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「αmelia → ℬones」 ([info]amelias) wrote in [info]valesco,
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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