- 17 Jul 2019, 12:41
Waking up next to Emerson wasn't an unusual occurrence, there had been many times where they'd had a bit too much to drink and had passed out on one of their beds together, or where one of them had needed the support of the other and they'd fallen asleep crying on the others shoulder, but since being with Vera, such instances had become less and less common, especially after the kiss happened. Last night was the first time Evelyn and Emerson had shared a bed in over nine months, so of course the French woman had woken in a start at the sight of unruly brown hair covered the pillow next to her. It had taken Emerson waking in alarm herself for Evelyn to realize where she was, what had happened and just who it was she was sharing a bed with. In that 30 second period Evelyn had come to many, many horrible conclusions as to why she hadn't woken next to her wife, and she'd nearly had a panic attack before of them. Emerson had once told her that she had a pretty obvious type; blondes, but truthfully, Evelyn would bed any pretty woman she felt was enough of a challenge. Brunette's included.
Starting her day in such a panic had caused Evelyn to spend the rest of it in terrible mood. She obviously hadn't slept well despite the grounding that Emerson provided, and images of Elaine and Dolores Umbridge had plagued her all night. Her joints were stiff from tensing all night long, and the pillow she'd been using had put an awful crink in neck. She'd barely been able to worry about the fact that she hadn't returned home yesterday after her meet-up with Elaine because she was just looking forward to being in her own bed, in her own home so much that the anxiety she felt was overshadowed by her excitement.
That all changed of course when she looked at the clock and realized she was going to be nearly two hours late home than she had told Vera in her owl. For someone in such a foul mood, the editor had still managed to absorb herself in her work. Gathering up a handful of floo powder took longer than necessary, and she'd nearly stumbled over her own home address when it came time to call it out. When the flames finally engulfed her, Evelyn focused on the bed that was waiting her, and the hugs she'd get from her son when she arrived.
It would be at least a few more hours before she would get to enjoy her bed, but as soon as the fire spat her out onto the hearth, Louis came running. She didn't even get to clean up the mess she had made on the expense shag rug that sat in front of the fireplace before she was nearly bowled over by her son.
"Attention, Louis," She gently scolded him in french before she reached down and took him in her arms. Immediately her nose buried itself in his curls.