Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 12, 2020 23:36:59 GMT -5
It was tempting to drink.
Chase wanted to forget, and it was so tempting to lose himself in a bottle of firewhiskey that he'd had the house-elf remove all alcohol from the house, down to wine and cooking sherry. Not that he really wanted to drink cooking sherry, or that he'd ever struggled with alcoholism before, but life right now was insanity and the thought had come to him too many times. His pregnant wife had disappeared with so many others, leaving him with Letha and a house-elf in a house that reminded him of Carolynn at every turn.
His wife had an eye for beauty and so she'd decorated everything but his study. He'd slept there one night, and spent another night at school in the Headmaster's office, before he'd had the elf clear a guest room and put in serviceable, comfortable furnishings that Carolynn had not chosen.
He hadn't wiped out any other traces of her. Their bedroom was to be kept clean and in perfect order should she return. The nursery and crib were to be ready at all times. He couldn't face Letha at first, but he needed the comfort of family almost as much as the child did. He was a more active parent when he was home now.
He was so busy, though. Parents wanted answers. Muggle-borns and half-bloods were pulled from school, professors were missing, and, as some Muggle king had said, the buck stops here.
Hogwarts hadn't closed during either wizarding war, however, and it wasn't closing now.
Classes were smaller, and some professors were teaching more than one subject. They'd do what they could with what they had, dammit. Keeping busy, and keeping temptation out of reach, were all that kept him going.
Chase wanted to forget, and it was so tempting to lose himself in a bottle of firewhiskey that he'd had the house-elf remove all alcohol from the house, down to wine and cooking sherry. Not that he really wanted to drink cooking sherry, or that he'd ever struggled with alcoholism before, but life right now was insanity and the thought had come to him too many times. His pregnant wife had disappeared with so many others, leaving him with Letha and a house-elf in a house that reminded him of Carolynn at every turn.
His wife had an eye for beauty and so she'd decorated everything but his study. He'd slept there one night, and spent another night at school in the Headmaster's office, before he'd had the elf clear a guest room and put in serviceable, comfortable furnishings that Carolynn had not chosen.
He hadn't wiped out any other traces of her. Their bedroom was to be kept clean and in perfect order should she return. The nursery and crib were to be ready at all times. He couldn't face Letha at first, but he needed the comfort of family almost as much as the child did. He was a more active parent when he was home now.
He was so busy, though. Parents wanted answers. Muggle-borns and half-bloods were pulled from school, professors were missing, and, as some Muggle king had said, the buck stops here.
Hogwarts hadn't closed during either wizarding war, however, and it wasn't closing now.
Classes were smaller, and some professors were teaching more than one subject. They'd do what they could with what they had, dammit. Keeping busy, and keeping temptation out of reach, were all that kept him going.