It was just after eleven and Angie was done packing. Everything was in it's place, everthing was ready to go.
She'd fallen asleep with Miles beside her, in his bed. For a while she just lay there thinking, her mind wandering, her thoughts everywhere. Instead of waking him up though Angie let him sleep and when it came time to leave she didn't really want to make him come now.
He probably didn't want to anyways. ( Note left on the spare bedroom's bed.Collapse )
Making her way down the stairs she decided not to floo. Angie wanted to think a little longer about things so she left from the front door.
Two or three hours later she showed up outside the familiar house, the familiar door, the familiar street. She just stared at it unable to move forward or back, to make a decision of what she wanted.
"Mum?" Angie stepped through the door.
"Angelina?" Her mother was at the top of the stairs and came down. "Where have you been?! I've sent you owls, and talked to the Weasleys, where did you go!? Who were you with? Angelina-"
"I'm okay." Angie said with a smile as her mom started to spazz a bit. She wasn't pleased but seemed glad Angie was home.
The two sat down and talked. Angie didn't really know what to tell her so she started with the basics. Where she'd been, who with. What she was doing.
"I know why you left." Her mother finally said. "Because of your father."
"Mum, we don't have to-"
"Yes, Angelina we do."
The two grew silent.
"I didn't want you to see that side of him."
"You knew?"It didn't sound accusing and Angie was surprized of herself. She'd expected to be a little more upset.
"If I had ever thought he would hit you..." Caroline took a deep breath. "The police told me his death was an accident and that he died outside of Hogsmeade." Angie stiffened, her eyes looking down to the floor right away.
"It's not true is it."
Angie shook her head.
"Mommy please," Angie rarely called her that anymore. Mum was normal, but Mommy?
"Angel hunny, I need to know what happened."
Slowly Angelina nodded and started to talk.