Rookwoods bred the products of inbreeding. Goyles bred talent and Athena would maintain until her dying breath that her sons’ abilities to turn her hair this colour and that, her skin blotchy shades of purple and make her eyelashes fall out and re-grown moments later simply with a few tugs of her hair came from her side of the family. All Kendall ever gave her was, fair enough, yes, the boys, but also no doubt certain scrawniness and a terrible femininity that wouldn’t help them when it came to their teenage desire to be the biggest, the best and the most talented of their peers. They wouldn’t achieve that by being scrawny, pretty boys. There was something quite robust about both boys, though, something that promised them as powerhouses in all things.
Augustus liked blue, she’d discovered quickly. Archie by comparison enjoyed various shades of purple and orange and though the two seemed to have no correlation, having had his wicked way he would sit back and laugh, satisfied by the work of art that he’d turned his mother into. She, of course, had no choice but to comply if it meant that the boys remained amused and high spirited. Their magic would sputter soon after and make them drowsy - the pair having been too adventurous for their little bodies and magical cores to take - and they’d snuggle down for something to drink and a snooze before waking up brand new and as harassing as they’d been when they’d left her a few hours later.
Her boys were interesting little creatures and, seemingly, good judges of character. They’d made their disdain known for the great-uncle a few days after their birth and Athena had revelled in it. Archie’s immediate affinity with Albus, he who had shown most fervently his distaste towards Thaddeus, meant something and as he bobbed in Albus’s lap, interested in everything that was going on around him as well as the hand around him, keeping him secure, Athena could see why. That very arm tossed around her son in a casual, almost well-trained manner was what made Archie trust. But even before that, he had no fear of Albus, of falling off of his lap; and neither did he feel the need to throw himself off just to test. No, he felt safe, and that was important - of the highest importance to Athena.
A sound that the young, newly blue-haired woman had not been expecting tossed her from her reverie, shattering the thoughts around her like glass.
Athena felt a smile strain at her cheeks and despite herself she let her lips lift. Then, she felt a laugh of her own slip past, skirting out into the air oddly musical despite the usual sardonic guffaw that she was used to - that and the horrendously embarrassing giggle-snorts. This was light and airy, something she would’ve spent hours practising in the mirror at Hogwarts or at home. Now, though, she didn’t really have cause to laugh as she was constantly trying to amuse the children. To do so, even just for a moment, made her feel breathless and lighter.
“I think I’ve been wanting to for nearly a year now,” she admitted, tipping her head to the side for a moment before dropping her eyes back down to her meal, busying her hands with it as she bounced Augustus on her knees.
Cecilia pulled a little on her hair as she tried to read Albus, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sides before deciding that he was in fact telling the truth - though she couldn’t for the life of her ascertain why he’d like such a pair of socks. Still, to him, being a boy, well...man...man-thing...man-boy-thing... anyway! To him, pink ones with bunnies must’ve been weird. But she was a little girl! That made sense!
“I don’t like green,” Cecilia complained balefully before stabbing a chip with her fork.
Athena couldn’t help herself. She snorted derisively and shook her head as she lifted a piece of Parma ham onto the cheese-slathered bread in her hand. Aurelia and Cecilia’s eyes found her immediately and Athena looked up, her smirk slow and easy on her lips.
“How on earth are you going to last seven years in a green and silver wonderland then, hmmm?” She teased - feeling for the barest of moments like a big sister....or how she imagined one must’ve felt like - instead of a mother.
“I’m brave!” Cecilia insisted stubbornly. “I can face it!”
Athena shook her head again and gestured for the girl to focus on her meal. Cecilia complied without further conversation but from where she left off, Aurelia picked up, suddenly finding her voice once her sister’s had died away beside her.
“Have you ever met my brother, Mr Albus?” Aurelia asked slowly, straightening up. For all the world, in that moment she looked like her mother. Tall, long of neck and utterly regal. Her eyes were particular and calculating, probing and interested in his response. Her fingers played slowly on the stems of her cutlery and her hair bobbed around her head in the light breeze drifting in through the window beside their table. If she’d just been blonde...it would’ve been Cordelia come again and Athena could’ve - would’ve - keeled over. But no, Cordelia was gone - a fact they were all too painfully aware of.
“We were at school together, Aurelia.” Athena interjected with a keen smile. Aurelia nodded in response, lowering her eyes and considering her fish for a moment before lifting her head once more, her lips parting with another question.
“Or...or my uncles. Uncle Thaddeus is not particularly...”
Kind, Athena wanted to cut in.
Soul-bearing. Loving. Family-orientated. A man of worth ... but she didn’t. She kept schtum.
“...right,” Aurelia settled finally. “For such...trivialities.”
Athena winced, as though pain had shot up her spine. Aurelia’s words mirrored her own in a heartbreaking manner that left Athena’s apatite suddenly much left to be desired. She was a little girl. She shouldn’t have been resigned to such facts - however true they might’ve been. The other brothers wouldn’t have volunteered either, too busy trying to squeeze sons out of their wives. Augustus....he would’ve needed to detox a week in advance before he was right to go anywhere other than to bed with the Avery girl. No, there was no one else. No one but Athena left to care. Even Elijah and Jude, kind and caring though they both were towards Rookwoods, simply weren’t interested in such, well, indeed, trivialities.
Dropping the bread onto her plate, Athena set her knife down and sat back, her arms winding around Gus protectively, as though somehow the feeling of him against her, warm in her grasp, would somehow soothe her aching heart.
“Aurelia...”
Words failed Athena before she could so much as summon them and she found herself looking to Albus for help. She was a sinking ship and the iceberg had ripped out a hell of a lot more than a hole in the side of her - try the whole lower half. Now there was nothing left.
What had she done to protect them from their family after all? Nothing. She’d failed them. She’d failed all four of them and, most importantly, she’d failed Cordelia, for whom she’d done it all ... in the hope that her girls wouldn’t share that fate an Athena’s sons wouldn’t cause it in others.
But she’d failed.
- Spoiler:
This is how I felt when Aurelia said what she said: