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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
Malia wouldn't be so forward as to claim she wants to wrap Etta up in bubble wrap and hold her hostage in the confinements of their home, but... well, that's not too far off from the reality of her feelings. With Etta having been feeling ill these past few days, Malia has come to dread the fast-approaching start of the new term. She's filled with pride towards her wife, of all she has achieved and still has left to do as Deputy Headmistress, but that doesn't change the fact that she's fretting over the possible complications of what she's hoping is just a crappy cold with weird symptoms, exacerbated by their return to campus. What if she's still sick come mid-August, when they return to Hogwarts? She'll need rest, fluids, food — who knows what else. Merlin, and that's if it's a cold. It hasn't even occurred to her it could be anything more innocent than that. (The opposite, really.) It's probably something Etta caught at St. Mungo's during the appointment for — "Oh, Merlin," she mutters suddenly, pausing her current endeavors to chop up some chives for the soup she plans to prepare. They'll probably have to reschedule the next appointment if her current condition persists. Crap. "Gonna have to call Kaia," she continues, mumbling under her breath so to not disturb Etta, who she's only about 95% sure is still napping in the living room.
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta was in and out of consciousness, had been for an hour. She was already on the verge of feeling like she wasn't going to be able to hold anything down and moving around wasn't helping anything. It's why she requested soup in the first place. If she hadn't seen how worried Malia was, Etta might have shaken her head at even the suggestion of food, so she asked for something light. The only reason she didn't jump to the conclusion that she may or may not be pregnant and the appointment had been a success was that this was nothing at all how she felt when she was first pregnant. She had cravings for any type of food she could get her hands on and didn't even go near the negative symptoms. So she argued it probably was just a cold that she caught somewhere. Bad timing, something like that. Not that she had the energy to give a lot of thought to anything the past few days. However, she wasn't going to sleep the whole day away and she didn't think she was going to fall back asleep any time soon, so she dragged herself off the couch to drag herself into the kitchen, just in time to catch what her wife (!!!) had said. "Why? I thought we didn't give Eleni this address." Eleni had joked that she was going to come bother them after the election for a few weeks and Etta was only seventy percent sure she was saying it to only get under their skin.
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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
The realization that Etta is awake brings a small smile to Malia's face, but immediately following it is the realization that she's up and walking, which Malia is very, very opposed to. "I — hey, come on now," she complains immediately, lips dipping into a frown. She sets the knife down in the sink now that she's done with it, washing her hands with some soap and rinsing it all out shortly after just so she doesn't get the love of her life dirty when she inevitably wraps her arms around her. In her very carefully put-together defense, her wife is ill, and frankly, Malia is fully capable of ( and very willing to ) carrying her to their bedroom if she has to. This — hugging her, giving her tired body some kind of comfort — is the very least she can do. "Did you really have to get up?" she queries, sighing. "What do you need, ángelos?"
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta blinked over at the ingredients, automatically thinking about where she can start helping out. Even somewhat groggy, her brain jerks away at the thought of not helping, sleeping as her partn–Etta clenched her jaw. No, she didn't like being under the weather. Her mind was slow, too slow, and was struggling to keep up with everything. Such as her partner being Malia and not, well, Bjorne. Malia wouldn't have even considered to fault her for sleeping, Etta knew that. Of course she did. "Ang-" she began but then stopped, realising her mistake. Her first thought was Malia suddenly speaking Italian, not Greek. Then she remembered–they basically had the same word. In her defence, she didn't go anywhere near those languages, only Danish and English because she had to know English. Anything she did know, she'd picked up on from people she knew from those countries (such as her wife). Etta decided she was going delirious. She wasn't really sure how long she had been sleeping, but she thinks she might have overslept to the point where she was still exhausted. "I had to get up sometime," she responded after a moment, running through every cheesy response she could make to what do you need?. Which, really, boiled down to you. She was wearing an oversized jumper (it was, of course, Malia's that she'd thrown on without even thinking about) and the sleeves easily hung over her hands so she was pushing them up every other second. "Water, please," she eventually said before shifting her body so her hand could go up to Malia's collar to drag tug her down so she could kiss her lips. Hopefully, whatever she had was not contagious.
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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
"It doesn't mean I have to like or endorse it," she grumbles, clinging onto childish petulance even as her words become muffled by Etta's lips on hers. When she pulls away a few seconds later, her eyebrows pinch together and a small smile finds her face. "How can something that fits me so well be so big on you? I'm not even the tallest person in my family," she mentions, eying the width and length of the jumper Etta is wearing with amusement. "Water f— oh," More kisses. Y'know, Malia's really never get tired of this (or used to it, if she's being frank). Sometimes she wakes up and still finds it hard to believe they found their way back to each other — even if it all started off with Malia wanting to sue her and the rest of the staff with whom she now works. "Se agapó," she enunciates slowly, another smile briefly overtaking her features just before she leans in and captures Etta's lips in another soft kiss. Her fingers thread through Etta's hair, cupping the sides of her neck, thumbs stroking her cheeks gently as she presses a second, third and fourth kiss to her lips. "More than you could ever know."
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta stared down at the jumper before back at her, unsure how to describe how giant most people above the height of 5'5 are to her. Plus, she didn't exactly have the muscle that packed Malia. No–it was always a given that if Etta wore anything that wasn't hers, it was going to look huge on her. She almost asked who Malia thought was tall, by her standards. But she'd seen people reach seven foot. She'd rather not do it to herself. Etta took the glass of water with a thankful smile, but torn away from taking a sip by Malia's lips. It wasn't until her stomach practically folded in on itself as it churned that she pushed Malia away. She'd ask for the divorce papers herself if she ended up being sick on Malia. "I love you too but I think I'm going to sit down," She said before she headed straight to one of the stools beside the kitchen counter and drank nearly all the water in one go. "I think...I think I'm going to have to take a pregnancy test." It was an option, wasn't it? This could be morning sickness. "Or go see Kaia."
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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
"A pregnancy test," she repeats, brow furrowing. Why is she — oh. Oh. Realization dawns, settling on her face as a shocked expression. How did she not think of that sooner? "I hadn't even considered that," she admits. "Between the elopement and worrying over next semester, I didn't even think —" Malia pauses. Voting had happened yesterday; it was a bit too late for them to consider the implications of having a newborn while Etta was Headmistress and Malia was Head of House. Her mind is already racing, dealing with thoughts and plans and logistics of their potential new addition. She's not supposed to get ahead of herself and jinx it, but she's nervous now, and she needs to keep her mind busy somehow to not dwell on the possibility that it could just be a cold or the flu or something. "I bought like three a few weeks ago." Malia pauses again, pursing her lips as her cheeks redden slightly. "Don't ask. Do you want to... I don't know, do that now?"
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta didn't even know what she was going to do if she was pregnant. Push it through it all somehow. Doctor appointments, barely getting out of a chair. Honestly, it was a headache until she got the results. No point in stressing over something that could not even come true. "You...you bought a pregnancy test. Three of them," Etta repeated, sounding confused but she shrugged it off. She wasn't going to shoot a blessing. "Yes. Yes, I think it's probably best to do it now. Or else we're both going to be nervous wrecks," she said, realising she was once again going to have to get up again. It's fine, that's fine, Etta can push through. She finished the water and slipped off the stool back onto the ground. "Where'd you put them?" She wasn't going to acknowledge a potentially positive result yet. It would be a happy event, of course it would be, but Etta still couldn't get rid of her own anxieties.
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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
"It's... a long story," she lies, shrugging. What else is she going to say? The truth? Besides, Etta seems perfectly accepting of her vague response, which is sufficient for Malia. When she confirms she's doing it now, Malia nods, mustering a small smile. "I put them in the basket with the other toiletries in our bathroom, I believe." Feeling an uncomfortably familiar flutter in her stomach, Malia purses her lips for a moment. She's tempted to keep cooking for her mind's sake, but her priority right now is — like it has been for the past few months — Etta and her wellbeing. "Do you want me to come up with you?"
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta hesitated, mulling over the question. Does she want Malia there? Yes. Does she need Malia there? No. It's not as if Etta was going to a doctor's appointment by herself and looking at her wife, she got the impression that Malia didn't really want her to say yes. She wouldn't have asked otherwise. "No, no, I can do it," Etta said, squeezing Malia's hand. "You stay here. I'll be back in a moment." What's the worst thing that was going to happen? She faints after finding a positive result? Etta highly doubted it would happen. No, Etta can perfectly manage to do a pregnancy test on her own. So with one final squeeze of Malia's hand, Etta walked out of the kitchen, heading straight to their bathroom. Thankfully, the cottage was only one story so there wasn't any stairs she had to deal with. She rifled through the basket until she found what she was looking for.
She was initially planning to take it into the kitchen as she waited for the lines to appear (whether it be one or two) but she ended up spacing out in the bathroom as her eyes settled on the small screen. It was suddenly very, very real. They could be adding onto their family in a short, short few months. They'd have so much to do, so much to prepare, on top of everything else. It was like her rib cage was shrinking, contracting, and squeezing her heart and lungs. Gripping onto the bench, one of her nails cracked, as she focussed on her own breathing. It felt like hours passed until the screen changed. Two red lines. One was faint, but it was definitely there. Her heart skipped a beat. She was pregnant. Despite her anxiety, a smile blossomed onto her face. She was pregnant–with Malia's and her's child. This was good. It was good–it was the best thing in the world.
Walking back into the kitchen, she headed straight to Malia, knowing full well she'd have heard Etta coming down (there was no way Etta could dream of surprising Malia, not after raising the triplets), and tilted onto her toes, so she could press her lips against Malia's cheek and whisper that she was pregnant, praying that Malia reacts well. She knows, objectively, there was no reason for Malia to react badly. But her own anxiety, her own anxious self overthinking everyone, found herself worrying that maybe the other woman had begun to have second doubts. She had no grounds for this, but when did anxiety listen to logic?
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gryffindor alum — head of slytherin, charms professor
[ AGE ] thirty-seven. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] professor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.
Malia feels a bit relieved. The psychology behind her emotions truly isn't at all complicated or nefarious; at her very core, she just doesn't want to get her hopes up any more than she already has. Motherhood has always been a very delicate subject for her considering her tumultuous history with the only other woman she's ever had children with. A small part of her is scared history will repeat itself with Etta, but it's not like its this overwhelmingly scary, overpowering demon that she'll need therapy to tackle. Communicating with her wife comes naturally to Malia, and ultimately, she knows she can rely on her support just as confidently as she knows Etta can rely on hers. No matter the result Etta faces upstairs, this is something she can and will work through by her side. A little more reassured now that she's somewhat talked herself down from the edge of the cliff, she smiles at Etta reassuringly just before she heads upstairs. "Have fun!" Personally, Malia would be horrible at taking a pregnancy test. Having to pee on a stick? She'd overthink it and miss the mark.
The entire time Etta spends upstairs, Malia is finishing up the meal food she had been preparing, but her movements are slow and sluggish, and she's got a faraway look in her eyes. She's lost in her thoughts, but works mechanically, moving around her kitchen expertly to find the plates and utensils. This is it. She could be having another kid in as short as nine months, and that's - woah, that's terrifying. Wonderful and amazing and exciting, but oh so terrifying, knowing she's only ever had female ( from what she knows, at least ) multiples. If she has another two or three Zoes, Malia might actually not survive the next eighteen years. Though, she will say, raising her girls has been by far one of the greatest privileges she has ever and will ever have. It's hard work, yes, and sometimes she just wants to throw them off the Astronomy Tower, but she's done a good job so far, if you ask her. She's really mulling over the girls' recent accomplishments — Iliana's new job, Zenia's internship, so on and so forth — when she abruptly lifts her head, hearing the faint sound of Etta's approaching footsteps.
"Καλως ορισες πισω —" she starts, but shuts up as soon as she realizes Etta is walking straight towards her. Her brow furrows slightly, confusion and concern apparent on her face as it clicks that Etta isn't really being visually expressive. "Did it come back neg..." Oh. Malia pauses, the words drying up in her throat. Holy shit. Instinctively, Malia lets go of the spoon she had been holding, wrapping her arms around Etta's body. When it really clicks inside her brain and that warm, fuzzy feeling inside her spread, her face absolutely lights up. The tiny noise she makes — a squeal, you could probably call it — is very out of character, but in her excitement, she can't bring herself to care. She showers Etta's face with kisses instead: her nose, cheeks, temples, forehead, jawline, all the way back to her lips, against which she smiles again, swallowing a mirthful laugh as she instead murmurs reverently once, twice and thrice again — "I love you." She'll say it as many times as she has to and wants. When her face splits into another big grin, she bends her knees slightly, picking Etta up off the floor just high enough to give her a very gentle swirl. "Tak fordi du bragte mig hjem."
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Headmistress • The Danish puzzler
[ AGE ] 35. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Headmistress. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.
Etta all but melted when Malia began to spoil her with her lips and she scrunched her nose as she was all but sure that she'd be covered in lipstick. Not that she would have minded. Etta laughed as Malia began to twirl her, not one with her chest, a quiet one. Her hands were on Malia's shoulders, holding on as tight as she could. She was already beginning to feel her own paranoia building. Not a lot. A small seed. One that would probably grow over the next nine months, especially when her stomach would begin to show. Safety, keeping herself away from any possible risk. Maybe even isolate herself to her house, classroom, and office. Could never be too safe. However-she trusted Malia to not drop her that she didn't start running for the hills. "I love you too," she said, as Malia spoke in Danish. Etta wasn't really sure if she could fall in love any more than she already has but somehow she managed it. Call her biased, but Danish sounded better on Malia's tongue than Greek did. Not that she would ever broach that topic to Malia. "I love you." She repeated, in all but a whisper. "Vores familie er det bedste, der nogensinde er sket for mig." With that, Etta kissed Malia herself, on the lips, cheek, and then the tip of her nose. "We're going to need to book an appointment with Kaia," she said, suddenly thinking back to what Malia said before. It seemed like a lifetime ago at this point but Etta would hate it if it ended up being a false positive. Etta was already starting to make a list of everything they'd have to do to get ready for the baby. Well..."you don't think it'll be another set of triplets, do you?" Etta was starting to conclude she might just listen to Malia and what she did with her other children. Her previous pregnancy wasn't exactly a good one, to say the least. She doesn't know where to start in terms of getting ready for a child.
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