She'd made the flying tatami as a lark to begin with--well alright, she'd seen other people with things like that and she'd wanted to see if she could make one using the broom-spells she'd learnt in school--but it had turned out to be soo useful.
One could sleep on it, for instance.
...Or more then one person could, actually...
Ahh, and their was her dear husband, hurrying up the road with his sake, beer, yakitori, and various groceries. Though she had to admit that marrying a muggle, and a not at all rich or connected muggle at that, had not been in her original plans for How To Live A Happy And Fulfilled Life...Things had turned out pretty damn well, after all.
She remembered, once upon a time, when she'd been soo envious of Lucius's eyes and hair. Malfoy hair and Malfoy eyes...Why, even That Bitch who she'd been unlucky enough to share a father with had had the Malfoy hair, at least.
Bloody fucking Bitch. Bloody fucking stupid Hufflepuff Bitch, wears yellow and black and
proud of it.
With her whore of a mother and a mark of a step-father...And her Friends. Right, Friends.
As if the misbegotten welp ever should have deserved anything like that.
And when she'd tried to quite properly rectify the situation--
She grabbed the edge of her tatami and breathed, then. Breath, breath, now was not the time to have a brain blowout...Or burn the house by mistake.
Breath, woman, breath. You're not a schoolgirl anymore, remember?
But things had been going so well. She'd stripped all That Bitch's supposed Friends away, one by one--Oh, that had been fun. Especially those Gryffindor idiots, what'd they call themselves, the Marauders? Secret Animagi running with werewolves, how stupid could they be? Oh, all right, it was only one werewolf, and that one had been oddly perceptive enough that she couldn't really use them as much as she'd wanted to, but still, they'd been useful in their own way. Especially that Sirius. Oh, he had been so much fun to lead about by the nose...
But then, those pack of losers had--
Hazama Kuroo, that piece of supposedly Pureblood shit, how anybody could be so sentimental about a fucking muggle foster-mother--didn't he have any sense of shame at all?
...Well, alright, now that she had her own supposed muggle hubby she was married to, she could sort of understand being sentimental about such things, but still.
Severus Snape, Losers U Us. Too stupid to kill himself no matter how many times everybody around him managed to make clear he was a bloody waste of space and air. And has the bloody terminity to fight back when somebody tries to do him the favor of doing it for him, to boot! How the hell do you deal with somebody who couldn't even understand that losers were supposed to give up and die when the winners tried to kill them?
Lily Evans. No excuse for this mudblood, but then, she probably didn't think she needed any excuse to make her superiors miserable as much as she pleased, she supposed.
Well actually, even then, she hadn't minded Mudbloods too much, as long as they knew their place or at least kept out of her way--they were plenty of that sort in Ravenclaw, after all--but that bloody redhead. Gaah.
And the little bitch had gotten herself invited to Sluggy's little get-togethers, to boot!
And those bloody losers had...had...
Breath, woman, breath. Think happy thoughts.
Oh, how she'd laughed, when she'd heard what happened to Lily Evans, in the end... Not so rich or happy if you're dead, Mudblood bitch, are you now?
...Ahh, she was feeling much better now.
And she'd feel even better still, if she thought of all the nice things in her life.
Like her husband.
Who said he liked her brown hair and reddish-amber eyes and slightly olive skin just fine.
It was nice to have a husband that was so after her own heart, supposed muggle or not.
And he could be creative too, oddly enough. Why, some of the little "twists" he had added to her ideas about their only child's--up to this point, that is, though she was sort of feeling that maybe having another child wouldn't be a bad idea at all, lately--training regime made even her eyes go round, sometimes.
And he was a good father, too. He hardly ever even hit his child except in the sparring sessions--ahh, those were fun to watch!-- and always made sure he got a proper diet, even if he had to go--um, "borrow" or "beg"--it himself.
Ahh, but she'd missed her husband and child while they'd been gone, even though she'd known it was necessary that they live apart for a while. Just scanning them throw the mirrors and such or dreams just did not cut it, sometimes...
But that was over, and now they were together again. A proper family.
She glanced at her child running about with friends again, and smiled. Oh, children were so dear.
...She probably couldn't laugh at that idiotic half-brother any more, she supposed. She was as fully melty-minded as he was, when her own offspring was concerned. Meeh.
...Not that she'd ever let him know that, of course.
--Heh, heh, heh.
And in another place, were there were much greenery and softly bubbling pools of various temperatures---
A witch in a full multicolored kimono, featuring, oddly enough, bamboo, rabbits and the moon, was sitting in the middle of what appeared to be a miniature war zone.
Her golden hair had been torn out of it's elaborate coffiers, and bloodied in places. Her blue eyes were blank, mirroring the lake.
"--Mum. ...Mum, what happened?"
Pink hair, red eyes, black jacket, every bit the teenager. Which she still was, barely.
She thought.
"...Emma-san had another--flashback, I think. It's all right, dear."
Though how anything could be all right when they'd just had to use what was perilously close to a team Imperio--
"Oh. ...Is she all right?"
"I think so. Be a dear and just help with the clean-up, all right?"
She had to look at the bright side. At least this time's "explosion" had come at a place far from the paying customers...
She thought of a certain Castle, and the people she had known there. When she had used to do her hair in strange pigtails that her friends said made them hungry for meatballs.
And sat, among the wreckage.
And cried.
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