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Sara Moon

Former 'Claw | Auror | Grieving
 
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3,404
OOC First Name
Maia
Blood Status
Muggleborn
Relationship Status
Engaged
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Wand
12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
Age
5/2015
The months had dragged, days feeling like years as she went from a house that felt strange to a work that felt strange, and lived with a man who felt like a stranger. Sara hadn't felt like herself for a long time, but she was coming back. The therapy had helped. At first, after their baby's passing, she'd shied away from the thought of therapy, worried that it would make things worse somehow, terrified she would hear Mason say it was her fault. She'd been wrong, of course, and now felt foolish for resisting it so long. When they should've been a support to each other, she'd pulled away and plunged their home into silence. Now though, now they could start over. Today was a big day, Sara had left on her lunch break for their appointment as usual, but upon finishing work had quickly apparated close to their home. You couldn't apparate into the house, the wards didn't permit it, but it wasn't a long walk down the lane. Quickly, she set to work, banishing silence with a radio in the kitchen. She used to sing, while doing chores, walking, going over case notes, but now it was a concious effort to do so, to take enjoyment out of what used to be routine. Some day, she felt sure, the effort would be unnecessary, but now she was trying to be grateful for what was good.

When the room was tidy, and some bowls of strawberries set out, she retrieved two champagne glasses. The bottle was in the fridge to cool, and Mason was due home soon. She wanted to mark today, to celebrate little victories, though having finished counselling was perhaps not so little a thing. She had missed feeling like herself, but she'd missed Mason too. Without help, they might never have survived their own grief. Another good thing to be grateful for.
 

Mason Talarico

Head Auror
 
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189
Wand
Curly 15 Inch Rigid Hornbeam Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core,
Age
8/1996
Communicate. Communicate. Communicate. That word had been drilled into his head for several of the longest months of his life. He had a feeling it would appear in his dreams even. Therapy hadn't been quite what he'd expected it to be. He'd never laid on a chaise lounge. Their therapist hadn't even been a man, far from it actually. And he'd never had to talk about more than he was comfortable talking about. But talk he had...eventually. In solitary sessions and eventually in the couple ones. And he'd learned a lot. About Sara, for sure, but about himself too, and how he coped with stress. Being Head Auror meant that a lot of blame felt like it came to rest on his feet. But the loss of their child wasn't his blame or Sara's. It had taken a lot of time for him to accept that Sara didn't blame him and to show her that he'd never thought she was either. It had taken even more time for him to not feel as if he should've done something more. This didn't mean that Mason planned on running back to therapy any time soon. He was quite pleased to be done, happy to have walked out of their scheduled lunchtime sessions knowing he wouldn't have to return. But he was grateful that he'd been convinced to give it a try. He'd come out of it with a lot. Some tools to help him cope and communicate a little more. But most, importantly, he'd left it with Sara still by his side. For a while, especially in the beginning, Mason hadn't been sure that would be the case. Therapy had been hard. Confronting some painful truths about himself had been hard. But it had been worth it in the end, he reminded himself as he stepped through the door of their home after the short walk from the road.

Mason took his work robes off, putting them on their hook and then began to kick his shoes off. "It's me, Sara" he stated as he did every time he arrived home. Mason was a little more salt than pepper these days, he'd long since given up on Sleak Eazy's formulas to help with that. The man ran a hand through his hair as he moved forward, his footsteps causing the wood to creak slightly in the home, his hand holding the bottle of champagne he'd picked up to celebrate. Things weren't perfect between him and Sara, but they were real, very real, his feelings for her having deepened through this all. He turned into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he declared as he took in the table, a sheepish expression on his face as he held up a bottle of champagne and gave it a small shake. "Same idea" he let out a low chuckle.
 

Sara Moon

Former 'Claw | Auror | Grieving
 
Messages
3,404
OOC First Name
Maia
Blood Status
Muggleborn
Relationship Status
Engaged
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Wand
12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
Age
5/2015
Becoming slightly anxious about Mason's arrival time, Sara resisted the urge to pace. He was fine, he was often much later than this. She knew that, but a tendency to jump to the worst conclusion wasn't ideal when living with the head auror. Breathing in slowly, she began to count. One breath at a time. Keep breathing. At times she felt foolish repeating such a simple phrase, but somehow it was soothing. The therapist had given her some mindfulness exercises, and while at first she'd felt silly focusing on her breathe, registering with her body, but now it was the start and end of her every day. Mason's voice brought a small smile to her lips and she opened her eyes. She'd spent so long convincing herself he couldn't love her now, that too much had happened. Now she realised that the water under the bridge was a part of who they were together.She was learning to live in a new reality. In this reality, nothing could be taken for granted. In this reality, she reminded herself to breathe.

When he entered the room, Sara felt a knot in her chest unravel. And a laugh escaped her as she registered the bottle in Mason's hand, and the look on his face. She crossed the room. "Great minds think alike." Leaning into Mason for a moment, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Congratulations." It did feel an accomplishment to have made it this far. One step at a time. She knew it hadn't been easy for Mason either, that they'd abandoned each other in a way, absent in the same house. Now they had to work to make sure that never happened again. "I mean, aside from finishing therapy, both of us being home at a semi-reasonable hour is reason enough for a second bottle." Sara had always liked champagne. She'd first tasted it as a teenager. Her parents weren't drinker, but the Moon children had been allowed a sip at their parents anniversary. Glancing down and the bottle Mason held, Sara asked with a nod, "Would you like to do the honours?" It did not take an effort to smile. Counselling had taught her a lot about Mason. She'd always imagined him so strong, loving that he cared, worrying that he cared too much, but hearing how he felt about himself was eyeopening. She'd never blamed him, but to think that he had. To know he had never blamed her. Without thinking, she reached out a hand to hold his. It was a process, she knew that, but it finally felt as though they were on the mend, both of them.
 

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