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Eostre was attempting to make a pumpkin pie. It felt that time of year and, even though the weather hadn't discernably changed, Eostre could have sworn that she'd smelled autumn in the air on her way to the compound that morning. The twins were slouched in the matching high-chairs that Eostre had managed to talk the tall Scottish kid into and Eostre was singing to herself as she moved around the kitchen.
"Here we sit like birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness...here we sit like birds in the wilderness, waiting for dessert."
She paused in the middle of the kitchen, adjusting the scarf around her hair and rubbing at a smudge of flour on the end of her nose with the back of her hand. Across the hallway, a council meeting was taking place and Eostre was glad not to be there. Let someone else do it for a while.
"See, girls," she said, turning around and gesturing with a sticky wooden spoon. "It's like this, right? Ideas are infectious like...colds. Or itchy feet. Or your father. They get around, is what I'm saying, and, when they get around, they get stuck."
She made a face. She'd been thinking about this for a while, now, ever since telling Remus Lupin that she might like to teach a bit of Comparative Mythology. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her.
She frowned, starting to spoon pie filling into the place. She'd already put one in the oven and it was starting to smell good, like that glimpse of autumn that she'd caught this morning. No wonder she was starting to fell tired, starting to feel the pull of the days.
"Mommy got stuck. In a magical land called San Francisco, very far away from here."
Flo spat up on herself, and Eostre rolled her eyes.
"Yes, thankyou, Flora. I know it's not much of a class just yet."
"Here we sit like birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness...here we sit like birds in the wilderness, waiting for dessert."
She paused in the middle of the kitchen, adjusting the scarf around her hair and rubbing at a smudge of flour on the end of her nose with the back of her hand. Across the hallway, a council meeting was taking place and Eostre was glad not to be there. Let someone else do it for a while.
"See, girls," she said, turning around and gesturing with a sticky wooden spoon. "It's like this, right? Ideas are infectious like...colds. Or itchy feet. Or your father. They get around, is what I'm saying, and, when they get around, they get stuck."
She made a face. She'd been thinking about this for a while, now, ever since telling Remus Lupin that she might like to teach a bit of Comparative Mythology. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her.
She frowned, starting to spoon pie filling into the place. She'd already put one in the oven and it was starting to smell good, like that glimpse of autumn that she'd caught this morning. No wonder she was starting to fell tired, starting to feel the pull of the days.
"Mommy got stuck. In a magical land called San Francisco, very far away from here."
Flo spat up on herself, and Eostre rolled her eyes.
"Yes, thankyou, Flora. I know it's not much of a class just yet."