Death Becomes Her

[Goia]

The world had turned on it's axis and now the only Dolohov's surviving were the children of his late mistress. He was taking orders from Christian of course and enjoyed the fervour with which the young master relaid each and every command to him but it was not the same. Goia was mourning his mistress still, he grieved for her greatly and was shocked that his loss of her was far greater than that of her grandfather. He had been back at Carrow Hall a while now, as Nastasia, Christian and Vixen stayed with the Drage family. Through lonely empty hallways he had wandered searching for her essence, returning daily to the portrait in the gallery that had been painted the year before but she did not speak to him. Her image stayed motionless as if she were asleep. Goia was puzzled. His master's portrait had only slept for a short while after he had died and then he had finally woken and had been with them more or less again ever since.

A chill caused him to turn around. Nassie and Vixen were due back to the hall today, Christian would be staying on a while longer. Goia scanned the long hallway he stood in but there was nothing there. Muttering wildly to himself he walked on once more furiously wiping a tear drop from his wizened face. As his hand reached for the door he stopped. The temperature had taken a serious nose dive about him and as fearless as the old elf was he shivered now. Turning slowly about his mouth hung open wide in disbelief before he fell to the ground as if paying homage.

 

[Thorine Dolohov]

The transition from her gruesome death to ghostly form was blank to her, she did not remember any of it and yet whatever had torn her from the world of Hades to live as a spectral in this world had the sense to at least leave her with her former lives knowledge. She felt herself wandering in and out of places where her life had meant something. Finding herself a few times at the old Dolohov home in England before coming to the side of children she eventually remembered were her own. None had seen her, she chose not for them too but her daughter had felt her presence. Her boys had not but there was time enough for that.

Now she found herself back at Carrow Hall and from afar watched the wizened creature that had once been her most loyal house elf. With a smile gracing her face she watched him wobble about the house muttering her name every now and then and she could not help but laugh at this. Her laughter was not heard for she chose it to be so but soon this was not enough and she wanted to be seen. With the same grace as she had in life she hovered now behind him. Her presence felt she watched as he turned around, saw her and fell to his knees.

"My humble servant, I have missed you" the ghost of Thorine Dolohov smiled.

 

[Goia]

Goia thought he was imagining it all. She was there before him, grey and shimmering most definitely a ghost but at least she was there. He bowed low again so utterly grateful for whatever possessed those in the after life to allow her to return.
"Mistress" he practically whimpered to the ground before standing up right again. She looked magnificent though it pained him to see her as this instead of alive. He wanted to tell her that her service was beautiful, once they had been allowed her body back from the morgue at least. Quite a few had shown for to pay their last respects, some pureblood families and death eaters a like.

"It is wonderful to see you" he told her honestly, "You have been missed, so very missed".
He could hear the mumbling from the gallery beyond and with a nod from herself opened the door wide and stepped in as if announcing her presence to all of them there. They had all passed on but she had stayed. Even death could not contain her.

 

[Thorine Dolohov]

At times she felt as if she had never left but all her actions were so different now. She had no need of sleep, no need to eat and though so far it was only months that had gone by, it felt already like an eternity. With more time she was certain she would become more and more depressed looking like so many other ghosts she had seen over the years. But in truth what had she to be happy about?

She was dead, her children were scattered all over the globe, her home was being run by her house elf, her body had been cremated and placed in the family crypt in England and her beloved Arnost was most likely pining for her. She could still hear the sounds of Christian screaming in the night with missing her, calling out to her until she felt that this was the reason she had been plucked back from the underworld. Her spirit was not allowed to rest. What had she been taught about specters? Unfinished business, Thorine wondered just what hers was.

As the doors to the gallery opened she smiled serenely. She could pass through them and had not needed Goia to open them up for her but he apparantly was going to pick up as if she had never died at all. Sweet house elf, she mused as her form glided in to the gallery and the gasps and awes of her ancestors echoed about the large room.
"Have you all missed me as well?" she smiled serenely as they watched her move through a large oak table in the center of the room.

A noise from down stairs sounded as someone entered the house, voices and all heads seemed to turn. Thedius Carrow flitted from his portrait to the one he shared on the stares with some other family members and soon he returned.
"It is Nastasia ... and Vixen" he told them.

Thorine was as motionless as a ghost could be, her form barely swayed as she hovered there. Her daughter was here again. Thorine's hands ached to hold her, as slowly she raised them up before her. She could feel the sadness compound her and shrieked loudly, though the sound came out like a terrible wail. For now Vixen could not see her like this, not just yet.
Turning to Goia she stared at him shaking her head before her form disappeared from view once more.

 

[Nastasia Caliburn]

Nastasia sighed wearily she could very easily have returned via the floo network but she had chosen to show Vixen instead the magic that possessed the muggle world as well. From large aeroplanes that flew in the sky, to huge winding and moving baggage holders and stairs. She hoped opening up the muggle world a little more to the toddler would give her an interest in it but considering the parents she highly doubted it.

As they entered the house for the first time in months, she looked about her and shook her head. It was the first time they had been back since Thorine's death and gazing down she felt her heart constrict as Vixen shuffled about in the muggle buggy to escape.
"Mam... mammam" she called out giggling a little and flexing her fists as if she wanted up and out of the contraption that ensnared her.
Nastasia released her and put her down on the hallway floor, watching her crawl about in search of the woman who would never be found. How could she explain to a toddler that her mother was not coming back? Not now or ever.

Feeling utterly hopeless she closed the door behind her and left their luggage in the hallway for Goia to take care of. She heard footsteps up stairs approaching and knew the house elf was coming to greet Thorine's daughter and not her.