(also oh my gosh I just remembered Rowan is ALIVE in the is au so he gets to be with his grandbaby 😭💗 wish my girls Lyra, Myrtle and Guinevere were here though they would've loved their grandkids too 😔💔)

. . .

Um Paris you can stand to the side and watch I guess 😐

Fr, that would be so sweet 😭

Ambrosius and Meredith throwing little digs at each other while the kids play tags happily in the yard-

[Also the two are probably having tea while it all goes on]

Yeah, Ballister would just be happy to see his baby enjoying himself, especially since he himself had to go through a lonely and cold childhood...

He learns to prioritise being there over gifts and material goods, that kind of deal.

Also- Hell yeah, Rowan is alive 🗣️🔥

He'd spoil his baby grandson beyond imagination, and he'd probably come around a lot to spend time together (and also help the parents a little)

"I wouldn't want to bother you that much, Sir Goldenlea-"

"Ballister, Son, please - I've raised a child all on my own, this is barely any effort"

Yeah - I wish the girls were there too- Ly' and Minerva would have loved their botanist grandbaby :'/

But - I'm certain Rowan makes sure to care and provide love for Hershel as well 🥹

...

Paris is in jail-

[Also - low-key love how Hilda wasn't even mentioned lmao-

What's Oliver's opinion on dinosaurs?

Does Hershel ever think about his grandmothers?

I do not mind at all, I love questions :D 🌟

...I had honestly never thought about it, but really? Yeah, he does have the vibe of a kid who liked dinosaurs!

Ballister and Ambrosius probably bought him a bunch of books and figures - before his obsession shifted to dragons.

Yeah, Nims won this one.

-

He does, he does.

Especially since Meredith sometimes tells him he looks just like grandma Lyra - curly hair, and freckles, and even shyness, and all.

She tells him stories and he thinks they really would have had fun together, and sometimes wonder how it would have been to learn magic with Minerva.

He wonders if she would have been proud of him, if she would have thought he was a good sorcerer.

He occasionally contemplates if there's anything magic can do - but that's the one territory his mother has explicitly forbidden him to explore, and he drops it...

He sometimes imagines talking to them, tho, when he's alone and no one's there to listen.

"Ugh, Grandma, how did you even summon storms when I can't water a plant!"

"Was this really your favourite book, Gran? It's so boring..."

"A friend is

something that the more there is, the better it is.

It's a silence that can turn into a song

Paint, my beloved-

Ok, I'm done, I promise.

Mostly just for reference, so when I draw him I don't change the marks every two seconds-

(So please, if I happen to get 'em wrong, let me know, I need to learn consistency)