4. [Congratulations! You've been granted one wish! What is it?]
theatrical_muse:: Congratulations! You've been granted one wish! What is it?
It's funny, sometimes. I'll leave work late, come home with the intent to draw a warm bath and put myself to bed promptly there after. When it was just Ronald and me, that was okay - he'd kiss me on the forehead, tell me it was perfectly alright. But now, I find myself standing in the doorway of the room our children share, watching them sleep. Rose sleeps on her side, curled, clutching her teddy bear against her. Hugo lies flat on his stomach, holding onto his pillow. They're so still, serene - often mistaken for tiny, sleeping angels.
If you'd asked me years ago if I was going to have children, then I honestly would have told you no. I'd never given much thought to such matters, never believed I was particularly maternal. And, I also never imagined that I would marry Ronald - well, until about our sixth year in school, because that was about the time that I caught myself wondering what my name would sound like with his surname. Yet, here we are, with this wonderfully amusing, domestic, adult life together. For awhile, it was simply the two of us and our respective work. He's been happy with all he does at the joke shop with George - now he's able to bring little trinkets home to delight and spoil the kids. I started my career with the Ministry of Magic shortly after the war ended, starting in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures where all my hard work in S.P.E.W. was recognized. I've been recently promoted - though, I fought it for some time - to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to work on eradicating oppressive laws that cater solely to the long gone but not forgotten pro-pureblood movement.
We're happy. In our school years, it tended to be up-and-down on that front with Ron and I having some sort of row at the blink of an eye - or, even worse still, when he and Harry would be the ones to have a row and use me like an owl. We also had the war to face, namely Voldemort. We can say his name without fear now, but as I watch my angels sleep, I can't help but wonder if their generation will have their own Voldemort. They're still so young, not near enough to Hogwarts for me to worry, yet I often worry for them. When Rose and Hugo were born, Ron and I held them close, told them they were safe and loved. I want them to always feel that, without any glimmer of doubt; I don't want them to feel threatened or afraid - especially of anyone who looks at them differently based of the supposed purity of blood.
If a deity or fate was kind enough to grant me one wish, then I ask that my Rose and Hugo have all the experiences Ronald and I had while we were growing up - with the good things being even more wonderful and the bad only hurting when absolutely necessary for personal development. I suppose I'm like any still-learning mother - I wish for them to be healthy, happy, safe, and always know their parents love them very much. Ronald doesn't seem to fret as I do; somehow he maintains this unwavering faith in me still. If I could have one more wish, then I would ask that I always be the woman that Ronald sees when he looks at me - I wish to be as wonderful, smart, and strong as he believes me to be.
[OOC: I haven't tried adult!Hermione yet, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Comments? Thoughts? Fire away! Oh, and my vision of adult!Hermione is portrayed by the lovely Emily Deschanel - somehow she absolutely fits, but I thought I'd clarify so as not to confuse anyone. :) ]
It's funny, sometimes. I'll leave work late, come home with the intent to draw a warm bath and put myself to bed promptly there after. When it was just Ronald and me, that was okay - he'd kiss me on the forehead, tell me it was perfectly alright. But now, I find myself standing in the doorway of the room our children share, watching them sleep. Rose sleeps on her side, curled, clutching her teddy bear against her. Hugo lies flat on his stomach, holding onto his pillow. They're so still, serene - often mistaken for tiny, sleeping angels.
If you'd asked me years ago if I was going to have children, then I honestly would have told you no. I'd never given much thought to such matters, never believed I was particularly maternal. And, I also never imagined that I would marry Ronald - well, until about our sixth year in school, because that was about the time that I caught myself wondering what my name would sound like with his surname. Yet, here we are, with this wonderfully amusing, domestic, adult life together. For awhile, it was simply the two of us and our respective work. He's been happy with all he does at the joke shop with George - now he's able to bring little trinkets home to delight and spoil the kids. I started my career with the Ministry of Magic shortly after the war ended, starting in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures where all my hard work in S.P.E.W. was recognized. I've been recently promoted - though, I fought it for some time - to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to work on eradicating oppressive laws that cater solely to the long gone but not forgotten pro-pureblood movement.
We're happy. In our school years, it tended to be up-and-down on that front with Ron and I having some sort of row at the blink of an eye - or, even worse still, when he and Harry would be the ones to have a row and use me like an owl. We also had the war to face, namely Voldemort. We can say his name without fear now, but as I watch my angels sleep, I can't help but wonder if their generation will have their own Voldemort. They're still so young, not near enough to Hogwarts for me to worry, yet I often worry for them. When Rose and Hugo were born, Ron and I held them close, told them they were safe and loved. I want them to always feel that, without any glimmer of doubt; I don't want them to feel threatened or afraid - especially of anyone who looks at them differently based of the supposed purity of blood.
If a deity or fate was kind enough to grant me one wish, then I ask that my Rose and Hugo have all the experiences Ronald and I had while we were growing up - with the good things being even more wonderful and the bad only hurting when absolutely necessary for personal development. I suppose I'm like any still-learning mother - I wish for them to be healthy, happy, safe, and always know their parents love them very much. Ronald doesn't seem to fret as I do; somehow he maintains this unwavering faith in me still. If I could have one more wish, then I would ask that I always be the woman that Ronald sees when he looks at me - I wish to be as wonderful, smart, and strong as he believes me to be.
[OOC: I haven't tried adult!Hermione yet, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Comments? Thoughts? Fire away! Oh, and my vision of adult!Hermione is portrayed by the lovely Emily Deschanel - somehow she absolutely fits, but I thought I'd clarify so as not to confuse anyone. :) ]