With her hands on her knees, bent and peering into the blossoms of her Aconite Lily was frowning pensively when her son spoke up from behind her. "Far more easily and gladly met than most, I venture." Righting herself she turned to face Harry while dusting her hands off. "Something troubles you," she looked him over for a long moment before turning, waving a hand at him before heading towards her modest, but stalwart little house.
Drawing her wand as she stepped inside she had the kettle over a fire with a wordless, almost absent-minded motion, a log tossing itself onto the fire with another, more commanding sort of swish. Lily had always been fascinated by the spells her teachers had managed to execute without so much as a word,
“Are you eating enough?” Again Harry was given another look over, his mother thoughtful and never lacking in that parental concern that seemed to radiate from every glance and tilt of her head.
Even if he had been eating enough, Lily wouldn’t have believed it, and that much was plain to see as she crossed towards the hearth to get a bowl of the pottage that had been simmering over the embers endlessly ready for him.
“So, eat and talk my darling. Tell me everything.” She set the bowl on the table, regarding him with an almost business-like nod of her head before Lily’s focus turned towards the kettle she’d readied, eager to have a cup of tea to accompany whatever her son had to tell her.
heck yes
Drawing her wand as she stepped inside she had the kettle over a fire with a wordless, almost absent-minded motion, a log tossing itself onto the fire with another, more commanding sort of swish. Lily had always been fascinated by the spells her teachers had managed to execute without so much as a word,
“Are you eating enough?” Again Harry was given another look over, his mother thoughtful and never lacking in that parental concern that seemed to radiate from every glance and tilt of her head.
Even if he had been eating enough, Lily wouldn’t have believed it, and that much was plain to see as she crossed towards the hearth to get a bowl of the pottage that had been simmering over the embers endlessly ready for him.
“So, eat and talk my darling. Tell me everything.” She set the bowl on the table, regarding him with an almost business-like nod of her head before Lily’s focus turned towards the kettle she’d readied, eager to have a cup of tea to accompany whatever her son had to tell her.