New group home

Another one of my own since the request list is once again empty. Based around the idea of little Emma being sent to a new group home in Maine run by one Mary Margaret Blanchard. Hope people don't mind me messing around with timelines a bit for this!

Guest: Again, I can't see Snow reacting like that. I'm beginning to get the feeling you're the same person who requested the restaurant scenario in the last batch. I do not like writing Snowing negatively. I will not write things where I feel there is no situation in which they'd act like that.

JRocks: On the whole, I write what I'm asked to write. That pretty much sums it up for me.

Regina had never minded Mary Margaret's little group home before. In fact, she had positively encouraged her to quit her job at the elementary school to start caring for the children of Storybrooke without parents. The mayor seemed to enjoy taunting Mary Margaret over how unfortunate it was that she had never found a decent man and could never have any children of her own. How she supposed these children were a good substitute. Yes, Mary Margaret thought it would be nice to have a significant other in her life, but she never thought of these children as substitutes for biological children of her own. She just thought of them as children who needed a loving home, and she could provide that. Regina's compliancy towards Mary Margaret's fostering all changed when the first outside case was brought to her. A two year old girl called Emma. Having looked over her case file, Mary Margaret took her in without a second thought. She would be the youngest out of her little brood by three years, but that didn't bother Mary Margaret. It would give her and Emma some time to get to know each other whilst the others were at school.

When Regina found out that Emma would be arriving in Storybrooke in days, she suddenly decided she had been too complacent with the paperwork for Mary Margaret's fostering license. But despite making everything as difficult as possible, Mary Margaret passed every test the mayor put in front of her. Emma Swan arrived in Storybrooke, and Mary Margaret was there to show her where she would now be living.

Mary Margaret could see the poor little thing was still awful shocked after her social worker left. She wasn't surprised, this was a pretty big adjustment for her. She hadn't long turned two, but her size and stature would leave an average onlooker to think she might only be around eighteen months. She was a petite little thing. Mary Margaret felt heart sorry for her. She watched from the doorway as the other children played. They tried to include Emma, as Mary Margaret had instructed them, but she was too shy. She instead sat on the corner of the couch with her baby blanket (which her social worker had informed Mary Margaret she was rather attached to) under her arm and her thumb in her mouth. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Mary Margaret had been trying to give her a little space, but she couldn't leave her like this. She came over and picked her up.

"Come on." She said gently, placing the little girl on her hip. She wandered through to the kitchen and sat down on one of the dining chairs with Emma on her lap. "You're alright, sweetheart." Snow promised her. Emma didn't respond in any way. Apparently she was a quiet child. She didn't even cuddle into Mary Margaret, which her now foster mother understood. This was a massive upheaval for such a small child. It was bound to take Emma a while to warm up to her. Mary Margaret just hoped she would do right by the little girl, as she did for the other five children in her care. Mary Margaret didn't play favourites, she never did. But she couldn't help but feel a special connection with Emma, even though they'd only just met. Maybe it was nothing, but Mary Margaret couldn't help but feel there was something in this. Something about Emma was calling to her. She just didn't know what yet.