*grins maniacally* No excuses besides trying to wrestle these characters to behave. So please ignore the banging, rattling, chain wrapped trunk in the back. Now for this announcement - no monetary exchange is being conducted on this FANFIC!-
Three years later Pollença, Spain
Linnea watches her granddaughters play in the muggle waiting room. The girls were mirrors of one another, dressed in summer colors of pastel yellow and orange, soft curly ponytails and smiles. Born with abounded dark curls, cinnamon skin, and light blue eyes Tyra and Eydís were striking children. Many would want their beauty added to their families. However, once Tyra's affliction was known she would be shunned. Linnea sigh as she took in her surroundings, this could be Tyra's one chance in finding a cure or possible treatment outside the magical world. Thorfinn may erupt but she was determined to give her grandbabies any and all possible treatment. After making several indiscreet inquiries she found within this ancient rural town, a clinic ran by an old Squib line may be able to help.
She would not fail in this. If needed she would tear the world down, Thorfinn would just have to hide the bodies. Just across from the adult chairs, the corner is filled with toys, child-size tables and chairs with a matching bookcase filled to the brim with books. Such a simple concept to keep children busy as they waited to be seen by the doctor. One she knew would never exist in the magical world.
The clinic could be easily found the eastern end of the Serra de Tramuntana, tucked between two hills, away from the more known tourist spots. She could blame it on the mild weather, pleasant atmosphere and warm people. The children's magic seemed to mellow just enough for her to catch her breath and they watched all that was around them.
She didn't know what to expect, as she barely ventured outside the wizarding world. Admittingly she anticipated a hovel with dirty instruments and ignorant callus underlings instead of a simple two-story terra-cotta colored building with a tall red, black and white ornamental iron gate with the clinic's name embossed in black. She felt old protective wards just pass the archway leading to a courtyard. Each side houses a medical office complete with a second-floor adjoining terrace with ornate screen doors of wood and glass with assigned numbers within its design.
Entering the waiting area, a woman in a blue uniform and an easy smile calls her attention, "Mrs. Dahl? Thank you for coming. My name is Irati, please follow me I will take you to Examination room 2."
Gathering the children Lienne gave a quick prayer to Eir for a favorable outcome. Following the young woman through a short hallway into a small strange room. Shortly she dismisses the strange chaise lounge with a floor scale, her attention was diverted to the walls painted walls. It was meant to sooth with large puffy clouds, frolicking fairies and dragons playing hide and seek. Placing both girls on the lounge corner, the woman stood next to the build-in cabinetry and sink looking at the folder asking questions of the children.
From the corner of Lienne's eye, something moved, and the girls begin to giggle and clap. Looking over her shoulder, her lips parted.
Was that an Antiodean Opaleyes and Swedish Short-Snout?
The door opens, a tall woman with russet skin and tawny eyes speaks to the nurse before looking at the children. Then looks to Lienne, with her hand out in greetings speaks in a crisp English accent, "Hello, I am Dr. Hermione Icaza. What brings you in today?"
Near the outskirts of Córdoba, Spain
Sitting on the veranda, Thorfinn finishes reading the local paper ignoring the drama unfolding within the house. In a loud obnoxious moment Suren, announces she was leaving. Her bags were already packed, resting at the front door. A lumbering thrall was waiting for her at the door, her lover's name and face escaped him it was inconsequential anyway.
Sipping his coffee and nibbling on Tappa, Thorfinn rolls his eyes as she shrieks. Guess those anti-theft spells his so many times' grandmother, placed on the jewels works.
Hmm, the strawberries are extra tart just like he likes them.
Spain has been rather good for him and his family. Warm weather, good land and minimal backlash from his stupidity of being caught on the losing side of the war. Really how do you extract yourself from the sight of an unstable megalomaniac?
You don't. Especially when the 'Dark Lord' stops asking and starting demanding payment in blood. Like many Thorfinn bought into the concept of Muggles are dangerous to their society. What he didn't buy into is they needed to be eradicated. Going after women and children weren't how any pure-blood male was raised. Strategic attacks his ass, he has seen what the lowest pieces of shits did in the name of protecting their way of life. Supposed aristocrats creating chaos, eroding traditions and getting the most deprived urge off.
His eyes were really opened when he saw a map of 'Muggle' cities. The population in the fucking billions, as for their numbers were only in the mere hundreds of thousands.
Even if the Death Eaters were able to get rid of the muggles. Then who do you rule over?
More crashes and yelling unladylike words were heard as Thorfinn finally decided to stop the theatrics. Looking at the wall clock his mother would be back soon with the girls and he was in the mood to take them to see the horses.
Walking into the foyer, his soon to be ex-wife glares as she huffs in a mid-tantrum. "I was promised jewels and I demand them now, Thorfinn." Ignoring her he walks halfway up the stairs to the second floor, then changes his mind, leaning against the banister. He knew what he looked like, menacing. Early in his life, his father taught him to use both his body and voice to get exactly what he wanted. "You are a stupid woman, Suran. Don't get me wrong it takes many years in most marriages to come to an accord. During said this time you have your lover, paramour, side piece however you name it away from the family. On the other side of town, tucked away to be used as needed. Discreetly."
With the look of indifference, as Suran raged, Thorfinn threw the lumbering thrall a sack. "Here, that should take care of the." Pausing "Trash"
Suran's eyes widen as the pieces fall into place.
She wasn't as clever as she thought.