Who: Boots!
What: packing boo :(
Where: their home
When: now!
Progress: Finishing in comments


Terry sat on top of Noah’s old Hogwarts trunk, eyeing his father carefully. Noah stared back, looking just as equally frustrated.

“Could you move?”

The boy shook his head and gripped onto the handle more tightly, and Noah let out a breath before he sat down on the floor in front of the trunk, “Can I please open it?”

Again, Terry shook his head and Noah put a hand to his face. Maybe it had been a bad idea to pull this thing out, but Noah knew it was the easiest way to transport his belongings to Hogwarts and, well. He hadn’t used the thing in years, it would be nice to bring it back, look at the scratches and stickers and marks he’d put on it. He thought Terry would enjoy looking through his old belongings, but when his son had asked why he was putting his telescope in there, any sense of bonding disappeared. Terry could not understand this concept of Noah not being around, and it was making his packing up for Hogwarts quite difficult for more reasons than one.

“I’ll be back on the weekends, when Mummy plays quidditch? That’s when I’ll be home.” Terry’s frown deepened and Noah felt like this conversation was becoming pointless. “You hate me.”

Odette pulled her lips back at the sight before her. Deciding against speaking just yet, she choose to instead continue hovering half-hidden behind the door frame just outside. She hadn’t meant to be nosy and overhear after putting Anna down, but Noah’s voice had traveled through the hallway before she had even arrived.

She couldn’t say she was completely against Terry’s display. Actually, he had just beaten her to it. If he hadn’t already been sitting on that trunk, Odette would have placed herself right there too, preventing Noah from making packing progress merely in a different way. But that didn’t mean--- Odette wanted Noah to go, she had told him to go, but.... she didn’t want him to, now, at the same time. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that ten months (with some short breaks) was a very long time to be apart. In fact, it was--- wait--- she began to count hastily with her fingers, and once she finished her insides twisted uncomfortably. Noah would be away for practically as long as they had been married.

That did not help her feel better, or create inner strength to send Noah away with a wave.

Ugh, she knew she should have just refused to let him/them leave Hawaii.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Odette laced her fingers together as she attempted to settle herself. Regardless of how she felt, and her well-established plans for later that might help her case, Terry needed to know that this was a good thing happening. Yes. Once he was asleep then she could break down and continue Terry’s struggle unknowingly to him.

Well. “What’s going on here?” she spoke in a high voice, suddenly popping through the door frame and walking toward Noah and Terry. Merlin, she hated when her voice became somewhat (mostly) fake in an attempt to cover her inner thoughts.