Written for Charms assignment 2.
She cooks breakfast like normal expect nothing will ever be the way it was but it was either try and act like everything was normal or fall to pieces.
So she makes breakfast, sets the table and hums a tune of a song she heard on the radio. She doesn't know the name of the song or who sang it, but it doesn't matter.
It's been a month since the final battle, a month since her son died and her grief has not lessened in the slightest, but she has begun to learn how to pretend like everything was before the second wizarding war.
While everyone else eats, she keeps herself busy by cleaning. The dirty dishes, the walls, the floor anything that she finds a speck of dirt on.
She never uses magic anymore to clean things because it would get the job done quicker.
Sometimes she thinks that others believe she has gone mad from. grief because how can she try to make everything so like before, but they need the normalcy they just don't know yet.
When she's finished cleaning she folds clothes and then make beds.
Then starts making lunch and after lunch repeats the things she did in the morning all afternoon before making dinner.
It's a boring routine that offers her comfort through the day.
In the evening she knits until she goes to bed, she doesn't sleep well and is out of bed before sunrise repeating the same thing she did the day before.
Everything so perfectly structured, everything clean, safe and normal as it can ever be.
And maybe if she tries hard enough, tells herself this enough, then maybe one day it would be true. Maybe one day everything really would be normal again.