At just seven days shy of being half way through her pregnancy, Athena Goyle was beginning to grow somewhat anxious yet she was brimming with excitement that she could barely conceal. Two days prior to the arrival of her best friend, in a fit of sudden inspiration, Athena had enlarged the rooms in the upper quarter of the house so that she could then begin to renovate one of the many spare bedrooms into a nursery. She knew that something was no doubt being done at the manor – both Kendall’s and hers – but she wanted something more intimate. She wasn’t going to bring up her boys in an ostentatious house where you hadn’t the foggiest where anyone was. Athena had hated that aspect of her childhood. No, she wanted them right by her side at all times – which meant she needed a smaller home. She knew that she would not spend forever in the house she had taken residence in now (in fact, she had every intention of leaving once they were born) but she wanted it to be comfortable for them before she made her decision on where it was they were going to go. Athena knew one thing, though: they weren’t living in a cold manor. She absolutely refused.
When Mira arrived, Athena found it slightly bizarre considering the person she had upstairs doing the nursery. She felt it bizarre that she could source him at all considering the high powered profession she now kept but sure enough, Elijah Krum had turned up at nine o’clock that morning with a newspaper under his arm and a briefcase stained with paint filled with everything he’d need to get the room ready for carpeting and furnishing. And now, even as his wife-to-be and his friend sat in the kitchen, he was there working diligently to ensure that the boys had the best nursery possible, not quite realising that Athena intended to procure him again for the nursery when they moved to somewhere even more idyllic and even more peaceful than the home she already resided in.
Taking a sip of her tea, Athena shook her head at Mira, a small smirk coming across her features and a scarlet tinge rising to her cheeks. Her spare hand came to rest over her stomach and she tapped idly on the surface of it through the maxi dress she wore. A few nudges returned her probing and Athena’s smirk broke into an absent minded smile as she set the teacup down and leaned back in her chair, her legs stretching out underneath the table as she did so.
“You have no idea how proud of himself he is.” Athena rolled her eyes dramatically. “He keeps banging on about it too: ‘Hey, hey Thea...you know what I did?’” Athena scoffed and shook her head, mentally imagining Kendall as a bug and then being able to squish him like she so desperately wanted to. “Anyway, this disaster was pre-Hawaii. Not that it’s a disaster but, you know what I mean. He’s just so smug. I want to stab him in the eye with my wand.” Athena motioned her intention and smiled despite herself. “But Hawaii was cut short. His bastard Uncle or someone, Merlin knows who, told Raghnall where we were and we were forced to go back. Now that was a disaster. Everyone seemed to come out of the woodwork so they could sit there and bicker about what was going to happen to me, well, us. Thankfully it worked in our favour but even so...it was mad. I hadn’t seen my grandmother in years up until that point. Now I can’t get rid of her. Anyway, enough about me. How was Paris?”