01 July 1981 @ 01:50 pm
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It was a beautiful funeral, as funerals go.

Miranda puffed her cheeks, hunched forward with her hands clasped between her knees. She felt like a child, stuck at an adult party and forced to sit on the couch in silence until it was time to go. There were things she could be doing, that she was supposed to be doing, but Miranda couldn't get herself up off the couch. How were people able to stand around and talk, and eat, and---some were even laughing. They had just buried their friends, their family, and now, apparently, it was time to eat off of trays and share stories and start talking about this funky smell that was coming from---

She let out a long breath and slumped back into the couch, putting a hand to her forehead to try and numb the headache she'd had for the past two days. For the past few months she'd had this constant throbbing in her skull and it didn't look like it was going away any time soon. Miranda stretched out her legs, knowing that she would have to stay at this gathering of funeral attendees until the last of the guests left. She was like family to Madam Rosemerta, she had to stay.

The sarcastic thought made Miranda's chest hitch and her hand slipped to cover her eyes to hopefully stop herself from crying again.
 
 
17 August 1980 @ 08:54 pm
Jonathan!  
Megan had made the decision last week, that Jonathan's birthday this year was going to have to be the best birthday of his life. Why was this year so special? Well, she'll tell you. This year was different, because not only had they all been witness to horrific tragedies, their family had been struck not once, but twice with these terrors of the war. First Jonathan's parents, and now Berkeley! Oh, Megan had liked him so much, and it pained her to leave Amelia alone at any time since the tragedy, but she couldn't leave her baby alone, and----and then Jonathan had to go and be in the middle of a death eater duel and---she could barely think about it!

There was no cake, because there wasn't going to be a party. Susan was spending the evening with her Carmichael grandparents, and the house was completely theirs. Even Roger had been put outside so he couldn't interrupt them like he so enjoyed doing lately.

Sigh. Megan pressed her back into the counter of the sink as she watched the clock wind down. She hadn't really meant that their evening would be ended if Jonathan was late, but her husband knew how much she liked her schedules, so she was expecting him to take the threat very, very seriously.
 
 
26 June 1980 @ 07:31 pm
 
Who: Megan Bones
What: Classroom labor pains
When: This afternoon!
What: Uh oh!

What on earth was poking her? )
 
 
 
12 March 1979 @ 11:59 pm
Jonathan!  
Edgar was getting married! Oh, she still couldn't believe it (mostly because they were both so young, but! Love knew no boundaries, Megan liked to tell herself), and she'd been having far too much fun helping Mrs. Bones with things, along with meeting Gillian's parents, and, just---sigh. It was really nice. Megan was a natural planner, it was one of the things that made her a good teacher, so she of course volunteered her services! How couldn't she? Edgar was as good as her little brother (though she'd never say anything like that to Macon, even though he'd probably understand, but still. Merlin), and that meant Gillian would be like a sister, and, yes.

She had to help.

And it was next week. Exactly! Megan closed her journal with a snap and flounced to the kitchen, looking for the sprinkles to send to Amelia. It must be that time of the month---sometimes Megan could eat pudding and popcorn when that rolled around, so. She completely understood Amelia's cravings.

"Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnathan," she called, frowning at the lack of St. Patrick's sprinkles. They should be sitting right between the Valentine's and Easter ones, but, there were nowhere to be seen. Her hands tugged her up a bit to look further into the cabinet, and Megan leaned back to call through the house again, "Jooooooooooooooonathaaaaaaaaaan!"