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Leo
Sunday was a beautiful day. Far too nice to be indoors. But Bond had been itching for this opportunity all week and when Sunday arrived he found himself at Rooks Manor with take away lunch at noon. He rang the bell and the butler let him in. Bond barely spoke to him- he was only the help.
When Leo emerged, Bond smiled pleasantly.
"I brought food. I thought we could enjoy a bite and keep this relaxed," he said warmly.
When Leo emerged, Bond smiled pleasantly.
"I brought food. I thought we could enjoy a bite and keep this relaxed," he said warmly.
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"And how do you find that balance?" Leo asked, giving Bond his full attention for the first time.
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"You learn, Leo. You learn everything you can. And, one hopes, you've got a touch of the rationality of your bloodline and will know what to do with that knowledge," he said.
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"The rationality of my bloodline? You are aware he slaughtered people, aren't you?" Leo asked, looking concerned.
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Bond looked at him curiously.
"I didn' t mean your father," he said. Bond had been quite fond of Nora. Not friends, but they'd met and he quite respected her philosophy and ambitions.
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"People don't often speak of my mother."
Leo certainly didn't. It hurt too much. She hadn't cared much for motherhood, but in their last years together it had felt like something had changed. Suddenly she wanted to spend time together. They'd started having a morning coffee out on the porch, watching the sun rise.
She'd started looking at him as though she was proud.
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"A shame," Bond said gently. "She was an excellent witch, you know. She was so talented in school."
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"You were in school together?" Leo asked.
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"It seems like so long ago," he said. Then he added, "We weren't friends. We had different interests. But we had classes and I was fond of her."
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"I miss her," Leo admitted quietly.
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Bond was quiet for a long moment as he calculated he wisdom of honesty. Ultimately, it was worth the risk if it could earn Leo's trust.
"I missed my mother terribly when I was your age," he said gently.
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"You lost your mother young?" he asked, glancing over.
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"Younger than you are," he nodded. "At least you're old enough to be independent and not shuffled about. It's never easy, being without your parents. Even if they were despicable, they were still your parents, hmm?""
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"Does it ever stop hurting?" Leo asked after a moment.
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"Eventually," he assured him. "But not for quite some time. Leo, grief takes time. And knowing your father? Your grief is probably quite complicated. I understand," he said as gently as he could.