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Oct. 24th, 2011 10:52 pmSorry to keep you all wondering. I'm completely knackered, and we've had a busy night of it since we opened the place up again. Maybe we should boot everyone out at 3 every afternoon so they can go home and gather up their friends and relations to come back for the evening!
Anywiz. She arrived at 4 o'clock sharp with Rigel in tow. Not that she seemed particularly interested in seeing to him. Fortunately, he was curious about Bea and her toys. He had them spinning around over her head, and that made her laugh and laugh. It's wonderful to hear that; she really only began giggling a few weeks ago, but then today Rigel's antics really brought it out.
It wasn't a one way entertainment, either. We noticed a bit later that Bea was making faces for him. I'd never talked with Aunt Bella about being a metamorphmagus, but she was interested and the children were having such a happy time with it. Anywiz, she says she's never heard that anyone else in the family ever manifested it, which I've wondered about, but I almost never have a chance to hear about family history. I suppose I could have asked Aunt Narcissa, but I never have. Family is an awkward topic, obviously, with either of them.
And don't get me wrong: spending time with Aunt Bellatrix was plenty awkward. She doesn't take sugar in her tea, for one thing, and of course I offered it and she let me know how much I'd insulted her by expecting such a thing of her. Not that she said anything about it, but she doesn't need to talk to get a message across. Then I offered the biscuits, and she refused them outright. Well, she let Rigel have one to gnaw on, but she wouldn't condescend to having one herself.
And she didn't think much of Junius, did she? Commented on how 'busy' he seemed, when he couldn't help that Mondays are delivery days and he kept having to run off and sign for flats and cartons and crates of this and that. And she remarked on his age, and didn't seem to think he looked 'very robust'. Not that she seemed actually worried about his health. In fact, I think she meant to set me thinking about what I'd do if I were left a young widow. Ugh.
I was as nervous as a mouse in an owl's cage, of course, so I'm sure everything seemed worse than it really was. And naturally, I dropped the forks and one of the plates as I was carrying things out so that Remus had to come and save me from going to pieces right at the start of everything. He really is a wonderful, calm fellow in those sorts of situations.
I wished he'd been there when she started in on how lucky Bea is to have a mum who shares her peculiarity--because I'll be able to help her learn to manage it. I came close to saying something unfortunate, but then she went off a totally different way and said how useful it would be for enforcers if they could change their faces like I can. I still don't know if she was taking the mickey and rubbing my nose in the fact I'll never amount to anything like that. Remus thinks she could have been serious. He thinks Auntie Bella might even be a bit envious of our peculiar talent. Not sure when he got to be the optimist in our bunch!
Though, Auntie's right, it does seem to be pretty rare. I've only ever met one other metamorphmagus, and that was someone my dad hired to entertain for my fifth or sixth birthday. Sort of a clown, I suppose. All I remember is that he could give himself gigantic elephant ears and a big pelican beak and hairy bear paws all at once. Pudge, I think he was called. I hadn't thought about that in years. It was sweet of them, Mum and Dad, to find a metamorph so I could know I wasn't the only only one ever.
So that was most of it. She let Rigel play with Bea, but I'll be awfully surprised if anything comes of the notion of Hydra's visiting us. When you come down to it then, it was nothing more than an excruciating play date with my least favourite relative. And now that it's over, I'm done in. If you've questions for me, I'll have to answer you tomorrow, I'm afraid. Wouldn't want to fall asleep with my head down a toilet tomorrow morning.
Anywiz. She arrived at 4 o'clock sharp with Rigel in tow. Not that she seemed particularly interested in seeing to him. Fortunately, he was curious about Bea and her toys. He had them spinning around over her head, and that made her laugh and laugh. It's wonderful to hear that; she really only began giggling a few weeks ago, but then today Rigel's antics really brought it out.
It wasn't a one way entertainment, either. We noticed a bit later that Bea was making faces for him. I'd never talked with Aunt Bella about being a metamorphmagus, but she was interested and the children were having such a happy time with it. Anywiz, she says she's never heard that anyone else in the family ever manifested it, which I've wondered about, but I almost never have a chance to hear about family history. I suppose I could have asked Aunt Narcissa, but I never have. Family is an awkward topic, obviously, with either of them.
And don't get me wrong: spending time with Aunt Bellatrix was plenty awkward. She doesn't take sugar in her tea, for one thing, and of course I offered it and she let me know how much I'd insulted her by expecting such a thing of her. Not that she said anything about it, but she doesn't need to talk to get a message across. Then I offered the biscuits, and she refused them outright. Well, she let Rigel have one to gnaw on, but she wouldn't condescend to having one herself.
And she didn't think much of Junius, did she? Commented on how 'busy' he seemed, when he couldn't help that Mondays are delivery days and he kept having to run off and sign for flats and cartons and crates of this and that. And she remarked on his age, and didn't seem to think he looked 'very robust'. Not that she seemed actually worried about his health. In fact, I think she meant to set me thinking about what I'd do if I were left a young widow. Ugh.
I was as nervous as a mouse in an owl's cage, of course, so I'm sure everything seemed worse than it really was. And naturally, I dropped the forks and one of the plates as I was carrying things out so that Remus had to come and save me from going to pieces right at the start of everything. He really is a wonderful, calm fellow in those sorts of situations.
I wished he'd been there when she started in on how lucky Bea is to have a mum who shares her peculiarity--because I'll be able to help her learn to manage it. I came close to saying something unfortunate, but then she went off a totally different way and said how useful it would be for enforcers if they could change their faces like I can. I still don't know if she was taking the mickey and rubbing my nose in the fact I'll never amount to anything like that. Remus thinks she could have been serious. He thinks Auntie Bella might even be a bit envious of our peculiar talent. Not sure when he got to be the optimist in our bunch!
Though, Auntie's right, it does seem to be pretty rare. I've only ever met one other metamorphmagus, and that was someone my dad hired to entertain for my fifth or sixth birthday. Sort of a clown, I suppose. All I remember is that he could give himself gigantic elephant ears and a big pelican beak and hairy bear paws all at once. Pudge, I think he was called. I hadn't thought about that in years. It was sweet of them, Mum and Dad, to find a metamorph so I could know I wasn't the only only one ever.
So that was most of it. She let Rigel play with Bea, but I'll be awfully surprised if anything comes of the notion of Hydra's visiting us. When you come down to it then, it was nothing more than an excruciating play date with my least favourite relative. And now that it's over, I'm done in. If you've questions for me, I'll have to answer you tomorrow, I'm afraid. Wouldn't want to fall asleep with my head down a toilet tomorrow morning.
