With an armload of French children's books balanced on one hip, almost the last of her own collection that Jack had yet to devour, Regan appeared in the entryway of Percy's new row-house and started for the stairs. He was still at the Archives, she imagined, and Jack at school, but she was restless sitting at White Chapel with Tess off with Gwen, ( Read more... )

Still feeling as though any venture into nonobjective, remotely emotional territory was akin to skipping outdoors into a scouring typhoon, Regan found herself at a loss, alone with her thoughts now that Tess had been taken off for her bedtime story with 'the J-man'. She'd been astir even before the cascading shocks of the weekend, and it was ( Read more... )

It was quieter, today, and Tess was glad. Noise and commotion were all right, to her, but all of it yesterday, almost, had been crying, and that was no fun at all. Mummy and Regan had been upset, and they still were, though she didn't understand why they should be, but there was not the same sort of heavy, unhappy feeling today, and that was ( Read more... )

Her pace down the long corridor to the lobby was deliberately slow, and despite trying to give herself the time to readjust, Regan still felt dazed when she stepped out into the posh sitting area, really no more noisy than the entry wing had been. Motion in her field of vision drew her focus to Gwen, Tess half-asleep on her shoulder, rising and ( Read more... )

She knew Gwen had spoken to the staff at Waverly; the bustle of people around them, just outside the aegis of calm that her sister exuded, had of course demanded attention, but Regan remembered little of it. The important piece was that her brother wished to see her; had, in fact, sent a number of nurses and a healer fleeing from his rooms at the ( Read more... )

When she'd left Tristan at Waverly, he'd been capably handling the doctors. Gwen had been worried at first, but she shouldn't have been; he was back, his mind was there, and though he was muted a bit yet, the power of his person still shone through now that he was in command of himself.

It still unbalanced her, that he was actually there. His ( Read more... )

Twirling happily - but carefully - about, delighted with the weak sun filtering through the skylight in the gorgeous library in the attic of Percy's new home, Regan reached out to run a fingertip along one sleek wooden shelf, her face bright and open. "It's beautiful, Percy. The best room in the house, though the rest is lovely as well ( Read more... )

Rose let herself into White Chapel quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up. She had a feeling Gwen was already up, probably Auror man as well, but she hoped Regan was still asleep. Heels held in her hand, she padded up the stairs towards Regan's room on bare feet.

Wincing as she pushed open the door, she was glad that the curtains were pulled closed ( Read more... )

Throwing the newest issue of Quidditch World Weekly down on the bed, a frustrated sigh passing her lips, Rose jumped to her feet, a pique of wayward energy thrumming through her body. The house was quiet, Gwen and Auror-man having taken Tess out for a run with Teddy, and she'd found herself unable to really accept the silence that floated in Regan' ( Read more... )

Regan didn't have to say it again. Gwen knew she was pacing ( Read more... )