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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12
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Originally Posted by kayquilz An oddly timed summer apparition...test. Though, to be fair, summer itself wasn't an odd time for apparition stuff to happen for those who were not yet old enough when it happened at Hogwarts. Regardless, Lynley had heard from Vickers that it'd be happening today, and the department head wanted to be here.
There was only...a slight setback.
Wyatt had not entirely liked the idea of staying with her parents. She had never seen a kid latched onto his mother so tightly before in her LIFE and she certainly hadn't expected the child's grasp to be so...damn tight!
So she had brought her son. She hoped no one would make too big a deal, she would feel funny and she knew Wyatt wouldn't like it, but here she was, holding her son on her hip as she checked in with the receptionist before looking over at him. "You doing okay, little man?" she asked in a whisper. Everything was entirely very big and very intimidating. The 3 year old took the Ministry with avid curiosity, not for one second loosening his hold. A part of him wanted to know where every door led and how far the lift went. It was easier to appreciate things when he was no longer under the impression he'd be left at some point.
By now the memory of the disaster that morning had been was neatly tucked away at the back of his mind. Wyatt was no longer plagued with the image of that house and the people he was meant to be left with. All his focus went into this new environment and the occasional passerby who said hello to him. By the third one, he'd even begun saying hello back and by the fifth Teddy was adding his own greeting as the little boy settled into a more relaxed state.
Wyatt gave a small nod of his head in response to her question but his eyes never left the receptionist. The caution was slowly returning. She wasn't trying to leave him HERE, was she? To be sure it was clear he wasn't having it, the boy tightened his grip around her, squishing himself close. He was NOT having it.
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