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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- 45
Estrella hurt. It hurt to move, hurt to breathe, hurt to think. At every moment she felt she would cry, though her eyes had dried out. She was surprised they hadn't collapsed back into her skull. The witch would have refused to eat, that was, if not for the two in her belly; she owed them a few months' residence.
The little things stung the most. There were many realizations to be had, and too much time to entertain them. Estrella had spent too many hours at her husband's grave to play make-believe. Jaken was dead and buried. He wasn't going to be there when she woke up in the morning, smiling like the world had just begun. He wouldn't be there to kiss his children goodnight. They would never hear another of his stories or have their daddy teach them how to ride a broomstick. And who was going to banish the monsters lurking under their beds and hiding in their closets?
Finally giving in to her grandfather's request, Estrella decided it would be a good idea to move to Norway for a while. She couldn't be mother when she couldn't take care of her own skin. There, she wouldn't be alone- not with Lily, Sumner, Sarah, and the house elves around- and there would be space.
The three Styx girls had traveled by train and other magical means. Apparation was out of the question. They entered the Herregard, shutting its doors on an old life. Estrella had volunteered to live in Limbo. She didn't expect to enjoy her stay, though she hoped her daughters could be happy.
A house elf relieved them of their few belongings. Olivia trailed her mother and sister into the dining room, dragging the pink dragon her Aunt Lily and Uncle Sumner had given her long ago by its tail. Estrella pulled out a chair for herself and placed Lydia on the table. The baby's interest was soon captured by a Norwegian newspaper, following the Karasjok Kites with a tiny finger. Lydia squealed and smacked the moving photo. Her older sister wasn't amused so easily anymore. With just one stuffed animal and her imagination, Olivia would do one of three things; become bored very, very quickly, get into trouble, or a combination of the two.
The little things stung the most. There were many realizations to be had, and too much time to entertain them. Estrella had spent too many hours at her husband's grave to play make-believe. Jaken was dead and buried. He wasn't going to be there when she woke up in the morning, smiling like the world had just begun. He wouldn't be there to kiss his children goodnight. They would never hear another of his stories or have their daddy teach them how to ride a broomstick. And who was going to banish the monsters lurking under their beds and hiding in their closets?
Finally giving in to her grandfather's request, Estrella decided it would be a good idea to move to Norway for a while. She couldn't be mother when she couldn't take care of her own skin. There, she wouldn't be alone- not with Lily, Sumner, Sarah, and the house elves around- and there would be space.
The three Styx girls had traveled by train and other magical means. Apparation was out of the question. They entered the Herregard, shutting its doors on an old life. Estrella had volunteered to live in Limbo. She didn't expect to enjoy her stay, though she hoped her daughters could be happy.
A house elf relieved them of their few belongings. Olivia trailed her mother and sister into the dining room, dragging the pink dragon her Aunt Lily and Uncle Sumner had given her long ago by its tail. Estrella pulled out a chair for herself and placed Lydia on the table. The baby's interest was soon captured by a Norwegian newspaper, following the Karasjok Kites with a tiny finger. Lydia squealed and smacked the moving photo. Her older sister wasn't amused so easily anymore. With just one stuffed animal and her imagination, Olivia would do one of three things; become bored very, very quickly, get into trouble, or a combination of the two.