Cecilia, too, could not say that she was exactly used to the idea of living with anyone. Ever since she had graduated from Hogwarts she had been all on her own, doing what she wanted, not having to care what anyone thought, because there was no one---well, except the house elf, but that hardly counted--and... She had liked that. For a girl who hated the idea of having no friends, she was also a girl who had (and had had) a lot of problems in her life. Problems that were much easier to cover up when there wasn't someone constantly around, under the same roof, able to see every inch of her business as it unfolded.
It was especially strange, then, to jump right in to living not just with someone, but with a---boyfriend? No, that wasn't it. He had said himself that he didn't know what they were to each other, and she wasn't certain that she wanted to call him such, because that would make this so very real---
What was it, then? Male friend whom she happened to be shagging and at least mildly found herself caring for? That seemed very long, and very inappropriate, given that for the past week she had almost felt like an upright housewife in this situation.
Although far from being her strong suit, Cecilia had found herself most mornings waking up and doing her best to take care of some of the smaller chores. Never in her life had she used a cleaning spell, and never could she say she had tried to prepare food more than she had in the past week, and the fact that she was doing it for him, then waiting for him to come home, then just hoping she hadn't royally fucked something up felt very domestic. It was a disgusting feeling, if she had to be entirely honest about it, but she felt annoyingly guilty about this entire thing, and she knew that moving in her house elf would probably not go over well at all... what could she have done?
She certainly wasn't getting a job, after all.
Watching him cautiously from the entrance to the kitchen, Cecilia crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to ignore the animal accosting her. That stupid mutt had been all over her since she had moved in, as if she were some kind of criminal needing to be sniffed out, and she hadn't appreciated it in the least. "I tried dinner again, if you're interested," she told him over the clinking of the excited dog's tags. She attempted to hide her lack of sureness as best she could. "I didn't give up this time and order out."
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