My mom’s place, my bedroom
I am so sorry that you had to wait for my reply for so long, but in my defence hectic doesn’t even begin to cover the past seven days.
First there was the unexpected early return of my mom. Her owl was very cryptic about it and it left me worrying about why she was coming back. I didn’t sleep very well after that and neither did my dad I think. We spent the entire next day fighting about petty stuff until he got fed up and left for work.
A couple hours later my mom knocked on the door, much later than she’d said in her letter, and she looked very bleak and tired. She was happy to see me though and so was I, but sadly only for a while, since she got quite mad when she saw my dad wasn’t home.
She wanted to leave right away to have words with my dad, but I have heard those two fight too much already and really it wasn’t fair of her to be mad at my dad for working a vew hours a day when her quidditch career had kept her away from me for weeks on end.
I didn’t tell her that of course, I’m not stupid.
It was really hard to persuade her not to hunt down my dad without speaking my mind though. I eventually gave up and just started crying, that was quite effective though I don’t like to play with emotions like that.
In the end she agreed to ignore my dad’s absence and she told me about training camp over tea and Canadian pancakes. By the sound of it she has made lots of new friends and still doesn’t want to retire, even though she was still pale after the tea.
When my dad got home, looking slightly better than when he’d left, I left him and my mom alone and snuck out to WWW. No amount of tears from me would stop those two from fighting, I’ve figured that much ages ago.
I feel a bit bad for writing this but arriving at the jokes shop felt quite like coming home. Uncle Fred made me hot chocolate and when it was closing time we held a wheelchair race through the store. It was hilarious and the only raised voices came from having too much fun (and Tiny Fred, who started crying at some point because stubbed his toe).
After I had celebrated my giant victory (okay, not that giant. I think uncle Fred let me win because I wasn’t feeling very happy) we all had pizza for dinner. When I told George’s Angelina about your Angelina she told me that your Angelina was named after her, because she brought her parents together.
You should ask for that story next time you see her, it’s very cute. When desert came round my mom stopped by. Uncle George had told my parents where I was, though they could have thought of that themselves since I always go to WWW when I’m not feeling great.
She told me she and my dad had agreed that I would go to her place the next day. I didn’t like the fact that I didn’t have any say in it, but I was long glad they’d agreed on anything at all so I didn’t mention it.
Tiny Fred and Roxanne came home with me that night and we had a sleepover, which was fun though also exhausting. Not that that is very strange. Uncle George told me Tiny Fred has ADHD. I don’t really know what that is yet but apparently it makes you very hyperactive, which really sounds like Tiny Fred.
The next day my dad looked very sad when mom came to pick me up, but only when he thought I wasn’t looking. I didn’t want him to feel so sad but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I hated leaving him like that.
My mom’s house had a lot more furniture in it than last time I saw it, but my room was still empty. The next three days I went furniture shopping with my mom and Luna. It was weird to be around Luna now that she and my mom are dating, and I didn’t really speak to her much. She taught me how to paint the walls of my room though, that was nice.
The day after my room was done (which is today) we went to the quidditch pitch where my mom had a training match. It was really weird to watch her fly without my dad cheering next to me, and to my shame I must admit that I fled when Luna noticed and tried to comfort me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the effort or that she did anything wrong, but it just didn’t feel right. She’s supposed to be my fun aunt not my fun stepmom.
When I walked away I (quite literally) bumped into a fun aunt that still is a fun aunt, namely your mom. I think she was there to see my mom, but when she spotted me she didn’t mention anything of the sorts. What she did do is take me up to the training court next to the pitch.
There she told me about the time your dad tried to teach her how to ride a broom, and she showed me the resulting scar as well. It was nice to hear your mom talk about your dad. About how he carried her to the first aid post, how he kept apologising and how much your mom loved his clumsiness.
It was wonderful to hear her talk so fondly of your dad. When I told your mom that she should cherish that feeling of love for your dad she started crying. I didn’t understand why she did that back then and I still don’t really see it now. Adults are weird.
When she stopped looking at me so sad we got lunch and watched the remaining part of the match together. My mom won, but only because their new chaser is flying twice as good as she has any right to do (according to an older lady in a really fancy dress next to us), and not because my mom tipped the scales.
I still think she should have retired after winning the world cup, but as usual no one listens to me. Though when it comes to quidditch I get that, because I’ve never really gotten into the game.
Soon after the match was over your mom left for work again and my mom and Luna took me home. I went straight to my new bedroom when we got there, which is much more spacious than the one I have in London since it’s a farmhouse. I have been working on my letter to you ever since.
I worry about my dad. First he had a family of five, and now he’s all alone. I hate the idea of him working long shifts again just to give himself something to do.
I have to go now, tea is ready. Thank you for cheering me up Rose, I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t write to you, you’re awesome.
With love, Lily Luna Potter
Ps. Visiting the Battle monument sounds terrible but fascinating, and I’m glad it ended in an evening full of fun.
Pps. Tell Hugo I miss him too. Very much even.
Ppps. You are so nice to me! Thank you Rose, I really needed your support for a moment with all the hectic stuff going on at the home front. I hope my next letter won’t take this long but I can’t promise anything since it appears that I do not have a say in where I spent my time. We’ll just have to wait and see.
