Closed New Beginnings

[Flavio Morales-Tipene]

Miro had grown into his terrible twos, that were definitely terrible in some ways but rewarding in others. To see Miro growing everyday and learning new things about the world around him did definitely make any terribleness worth the struggle. But while seeing Miro grow made Flavio happier and prouder than he had ever been, or ever thought he would feel, it meant that Miro was independent enough for November to take care of him without around the clock help. It meant his agreement with November to move to shared custody was finally being realized and November and Miro were due to move out, and Flavio would most often see Miro for each weekend and occasionally during the working week. It was for the best, and Flavio knew this, as both he and November could finally begin to live their lives apart and solidify their close friendship as they co parented. It meant they could move forward individually and as parents, and Flavio with his newly begun Auror training knew it would be easier, but he couldn’t help but feel a lingering sadness as he helped November pack up her belongings. It was the end of an era, in a way, and it signified the true intention to be apart that he and November agreed upon when they had broken up, and then later when November rejected his proposal. Miro being an infant was a limbo and pause in the plan they had agreed on, but now he was a toddler and the pause was over, their lives were finally beginning.​

Trying not to let his sadness get to him too much, knowing how badly he would miss Miro on weekdays, and how alone he would feel with November away and without anyone else in the house, Flavio did his best to seal every box that was packed with magic. He waved his wand to keep the boxes shut and provide them protection from being crushed and the items inside breaking from the move, focusing on the task so his emotions wouldn’t get to him too obviously while November was still there. Miro was toddling around, trying to pack boxes for himself but not really getting anywhere, though Flavio was intent to praise him for helping. “Good job Miro, which toy will you pack next?” He asked softly, smiling at Miro’s response before standing up to pour himself a glass of water. “Would you like some water?” Flavio then called to November, wondering if she was as tired as he was from packing and cleaning.​