The morning was brisk and clean, the air as bitingly unforgiving as ever. Ground fog endeavoured with the desire to meet the earth with the heavens but did little other than succeed in masking the paths and the various appendages one threw in front of their faces in an effort to discern visibility. Which was, for the record, nothing. The grass was slick with dew and the trees that had retained their leaves hung limply beneath the lingering cloud. Those that had not stood erect and proud, valiant against the chill of the morning but they too showed signs of adherence to defeat. It was a morning that had yet to come into itself. It was still, in many respects, dusk.
The previous night had been spent toiling through paper work and the long hours had left Elijah Krum somewhat downtrodden and miserable. Surely by now, you would have thought he’d be used to it but evidently not. The young man had yet to really get used to working once the lights outside his office had gone out. His remained on but that gave him no motivation. In the end he had returned home, desiring to escape the office all together, lulled into contentment by the notion that the following day, this day in fact, would be his day off.
The plans were very simple: I lay in, late breakfast and little else with, perhaps, a visit to his godsons.
That particular morning had required him to be up early though, to attend to his own tiresome sprogs. He allowed Mira the pleasure of slumber, choosing against bothering her, and set about going in search of Thierry and Fauve’s whose voices echoed and made sleep a trial. He found them bickering amongst themselves in Fauve’s room, over a toy or something of the like. Elijah set them off in the direction of Stelladora and the kitchen and the pair immediately seemed better and more contented.
A short walk down the hall took him to the nursery where Cepheus and Caelum were wriggling in their swaddling, their eyes large and open to greet the day. Being so young, Elijah was slightly hesitant to take them on at first but once they were home with papers signed, he was as content as they were in the early mornings, kicking their arms and legs around. Just over a year old, they were beginning to also get frighteningly curious and anything they couldn’t reach would be with a little twinge of the nose or a flap of the arm. Wizards; and mischievous ones at that.
Leaning over the crib, Elijah helped Cepheus into a sitting position and immediately, the boy became interested in the toys that were at the bottom of his bed, allowing Elijah the time to pluck Caelum up out of his crib. Then, with Caelum in hand, he lifted Cepheus up, stuffed animal in tow. Then, the three boys made their way downstairs into the kitchen where Fauve and Thierry were tucking into breakfast. The twins were then subsequently taken off of Elijah’s hands and he settled down at the head of the table where there he finally began to drink his coffee as he perused the Daily Prophet for any worthwhile anecdotes.
And now, he could rest. Ahhh..
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