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A Familiar Stirring
Petunia watched her out of the corner of her eye. Hestia danced around the kitchen, cooking up a storm. She moved elegantly, fluidly, and Petunia felt a familiar stirring of jealousy. She watched as Hestia cast spells at pots and pans, guiding them to do her bidding.
She wanted that. She'd always wanted that.
…
She didn't know when the jealousy had turned to admiration. She couldn't pinpoint a specific moment. She just knew that when she looked at Hestia now, it was with a want that was nothing to do with the woman's magic.
Hestia was so strong and beautiful. Her bone structure was perfect, her cheekbones prominent and proud. Her eyes were bright and Petunia lived for the few moments in the day that she could look into them as the two of them exchanged a few words.
…
Hestia treated Petunia with indifference and Petunia hated it. Oh, the witch was never rude, no, she was perfectly polite in their interactions, but Petunia thought that that just made it worse. Petunia almost wanted to argue with the other woman, if only to have her look at her with anything other than indifference.
Petunia wanted to see Hestia's eyes filled with fire, with passion, with something. Anything but the distant, uncaring gaze that she wore on a daily basis.
…
Petunia woke, breathless and shocked.
She hadn't had such a dream… ever. Certainly not about another woman. Vernon lay next to her in the bed, his back to her, his snoring drilling into her mind until she had to leave the bed. He was oblivious to her plight, which was probably for the best since Petunia had just had the best orgasm in memory from a dream about a woman.
Staring into the mirror in the small bathroom, Petunia scowled at herself.
She had to get a grip.
…
Dedalus broke the news with a sob in his voice and tear stains on his cheeks.
Hestia was dead.
Petunia stared into the flames, ignoring her husband and son twittering about their safety now that one of their guards had been murdered.
A single tear fell down her cheek.
Written for;
Character Appreciation - 10. Oblivious
Showtime - 36. Indifference
Amber's Attic - HestiaPetunia