~ooO Support : Augusta Longbottom Ooo~
Dame Augusta Longbottom had seen a lot, done a lot, lost a lot in her long life and she had just about been settled and ready to pass on. Yes she had lost her son and daughter-in-law and most of her family, but her grandson had grown up strong and true, a real Longbottom, and it had been a huge relief. He had been so timid and uncertain in his younger years. But now Augusta knew he could survive, even thrive, if she happened to keel over. And she had been pretty content and certain there was nothing else left to do, to wait for. Then this happened. The First True Magical Monarch in centuries.
Now Augusta knew she was not ready to pass quietly into the night. If the Grim Reaper ever showed his face around he'd have a big fight if he wanted to reap her soul. The Longbottom Matriarch had too much to do, too much to see, too much to fight for, too much to look forward to. She was not ready to die. Not any time soon.
Hermione Slytherin had asked for a Longbottom to be her advisor, and Head of Protocol. And Augusta Longbottom had accepted. It would take months to train the new Queen and years to train her grandson in the Old Ways and Protocols. And even after Neville took over the day-to-day responsibilities Augusta would still have to watch and supervise, to ensure there were no slip-ups an opponent of her new queen could potentially use against her regime.
No, Augusta Longbottom was not ready to die anytime soon. She made a mental note to go see her Healer and actually start taking those nasty potions he had recommended for improving her health and to increase her vitality. She was no spring chicken but she would need the energy of one to live through the up coming years.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~