Location: Greengrass Manor Date: February 1st, 1979 Closed starter w/ @fitzgreengrass
It was hard, some days, to watch their father bury himself and give Adelaide little more than a list of meetings he wanted her to take for him and a few grunts of acknowledgment. It had hit her harder that day than it had been in more recent memory. She could feel her fingers shake minutely as she clutched the parchment and the tears prick at her eyes as she explained the week’s events and notable things she and her siblings had done -all positive, some complete fiction- and received nods and ‘that’s nice, sweetie’ in response.
There came a point where there was just no point to remain in the room, and Adelaide would quietly leave to nestle down somewhere and process how she was feeling. Today it had been a little corner of the house she was sure no one really lurked in, with a leather couch for her to bunker down in. A house elf was summoned and quickly got what Adelaide required of it; the best scotch in the house, a blanket, some books, and a charcuterie and cheese board so she didn’t have to leave for any real reason. The eldest Greengrass, once alone with her self and her feelings, could feel the pricking at her eyes get much worse than she wanted them to as silvery tears lazily drifted down her cheeks. It was not open sobbing but just the release of everything she was feeling.
At least it had been until she heard the floorboards creak. Cheeks were swept clear of the evidence of her facade cracking and she quickly found a full glass of scotch to drink halfway before seeing who was there at the door to her little escape. “Fitz? Did you need something?” No hint in her voice of how her heart felt so squeezed, good. She looked over her shoulder at her little brother. “Don’t just stand there, please. It’s not like this is Father’s study and you have to wait to be allowed to move.”
