of depression, which brought them back to square one.

Mara, noting the new and more interesting presence in the room, reached out to him. Unable to crawl, she instead grabbed at the air to indicate what she wanted, and, obliging her, Amelia lifted her up and handed her to Berk. The muscles in her back felt relief as she was finally able to sit up again, and she wondered how long she'd been laying there. Running a hand back through her hair, she took a glance at the clock. Merlin, nearly four hours. Had it really been that long? "I'll start dinner if you're hungry."

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berkelisms
2009-01-11 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Berkeley grinned widely as he took Mara; he'd made it a point that no matter how shit his mood, his daughter was always going to see a smile on his face. He reckoned he was going to have a lot of those days, but Berkeley did believe that if he was able to come home after a death eater attack, he was definitely able to muster up a smile for his daughter. He bent forward, letting Mara lie along the length of his thighs, hands cradling her head. She was such an observant little one, her eyes constantly following movements around the room. Maybe she'd be able to pick up on the somber mood, but he was going to to try his best to avoid that.

"I'm not hungry," he said, still looking down at Mara, "We can order out later, but---" Berk scrunched his nose, leaning down to pull a face at the baby, "But I think now we need to talk."

Berk sent a sideways glance toward Amelia before looking back down to Mara. He hated having to force his wife into discussions so close to her parents deaths, it had only been a week--but a person couldn't waver back and forth on whether or not they were on the Wizengamot for long.

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amelias
2009-01-12 05:21 am UTC (link)

Amelia was not foolish enough to think that smile was for anyone but Mara. Indeed, even as he grinned at their daughter, she knew that Berkeley's words to her were meant in a much more serious manner, only sounding so light due to the upturn of his lips. She knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, too, and that brought a grimace to her face. While her tentative job situation was still one of the topics that she would prefer to speak of, that was only when the alternative was her parents. In other words, she didn't want to talk about this at all.

"So what direction are you trying to push me in?" she answered, surprised by the amount of bitterness in her voice. Berk didn't deserve that, he'd been nothing but supportive of her for the past week. Sighing, she forced her tone calmer. "Sorry---everyone I've had this talk with seems to have their own opinion on what I should or should not do regardless of what I say, so I'm just finding out which side you're on before we go much further."

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