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17. Wreath
Setting: the home of Norman Carton; Edinburgh, Scotland; Christmas 2108
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Why can’t I do this?! Normandie thought, sighing in frustration. Failed attempts at wreath conjuration littered the table. Some misshapen, some with missing or discolored flowers..
She took a deep breath, aiming her wand. The spell produced an oblong wreath with sparse greenery and white poinsettias
"UGH!!!” Normandie exclaimed, throwing the wreath Transfiguration wasn’t her strong suit! Ironically the person who could help was the person she couldn’t ask. It was supposed to be a surprise!
Norman entered, drawn by his daughter’s cries and a trail of petals and pine needles. “What’s all this?”
Normandie startled. “Hi, Dad! I wanted to make a wreath for you, but I can’t get it right.”
Norman bent so his eyes met hers, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Try again. Visualize your design; don’t think about making it perfect.”
He turned away, When he looked again, he saw a perfectly round evergreen wreath with red poinsettias. That wreath transported his thoughts back to Ilvermorny, when he once conjured a wreath with that exact design for Cherie.
Normandie eyed him with concern, noticing his wistful expression. “Dad?”
Norman smiled. “I love it! It looks just like a wreath I made for your mom.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |