She first saw her at Platform 93/4. Her red hair was flying out of a bun as she wrapped her arms around her children. She looked happy. That was an emotion Millicent had never experienced, not genuinely. Not yet.
Adultery is always a tricky thing. How do you explain the long absences, the smell of another person on your skin? It's even harder when you are having an affair with someone young enough to be your child. And when that someone is another woman, that is another story altogether.
Millicent would skip her classes every second day. She didn't care if she was held back a year. Nothing mattered except her red-haired love. It's hard to believe that she has a daughter and a son whom Milli goes to school with. She can't stand either of them, especially Ron. At least Ginny is pretty.
Every second day, the Burrow was always empty except for Molly. Milli would walk in unannounced & sneak up behind Molly, covering her eyes with her hands. "Guess who?"
It doesn't matter the logistics of it. How it started, how it went, how it ended. All that matters is that it happened. There was a time in life when everything was good. Age didn't matter, marriage didn't matter, children didn't matter. All that mattered was two women, arms and legs tangled between blankets.
Molly taught Millicent how to cook. Milli never threw out the recipe box that Molly gave her when she turned 21. It is filled with Weasley secrets. Things that a Bulstrode shouldn't have. But she does, and she treasures it.
All things come to an end. Even still, Milli wasn't prepared for it.
A snapshot of a snapshot: Millicent is standing on a cliff at the ocean. Her hair is greying and her eyes are tired and sad. In her hand is a picture of Molly. She is beaming, holding up her cherry red oven mitts and waving to the camera. She is saying hello to love.
Adultery is always a tricky thing. How do you explain the long absences, the smell of another person on your skin? It's even harder when you are having an affair with someone young enough to be your child. And when that someone is another woman, that is another story altogether.
Millicent would skip her classes every second day. She didn't care if she was held back a year. Nothing mattered except her red-haired love. It's hard to believe that she has a daughter and a son whom Milli goes to school with. She can't stand either of them, especially Ron. At least Ginny is pretty.
Every second day, the Burrow was always empty except for Molly. Milli would walk in unannounced & sneak up behind Molly, covering her eyes with her hands. "Guess who?"
It doesn't matter the logistics of it. How it started, how it went, how it ended. All that matters is that it happened. There was a time in life when everything was good. Age didn't matter, marriage didn't matter, children didn't matter. All that mattered was two women, arms and legs tangled between blankets.
Molly taught Millicent how to cook. Milli never threw out the recipe box that Molly gave her when she turned 21. It is filled with Weasley secrets. Things that a Bulstrode shouldn't have. But she does, and she treasures it.
All things come to an end. Even still, Milli wasn't prepared for it.
A snapshot of a snapshot: Millicent is standing on a cliff at the ocean. Her hair is greying and her eyes are tired and sad. In her hand is a picture of Molly. She is beaming, holding up her cherry red oven mitts and waving to the camera. She is saying hello to love.