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Post by William Mallory on Sept 22, 2012 22:44:25 GMT -5
Summer had passed in a blur. Most time did for William, as he spent his days muddling through work and simply trying to get through each day. That was how it had been for 15 years, and nothing ever seemed to change. Nothing, that is, except for Eve. He'd let her slip through his fingers, and soon she'd be all grown up and gone before he even got a real chance to know his daughter. It was his own fault, of course... she couldn't be blamed if every time he looked at her he saw his beloved Evelyn staring back at him. It wasn't her fault that the pain nearly brought him to his knees every time.
He'd intended to rectify the problem this summer, but the truth was, he didn't really even know what to do with her. She was too old for playing on the swings at the park or teddy bear tea parties or whatever it was that little girls liked to do. She was a teenager, and he had no idea what she liked.
So he sent her for a while to stay with her friend Genevieve and let the summer pass like every other season did--too fast and without any lasting memories made. When he went to pick Eve up, there was but a week left of summer. Just a week before she'd go back to Hogwarts and he wouldn't see her for months.
So once they had returned home through the floo network, William turned to her, just looking at her for a long moment. "I... I'd like to do something with you. Just the two of us. Something you'd like. It's just... I don't really know what you like to do. Please tell me."
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Eve Mallory
Sixth Year[M:10]
The hardest thing in the universe is to hear the boy you love talk about the girl you wish you were.
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Post by Eve Mallory on Sept 22, 2016 14:59:12 GMT -5
Eve was busy staring out the window. She had a wonderful summer with her friend and the Jordan boys. Evertyhing was changing, and she was trying to keep up with it all, but a part of her was still stuck in a perpetual childhood. If she were a psychologist, or a school counselor, she might attribute that reluctance to grow up to her father. Not that she blamed him, not that she could, he had been devastated by her mother's death, and even though Eve was still there, she looked so much like her mother it was painful.
"Huh?" she asked turning to him. No matter how things were she loved him, she took care of him. "I...I don't know Dad. What were you thinking?"
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