Iris Nott (nee Selwyn)

“Just needed a change.” Gianna shrugged, her smile fading somewhat. “There was nothing left for me there.”

Iris nodded. “I get that. So you like it here, then?”

“Right upstairs.” She nodded her head toward the staircase at the back. “Sometimes it’s a little too close.”

“Ah. What brought you here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, no, they’ve been perfect, don’t worry about it.”

“Good. I know they can be a handful. Especially when they’re together.”

“I’m glad,” she replied. “They’re progressing well.”

“I hope they haven’t been too much trouble.”

“The wedding rehearsal?” Daisy wasn’t having any trouble with the idea. While her own parents weren’t so far into pureblood ideology that they had arranged a marriage for her, but several of her friends parents had. She’d never seen the result of it though. “Wow, that’s something else.” Daisy responded, not sure she could say anything. “Do you at least get along with each other?”

The question made Iris stop and think. It wasn’t something she had really thought about before. Did they get along? “I guess,” Iris shrugged. “We don’t yell at each other or anything.”

“Just get in the damn car, we’re going shopping.”

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“Are you planning on bringing the girls with us? Cause I can’t find a babysitter at the drop of a hat you know.”

“You fell through the ice?” He asked incredulously. She had to have been incredibly lucky. “Wow. I didn’t know that.” He thought about the other things that he might not know about his wife. “I think the coldest I’ve ever been was the family trip to Russia we took. But I still loathe the cold.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know,” said Iris, simply. “You went to Russia? How old were you?”

“Your children are doing fine in practices, I promise,” Hope said. “Soon they’ll be adorable little figure skaters.”

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“Glad to hear it. Ice skating seems to be all the girls can talk about these days.”

“That sounds lovely.” Cypress responded immediately following his wives lead to wherever that was. “When were you this cold before?” He found himself surprisingly interested in the answer.

“At Hogwarts. Just before Christmas during my fifth year. A couple of friends and I thought that the lake was sufficiently frozen enough to go ice skating on. We were wrong. The ice broke and I feel through. My friends managed to get me out. Needless to say, I was very cold. Even more cold than this.” 

My ships: Iris & Cypress Nott

Marriage to Cypress was not something Iris chose, but rather something her parents chose for her. Angry and upset, Iris was at first determined to hate him. He was her husband in name only, nothing more. But drunken nights often ended with them in the same bed and two daughters were the result. Maybe it’s seeing Cypress as a father that has softened her heart, but soften it has. Even more than she is willing to admit. Could it be possible that she is actually falling in love with her own husband?

Dear Iris,

Your father’s work requires him to be in Elkhorn for a few days after Christmas. I will be coming with him. We will be at your house at 6 on the evening of the 27th for dinner. See you then.

Your mother

Iris stared at the letter, letting it sink in. Her parents were coming. Her parents were coming for dinner. Her mother hadn’t even asked if they could come. Just we are coming. Typical. It was just like her parents to demand something rather than ask for it. 

Then it hit her. On the evening of the 27th...the 27th! That’s today! Iris jumped to her feet, groaning. There was so much to be done. The house was still a mess from Christmas. She had no groceries. She didn’t even have the slightest idea of what she was going to make. 

She quickly decided on a meal, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote out a list of things to buy. “Girls!” she called to her daughters. “We’re going to the grocery store!” She quickly made sure they were dressed before collecting her purse and rushing out the door with the girls.

The rest of the day was spent in a mad rush. Between getting the groceries, cleaning the house, and cooking, Iris was exhausted, but she had to keep going. She couldn’t stop now. She madly putting together a nice dessert when she heard Cypress come home from work.