I told you I couldn't make it through November without updating. Love y'all too much! (Plus, I'm way ahead of my word count goal for today so I'm rewarding myself!)
Because life gets in the way sometimes...
Albus was torn. He was so happy. Wasn't he supposed to be so happy? But now that he'd arrived here, he didn't feel quite the same way anymore.
He held a picture. A redheaded toddler ran around it, chasing a pair of legs.
"Her name's Ginevra," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't come to tell you about her earlier. I've been… busy."
Suddenly, Albus started to shake, and dry sobs emerged from his mouth.
"I just… I wish you could see her! She looks just like Mum. You would love her."
Albus felt a little better when he left.
I don't like this one as much. I don't think the 100-word rule worked well with it...
Correction from last chapter: Al was actually 36. And in this chapter, it is 2046 and Albus is 40. Don't criticize me for my math skills please :)
Let me know what you think!
~writergal24