Post by Rister Graas S6 on May 1, 2020 8:34:20 GMT -5
“Hello, Layla,” Cleo greets, her voice even as if there was nothing surprising or strange to finding a girl tucked into an impossibly tight ball underneath one of dimly-lit wall-lamps in the hallway. And to be fair, it really wasn’t. Kris and Cleo had six kids of their own – plus any number of guests and extended family, at least from the Graas side of the family – all of whom had had nightmares occasionally. Kris and Cleo themselves had had nightmares. Nor was it all that surprising to see this particular kid having a rough time sleeping either. She might not know all the details, but Cleo knew enough to have a general idea of what the girl had gone through in her life so far. But the family took plenty of things in their stride – none of his six kids, nor Cleo or Kris themselves for that matter had any issues with either keeping up a one-sided dialogue-monologue or being quiet when finding that they had a little blonde shadow – and they all liked Layla.
“Ah, did your lamp break?” Cleo asked, taking in the lack of a glow of light from underneath Layla’s door with a brief glance. It should have been easy fix for any of the house-elves, but then a terrified child waking in the middle of the night would hardly think to call one. Besides this was hardly the time to point that out, so Cleo simply carried on. “Which reminds me that I have been meaning to ask whether you’d like some of my light-crystals instead of – or as well as – the lamp?” Cleo asked with a fond smile directed at the small tear-streaked face even as she held out a hand to the girl, “I don’t like sleeping in the dark, but I prefer the crystals to a lamp. They’re less likely to burn out or break and I find the light cosier. Or maybe I’m just used to the crystals, because I used to always have one next to my pillow back when I was in Hogwarts. Kris doesn’t care either way – he was blind for years and while he can now see in grey-scale, he can sleep just as well whether the light is on or off. Do you want to come and see? And perhaps we can also have a cup of hot chocolate as I wouldn’t like some company also. I never sleep well when Kris isn’t here.” And Kris was late in returning from his meeting – which he had thought he might be -, but which had led to Cleo stalking the halls and checking in on all the kids in the first place.
True to word there was a steaming pot of hot chocolate with two mugs and a generous selection of small dainty cakes on a small end-table set between two deep armchairs, a floor-lamp already lit next to it, waiting in Cleo’s and Kris’ bedroom. “Come, have some,” Cleo invited, shrugging off the shawl she had pulled around her shoulders over her bright red satins pyjamas for her walk and pouring the hot chocolate into both of the mugs and heaping the whipped cream on top, before curling up in one of the armchairs with a contented sigh and tucking her legs underneath herself while wrapping her hands around the mug. As an after-thought she also waved a hand to have the bowl of crystals emitting a glow of light float over as well. “Feel free to have a look. I have plenty of these, if you’d like some to try out. I do try to set them out on a windowsill on most days so they catch some sun, but they’re fine even if you miss a day or two,” she explained with an easy shrug. “You’re welcome to stay here for the rest of the night,” the offer came just as freely when the hot chocolate had been drunk and the cakes eaten and sleep actually started to weigh their eyes closed. Cleo stretched lazily before heading to the large four-poster bed dominating the bedroom, wordlessly offering Layla a warm quilt to curl up in should she want to.
Nor was Kris particularly surprised or bothered by their visitor as he arrived, brushing the fine sheen of rain from his hair. Tilting his head in greeting to Layla with a tiny quirk of his lipcorner, Kris made a beeline to the bathroom door to take a quick hot shower, before returning to the bedroom dressed in a pair of long black trousers that he often slept in. “Sweet dreams,” he murmured to Layla as he slipped into bed, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist as Cleo snuggled closer to him in her sleep with a small sigh.
Despite being the last to bed Kris was the first to wake, slipping out of bed again on quiet feet a bit before dawn. Cleo did open an eye with a mild grumble, but then she was used to her husband’s early starts, so she just rolled over to burrow into the warm spot and tugging the blanket more firmly around her before slipping back to sleep, while Kris padded to the bathroom. Layla had woken as well when he stepped out, earning her another tilt of his head. “Coming with me?” Kris asked absently as a small blonde shadow looked set to follow him out, grabbing the shawl Cleo had used last night in passing and dropping in on Layla’s head while absently ruffling the pale tresses, “Take that with you then. The mornings can have a bite to them.” Opening the bedroom door, Kris afforded both of his malamutes a pat on the head as they rose from where they had been sleeping in the Kris’ and Cleo’s private sitting room. The dogs were certainly also pleased to lap up the attention Layla afforded them as well, the large dogs bracketing the girl from either side and not even whimpering when Kris told them to stay with Layla as he himself set out for his every morning walk around the castle to relay another circle of the protection charm as he did every morning. Even if stay obviously hadn’t meant sit Kris thought with an amused quirk of his lip-corner as he rounded the corner on the end stretch of his morning rounds to find Layla smushed between the animals giving the girl a thorough tongue-bath in between nudging her with their heads for more petting while their tails were wagging as fast as they could.
“Breakfast,” Kris said with amusement clinging to his voice, tapping on Layla on the head and clicking his tongue at the dogs to have them back off a step while a small whine, “And yes, I know you and Cleo had chocolate and cake at some ridiculous hour of the night, but it’s morning now and breakfast is compulsory in this castle. As such you have to have at least one savoury sandwich. Or a tomato. Not a cherry tomato, but a normal one. I will accept a normal tomato for the savoury requirement.” Nor was Kris particularly surprised when three pleading pairs of eyes turned his way once they reached the dining room and the buffet laid out. “Two pieces of something – and make them do a trick or at least sit for you before you give them a treat,” Kris allowed with a tiny shake of his head. Maybe he was getting soft.
“Ah, did your lamp break?” Cleo asked, taking in the lack of a glow of light from underneath Layla’s door with a brief glance. It should have been easy fix for any of the house-elves, but then a terrified child waking in the middle of the night would hardly think to call one. Besides this was hardly the time to point that out, so Cleo simply carried on. “Which reminds me that I have been meaning to ask whether you’d like some of my light-crystals instead of – or as well as – the lamp?” Cleo asked with a fond smile directed at the small tear-streaked face even as she held out a hand to the girl, “I don’t like sleeping in the dark, but I prefer the crystals to a lamp. They’re less likely to burn out or break and I find the light cosier. Or maybe I’m just used to the crystals, because I used to always have one next to my pillow back when I was in Hogwarts. Kris doesn’t care either way – he was blind for years and while he can now see in grey-scale, he can sleep just as well whether the light is on or off. Do you want to come and see? And perhaps we can also have a cup of hot chocolate as I wouldn’t like some company also. I never sleep well when Kris isn’t here.” And Kris was late in returning from his meeting – which he had thought he might be -, but which had led to Cleo stalking the halls and checking in on all the kids in the first place.
True to word there was a steaming pot of hot chocolate with two mugs and a generous selection of small dainty cakes on a small end-table set between two deep armchairs, a floor-lamp already lit next to it, waiting in Cleo’s and Kris’ bedroom. “Come, have some,” Cleo invited, shrugging off the shawl she had pulled around her shoulders over her bright red satins pyjamas for her walk and pouring the hot chocolate into both of the mugs and heaping the whipped cream on top, before curling up in one of the armchairs with a contented sigh and tucking her legs underneath herself while wrapping her hands around the mug. As an after-thought she also waved a hand to have the bowl of crystals emitting a glow of light float over as well. “Feel free to have a look. I have plenty of these, if you’d like some to try out. I do try to set them out on a windowsill on most days so they catch some sun, but they’re fine even if you miss a day or two,” she explained with an easy shrug. “You’re welcome to stay here for the rest of the night,” the offer came just as freely when the hot chocolate had been drunk and the cakes eaten and sleep actually started to weigh their eyes closed. Cleo stretched lazily before heading to the large four-poster bed dominating the bedroom, wordlessly offering Layla a warm quilt to curl up in should she want to.
Nor was Kris particularly surprised or bothered by their visitor as he arrived, brushing the fine sheen of rain from his hair. Tilting his head in greeting to Layla with a tiny quirk of his lipcorner, Kris made a beeline to the bathroom door to take a quick hot shower, before returning to the bedroom dressed in a pair of long black trousers that he often slept in. “Sweet dreams,” he murmured to Layla as he slipped into bed, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist as Cleo snuggled closer to him in her sleep with a small sigh.
Despite being the last to bed Kris was the first to wake, slipping out of bed again on quiet feet a bit before dawn. Cleo did open an eye with a mild grumble, but then she was used to her husband’s early starts, so she just rolled over to burrow into the warm spot and tugging the blanket more firmly around her before slipping back to sleep, while Kris padded to the bathroom. Layla had woken as well when he stepped out, earning her another tilt of his head. “Coming with me?” Kris asked absently as a small blonde shadow looked set to follow him out, grabbing the shawl Cleo had used last night in passing and dropping in on Layla’s head while absently ruffling the pale tresses, “Take that with you then. The mornings can have a bite to them.” Opening the bedroom door, Kris afforded both of his malamutes a pat on the head as they rose from where they had been sleeping in the Kris’ and Cleo’s private sitting room. The dogs were certainly also pleased to lap up the attention Layla afforded them as well, the large dogs bracketing the girl from either side and not even whimpering when Kris told them to stay with Layla as he himself set out for his every morning walk around the castle to relay another circle of the protection charm as he did every morning. Even if stay obviously hadn’t meant sit Kris thought with an amused quirk of his lip-corner as he rounded the corner on the end stretch of his morning rounds to find Layla smushed between the animals giving the girl a thorough tongue-bath in between nudging her with their heads for more petting while their tails were wagging as fast as they could.
“Breakfast,” Kris said with amusement clinging to his voice, tapping on Layla on the head and clicking his tongue at the dogs to have them back off a step while a small whine, “And yes, I know you and Cleo had chocolate and cake at some ridiculous hour of the night, but it’s morning now and breakfast is compulsory in this castle. As such you have to have at least one savoury sandwich. Or a tomato. Not a cherry tomato, but a normal one. I will accept a normal tomato for the savoury requirement.” Nor was Kris particularly surprised when three pleading pairs of eyes turned his way once they reached the dining room and the buffet laid out. “Two pieces of something – and make them do a trick or at least sit for you before you give them a treat,” Kris allowed with a tiny shake of his head. Maybe he was getting soft.