Trisha Elric was a loving, kind woman. She was sweet, charitable and loyal. But she was not pliable. She could not be walked on - she knew it. Which is why, when Minerva had visited her with a request about the boys, she would not waver in her descision.
"No. I'm staying here, and they're not going anywhere either. Van will come - and he'll take care of the boys when I'm gone."
Minerva sat down at the worn oak table in the kitchen. She glanced down at her wrinkled fingers. "Trisha... Trisha, we need you back. Dumbledore thinks Voldemort will return, and if so, we need you undercover again."
Trisha let out a loud keen, hand coming up to rest at her forehead. "But the boys! I don't need them to know! They are not moving - I don't care if it's with Molly!"
Minerva let her hand dance across the table. She closed her eyes. "We fake your death. That way Van will come and take care of them. He can homeschool them - he's qualified enough."
Trisha sighed. "I just... I don't want my boys involved with this war. I'd send them to Molly, but after hearing that business with Lily and James... no. They're not leaving, and they are NOT going to school. Take them off of your list."
Minerva gave a sigh. Her shoulders heaved. "Well then... since only you, me and Albus know of his innocence, Van can't teach the boys. The only thing is to fake your deaths. This'll be our secret."
Trisha nodded. "Our secret."
A/N: this is set in the "Edward Elric and the Wizarding World" universe. It adds an explanation for why the discussion of Trisha is kept at a minimum. Thanks for reading!