Post by James Malcom MacDougal on Dec 10, 2017 20:40:26 GMT -5
Place: Mungo's
Time: May 2020
Characters Involved: Morag and Alastair MacDougal
"She's so beautiful. So tiny." Morag cradled the tiny bundle against the swell of her belly, looking to the still form laying in the bed, spells pulsing around him. She leaned close, placing the babe on the bed, snug against Alastair's side. She traced a trembling hand down her brother's cheek, praying he'd wake. Her other hand rested lightly on the small, too small, chest of the little girl.
"Don't leave me," she whispered, but to who, she didn't know. The child? The last thing she had of her sister, her twin. Her other half. Or her brother, bold and laughing, always there, always protecting. He'd help raise them after You-Know-Who had killed their parents, had been furious to find them fighting in the battle of Hogwarts. Iss had argued with him, she'd always had the temper, between them. Morag smiled, a amall bittersweet hook to her lips as she remembered the past.
"Please," she hunched over her belly, one hand curling around it, laying her head on the other. It was as close as she could get. She had to touch them, as if she could anchor them to the world. She lay there, curled over the bed and the remains of her family. Hours later exhaustion dragged her down into sleep.
Time: May 2020
Characters Involved: Morag and Alastair MacDougal
"She's so beautiful. So tiny." Morag cradled the tiny bundle against the swell of her belly, looking to the still form laying in the bed, spells pulsing around him. She leaned close, placing the babe on the bed, snug against Alastair's side. She traced a trembling hand down her brother's cheek, praying he'd wake. Her other hand rested lightly on the small, too small, chest of the little girl.
"Don't leave me," she whispered, but to who, she didn't know. The child? The last thing she had of her sister, her twin. Her other half. Or her brother, bold and laughing, always there, always protecting. He'd help raise them after You-Know-Who had killed their parents, had been furious to find them fighting in the battle of Hogwarts. Iss had argued with him, she'd always had the temper, between them. Morag smiled, a amall bittersweet hook to her lips as she remembered the past.
"Please," she hunched over her belly, one hand curling around it, laying her head on the other. It was as close as she could get. She had to touch them, as if she could anchor them to the world. She lay there, curled over the bed and the remains of her family. Hours later exhaustion dragged her down into sleep.