Sirius:
Fuck.
kreacher: young master is back to bed, mistress. kreacher locked the door.
Walburga: I will retire to my room. Orion will be home soon. Now leave my sight.
Kreacher: Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress. *
disapparates*
Walburga, how old are your sons?
She reaches down and places her hand on the small lump on her stomach.
would you ever do a tmi tuesday? ^.^
Young Sirius: Mum…. I’ve had a bad dream…. will you please read me a story? I know you say never to beg from my mother but I’m scared, mummy ((ps: your post broke my heart. Well done. ))
Sirius: *hicups* B-but mum..
Walburga: Kreacher!
The crack is heard once more and Kreacher appears and drops into a deep bow.
Kreacher: How can Kreacher serve you, Mistress?
Fresh tears well up in Sirius’ eyes but the 2-year-old bites his lip and say no more.
Walburga: Now.
Would you want another child? Maybe a little girl? Or is Sirius enough of an heir?
Walburga: They will have no power and no way to guarantee the continuation of our proud family name.
How many children do you have Walburga?
Walburga: A son and heir. All according to plan.
I heard somewhere his name is Sirius… was that serieus or just a bad joke?
Walburga: It is. He’s named after the star in the night sky.
The sounds of a small child’s crying is echoing through the dark rooms of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
With a crack a small ragged creature appears beside the antique couch in the impressive sitting room.
Kreacher: Mistress.. The young master is awake.. he’s asking for you.
As Walburga Black finishes the last page of her chapter the sounds of her son’s sobs grow faint before stopping completely. All is quiet once more.
((OOC: A young Walburga Black is online for a bit. Motherhood might not be her thing.))
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