(1939-01-15) Love Letter
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Summary: Gus writes to Eibhlin about his first day back home.
Date: 1939-01-15
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Dear Eibhlin,

Yesterday I came home. Lizette was excited to see me, positively desperate with affection. Papa hugged me for longer than I've ever been hugged by him. Francine was there, too, and she cried a bit, but managed a smile. Her husband was always hovering in the background.

It turns out that I was Mama's heir to her half of the land and business. Francine and Lizette got her things - clothes and jewelry, things like that. You should see how Lizette walks around in Mama's shoes, several sizes too big, with her shawl wrapped around her thin little shoulders, pinned with her amythest brooch. It's comical and sad at the same time. Francine has taken to wearing Mama's favorite emerald ring. She says that if the baby is a girl, she'll name it after Mama.

I'll be moving into the cottage, I think, once I feel Papa and Lizette will be alright. I could hear Papa crying last night, though, and Lizette went in there and patted his face until he got up and tucked her back into bed. She had nightmares, though, and kept waking up. I tried to get her back to sleep, but the only thing that worked is when I slept on the floor of her room. It's hard. For all her faults, my mother loved us, and we loved her. I miss her, Eibhlin.

We're hiring a cook, because none of us can. Mama did that for us. She cleaned, too, but Papa knows enough to keep the place from looking bad. I'll learn, as well. Tomorrow we're interviewing three local witches and one from London who wants to Apparate in every day. Papa told them to bring a sample of their cooking. I don't know how he expects me to help him pick - nothing tastes good, right now. It's all ashes in my mouth.

How is school going? I know I've only been gone for a day and a half, but I do miss Hogwarts. Most especially I miss you. I miss seeing you walking down the hall with your nose buried in a book and your hair making Titian curtains around your face. I miss calling your name and watching you look up, and smile at me. I drifted off last night thinking of that smile. Would you send me a picture of you? I want to keep it on my night stand so your beautiful smiling face is the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see at night.

There's a lot of work to be done, so I'll go, now. Take care of yourself, Eibhlin.



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