Sara Moon
Former 'Claw | Auror | Grieving
- Messages
- 3,744
- 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.
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.