Sunny One Minute

[Molly Hatchitt]

It was far too nice of a day to be stuck inside, the last of summer clinging to the impending autumn and Molly was determined to enjoy it while she could. Of course, having two rambunctious toddlers in tow made it hard to truly appreciate the weather. They needed a little fresh air though and hopefully it would prompt a long afternoon nap, so Molls strapped them into the pram and hauled them up to the park.

She packed a blanket and some snacks, a few toys to entertain them, but really it was just nice to be out of the house for a bit. Things at home were, well better, she thought anyway. It would take a little time to get in the real swing of things, but at least things between her and Gabe were headed in a good direction. After setting up a little play area for the kids, Molly kept a close eye on Bea and Tris as they tossed a ball back and forth for a few minutes. Who knew how long it would last and she had to seize the moment and soak up the sunshine while she could.

Molly sighed contentedly, listening to her children's laughter. It wasn't until a high-pitched squeal shot through the park that she whipped her head around to see Tristan at a full-speed run toward the water and the ducks that had just landed there. Molly was up and after him in the blink of an eye shouting at him to stop, but thankfully somebody intervened before she could reach him and he could reach the water. "Tristan Edgar, no thank you!" She eyed her troublemaker sternly, realizing, Beatrix had followed her and was pulling at her skirts now. She blew out a relieved breath as her little boy was handed back to her and she laid a reassuring hand atop Bea's head. "Thank you so much." She turned her attention toward the adult who had prevented her son from an impromptu dip in the lake.

  

[Hecate Vaisey]

For the first time since she had started working for Mr. Lestrange, Hecate was actually discontent with her lot. It was the move that had her unhappy; she has liked living in Wellingtonshire, and was not pleased about being out of Hogsmeade. As such, she was taking every excuse to go to town, including a hopeless errand after a cuff link lost in the park the social.

She was taking the excuse to walk in the park; so long as she looked down periodically she seemed to be doing her job. And who knew -- perhaps she'd even find the elusive cuff link.

What she did not expect was to catch a small not under the arms just before he plunged into the lake. She liked babies (which, to her, was any child to young to hold job) about as much as she liked cats. That was to say, not at all. She was quite glad that the boy's mother or nanny or whatever she was came along promptly to collect him. "You're welcome," she said dryly.

  

[Molly Hatchitt]

Molly was too busy admonishing her toddler silently to see that her savior looked less-than-pleased about the rescue. Tristan was very aware of what Molly's I do not approve glare looked like and he cast his eyes downward, knowing he was in for it when they got home.

"I do apologize, he's a little too adventurous for his own good." She looked up at the other woman finally balancing her timed-out toddler on her hip and absently stroking her daughter's hair. It was hard to admit, but most of the time she really needed Gabe to come with them, or at least another set of hands to accompany her, but there were some days that if Molly didn't get out of the house, she would simply lose her marbles.

  

[Hecate Vaisey]

"I see," she said. Children were far too much like cats for her liking, and cats too entitled by far. She really just wanted to go about her day, but Hecate wasn't sure she was going to be allowed to just go off. She raised an eyebrow. "Twins?"

Twins. She suppressed a shudder. Ugh. She was actually quite glad that there were no twins in the Lestrange household. Miss Seneca was bad enough, and she thankfully was off to Hogwarts.