She Has Your Eyes || Edma
Feet hesitant as the raven haired woman approached the front porch, fingers intertwined with those of a child no older than five, she was nervous. Something Emma never was before, but with a little girl at her side bearing the name Rosabella Edmee Vanity, she was far from the same person that fled the scene of a war stricken wizarding world.
It was fear and rash thinking that sent her running for the hills, with not so much as a second thought or a note left behind, she remembered the day though it was yesterday. It started out simple as ever, Emma had woken before the sun while Ed still lay in slumber, nothing out of the ordinary, that was until sickness struck and the young adult at the time, quickly retreated to the place she felt most at home in times of uncertainty. Hours passed, and the day carried on, Ed had eventually woken, and they spent some time together before going their separate ways for the day.
It wasn’t until later in the afternoon that a though struck Vanity that she found herself frantically pacing the potion's study, and within little time her biggest worry was confirmed. She was pregnant. But what life could be offered for a child in times of war? Emma, as always put little faith in those around her and eventually made the selfish and abrupt decision to slip away in the night and she did just that. No note, everything packed, and as far from London as possible.
Now, she stood with her left hand balled in a fist against the door, hesitant to knock as she clung onto the other for dear life. How tempting it was for her to grasp the child to her torso and apparate away, yet she didn’t. She couldn’t. The war was over, and their daughter deserved a better life than she was able to offer her. But what happened if the result was a door slammed against her face? Concern etched her thoughts as she finally pounded against the door, the child now stepping back and using most of her leg to conceal herself from whatever was behind the door. If mamma was scared, of course Rosabella was scared.
And there the two stood, finally awaiting whatever fate should open the door. Could he have started a new life? YEARS had passed, and she hadn’t sent a single letter. Surely, it was possible she’d be forgotten altogether, not to mention, she looked nothing like the beautiful and fierce brunette she once was. Now there were single strands of grey hidden in her locks, dark circles under her eyes, and signs of a mother that was doing all possible.
“ HELLO ? ” she called out, a crack in her voice as desperation seeped through the air.
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