With all of the pictures around her, Millie didn’t think that she’d be able to choose between them. Eventually she had a feeling she’d settle on a dozen or so, no doubt closer to twenty than twelve, and Bridget would humour her much to Kieran’s dismay; and yes, they would go up somewhere. She was sure he’d get her back in some small way. There were plenty more bizarre photographs of Millie and Elliot about and eventually they’d surface when they went into London to have look through the safe, the lock boxes and the storage garage. It was a biscuit tin, if she remembered rightly, where they were all splayed out. Seamus had always been meaning to get a few photograph albums for the pictures to go into but as with many of his intentions they hadn’t quite panned out.
The blonde took the side of her mother-in-law when Bridget chided Kieran gently and she fixed him with a half-bemused, half-serious expression that warned that dire circumstances would succeed any endeavour of him to do it. It was a healthy home that had pictures everywhere, Millie felt. It suggested activity, it meant love. Thankfully, she could say that her own home had more than a few pictures but it was nostalgia, most of it. Pictures of Dumbledore’s Army and the like. Then there were the school pictures of them. Ones from when they were little. They’d all been framed. Where on earth had they ended up?
Millie set down the photograph of her and her father on the beach – it must have been Brighton or Bournemouth from what felt like a millennia ago – and took the ones that Elliot had charmed. Her eyes lit up as she watched the two images come together. It was over before it had even began and Millie looked to Elliot again. The man chuckled and waved his wand once more, setting the photographs into motion. He even tapped the one of them in the kitchen and Seamus tossed them into the air, somehow madly managing to juggle them and Kieran altogether without dropping anyone.
When Kieran began to speak, both Finnigans froze. Elliot’s eyes found Millie’s but she shook her head: this was of their volition, not her press. Sobering himself enough, Elliot flung his hand at the cat, flipping Lucius on the nose for his meddling. The cat hissed in response and snuggled closer to Kieran. Manipulative though the little ball of fluff was, part of Elliot was half-pleased but the other was entirely mortified and he wanted somehow to play it off – convince them that he didn’t need them to be so charitable.
Elliot opened his mouth to protest but the words didn’t come and he ducked his head a little.
“Were you not going to ask for any help?” Millie asked gently.
Elliot groaned, his fingers thrumming through his hair as he looked up at his sister hesitantly.
“I wasn’t going to actually tell you,” he admitted readily, seeing no sense in lying to her. “So, no.”
Millie blinked, suddenly lost for words, wondering as to his intentions. What would happen when Millie reluctantly had to get into contact with her mother, had to explain that she was pregnant, that Lavender was going to be a grandmother? What then? Was Elliot going to say anything then, when it was too late? She knew her relationship with her mother had long gone past salvageable, the wedding day being the only time when she’d come close to rekindling her affinity with the woman. There was no hope of that, though. This she knew.
“You don’t have to keep me,” Elliot began, taking Bridget’s hands. “Millie is your family now. I am not going to burden you with my presence unnecessarily. So, if I stay, which I would like to very much, then I will pay rent and take responsibility for myself. I will not let you keep me without giving something back to you, Bridget. I have a feeling you would let me but I can’t do that to you and your family. You are good people, far too good for sense, I think.”
“You thought you could work it out on your own, didn’t you?” Millie realised.
Colour rose in Elliot’s cheeks and he ducked his head again guiltily before looking up at Millie once more, his eyes breezing furtively between the three people – and the cat – who were fixing him with expressions made up with equal parts of disbelief, empathy and concern.
“You know how to be on your own.” Elliot spoke steadily. “You know and you were doing it for a lot longer than I ever envisaged myself doing so. We were thirteen, weren’t we, when you first walked out after rowing with mum. It was February half term, do you remember, and you didn’t even come back for your birthday. Merlin knows where you went but from then on you were on your own. You could do it so I didn’t see why …why I couldn’t be, too.”
Millie arched an eyebrow at her brother. It had always been clear as day who the smarter twin was. She was the eldest but by no means the most intelligent. Elliot was the all-rounder, the one who could do anything he set his mind to. Her talents were few but potent, she supposed, but she was lacking in many areas where he was far superior to her. Though she saw now who had been gifted with an almost Slytherin sense of self-preservation. Her brother was ridiculously smart, this she knew, and it was that which made her wonder how he could be so stupid.
“You are an idiot, you know that, don’t you?” She burst out despairingly. “God, Elliot… I walked out because that option was better than staying. She loved you. I couldn’t stand to be in a room with her. D-dad… he … he didn’t make that better but that wasn’t his fault. I had to go. It was stupid and impulsive and I didn’t do it for the best reasons but it’s over and done with. You know better than to try and be like me.”
“It seemed like a decent idea at the time. I mean… I am old enough to take care of myself.” He protested.
“Being old enough to take care of yourself also means you should be old enough to concede when you need help.” She placed her hand on Kieran’s leg and looked at him briefly as she continued to speak. “I need someone behind me. I need someone to tell me when I’m wrong or pick me up when I’m hurt. You need that too.”
Elliot chuckled. “My sister, when did she get so wise?” He smirked and shook his head, patting Millie on the hand. “I shall try not to be so foolish then, eh?”
“No, you will do it.” She corrected him, picking up one of the photographs. “Otherwise I’ll hex you so you’re this big again and you won’t have a choice in the matter at all!”
It would be alright. In the end. Of that she was sure. Though, she couldn't deny the slight feeling that something else was waiting, lurking in the shadows to trip them all up. No amount of Elliot being less foolish or she more practical or Kieran more affectionate could prevent that, she suspected. No, something was waiting, but what she didn't quite know yet.