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 Birthday, Mickey / Artemisia
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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 06:27 PM
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A swan perched atop one of the spectator stands towers surrounding the pitch where the Gryffindor team had been practicing for what was probably around two hours. It felt like it had been going on for a lot longer though, but it wasn’t because Artemisia was necessarily bored with the game. To be fair, she was still struggling to follow what was going on exactly with all the different bludgers and quaffles flying hither and dither, and then there was that golden snitch too, and it was really quite a challange to pay attention to everything all at once. But what the rest of the players did was of little significance anyway since she only really had her eyes on the goalkeeper and what was going on around him. But she was just very eager for the practice to be over.

The day had finally come and Artemisia couldn’t be more thrilled. Of course she could have waited for a Hogsmeade weekend to see her son but the anticipation and the excitement that had been building up inside her for the past few weeks leading up to his birthday left little room for patience. Besides, the notion that a school should have any right to dictate when she would be allowed to be with her son was simply preposterous and not something to which she was going to abide. She wanted to see her son and she wanted to do it now, and nothing was going to stop her.

Once the last player had left the field and only Mickey remained did she leave her spot atop the tower, and she disappeared behind the stands. A moment later she reappeared in her true shape, striding out onto the large grass field. She didn’t call out to him but rather stood there waiting for him to see her, which she figured he would do eventually.


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It had been a great practice and Mickey told his team so as soon as they had all touched ground and dismounted. "I'll let you know when we get the pitch next." He told them. Even though they all knew that a bit of slacking wouldn't matter much they practised as much as they would any other year. Mickey was glad they were all so willing and like him seemed to have joined the team for the enjoyment of the game as much as the competition.

"I'll tidy up." He shouldn't need to say it since he always tidied the equipment away himself. It wasn't a multiple person job and Mickey quite enjoyed the peace of the empty stadium... sometimes he even got back on his broom or brought out the football he'd kept in his locker for years. He'd first encountered the muggle sport at primary school and he had fallen instantly in love with the game. It may not be quite as good or exciting as Quidditch but it wasn't as far off as one would think.

Soon, when the team had cleared out Mickey quickly caught the first bludger that whizzed his way and wrestled it into the open trunk. While he waited the more sluggish bludger he quickly put the quaffle away before taking the snitch the seeker had caught from his pocket. He put it away and strapped it in before finally hearing the late bludgers approach. It was almost a dud, it's magic seeping away through the years but, as slow as it usually was the damn thing could put on a burst of speed out of nowhere. Which is exactly what it done but Mickey was ready and well versed in dealing with this particular ball. He jumped forward at just the right moment. The bludger hit his padded stomach and he fell on top of it. Within seconds it joined its mate strapped into the trunk.

It was after he'd slammed the trunk round and turned for his usual look around the empty stands that he spotted his mother. As much as it confused him to see her standing there on the pitch his face lit with a delighted smile. "Mum!" The word was thrown out in his moment of surprise and Mickey found himself not regretting it one bit. As fast as it had happened he trusted the woman who had once left him. Though he had come to realise that maybe he'd never trust her not to leave again it was enough to trust that she would come back.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned as he crossed the space between them. "How?" He had to ask. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of charm that stopped adults who weren't staff crossing the boundaries?

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Artemisia watched with pride as well as some apprehension as Mickey put away the quidditch equipment. She had seen him handle the bludgers many times before but she seemed to never be quite able to overlook their purpose. It was part of the game of course but she still wanted very much to incinerate the bloody things.
Once secured in the trunk though, she found herself more at ease and she allowed her hands which seemed to have curled into claws to relax.
She’d put the incident with Pavon far into the back of her mind and had thought very little of it since, determined to not allow the boy’s insolence to taint her relationship with her son nor let it affect her feelings towards whether Mickey called her mother or not. She thought it wouldn’t matter so much to her but then to hear him actually say it meant more to her than she could have imagined.

Smiling affectionately at him as he approached she replied, "Hello, my sweet." Her smile morphed into a more sly smirk at his second question which she dismissed with a slight wave of her hand. "I have my ways...”
It didn’t occurred to her that perhaps she was committing some parental faux pas by showing up unannounced in such a manner. But to be fair, that wouldn’t have stopped her anyway.
“You don’t mind, do you? I suppose I should have waited for one of those weekends when they let you free from this place but I never did learn to be very patient and I’m afraid it’s far too late for me to start now...” She paused for a moment as she regarded him, wondering how ever she could have had the strength to abandon this sweet little creature.
She stroke his face with her hand. It would be useless, of course, but she stroke his hair too in an attempt at straightening out his tousled mop if only a little, even if she rather liked his hair in such an windswept mess. “I came because I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”


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Mickey smiled conspiratorially at his mother, "The less I know the less I can tell." He bopped the side of his nose with his finger before grinning.

"Of course I don't mind." He almost shouted in his hurry to make that clear. "This is awesome! No one else's parent sneaks into school just to see them."

As he said it he realised just what had happened. The mother who had once abandoned him had now acted more like a parent than any other parent he knew. They stuck to the rules, they kept themselves away but here she was, decidedly not keeping away from him. If he hadn't been smiling already he would have done at the realisation.

"Thanks." his smile turned to a cheeky grin, one corner of his lips upturned slightly more than the other. "Most people prefer to use owls though and send a letter." He started walking slowly back to the closed trunk, unstrapping his chest padding as he did so. "I definitely prefer your way of doing thing though." Once unstrapped he sat the pad on top of the trunk before getting to work removing the rest.

"Do you have a broom?" Mickey asked when all his protective pieces were on the trunk. He looked his mother over for the tell-tale signs of a hidden broom since brooms could never be completely hidden. Well, that was his conclusion after many times trying to sneak one past his grandmother. "We could fly... no one from the castle will see now it's getting dark."

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"That's my boy.” Artemisia said approvingly, smirking at him. "What fun is an owl if I don't get to see you. It's your birthday after all, and not just any birthday. It’s... well.” There were many reasons this particular birthday was important to her but she had to admit what weighed the most was the knowing his bind was to be broken and that the little veela in him would no longer be caged. Or so Jon had promised her. But she wasn’t so worried about Jon having lied so much as she feared any sort of lasting damage the magical bondage may have had on her son. “It’s not every day my little mishka turns eighteen.”

She followed him as he started walking back to the trunk.
"A broom?" She asked, a little surprised. That was a rather strange question she thought. Having the means to travel with the winds as well as the flight of a swan, using any assisted means of transportation had never really been necessary for her. "No... I don't, actually.” She confessed with a smile, “Would you believe me if I told you I've never ridden one in my life?"

She liked the idea of getting away from the school and she cast a glance at his broom, trying to determine whether or not it could carry the both of them. She had no experience with brooms whatsoever though, so she really could not say either way.

"But they are sturdy enough for two, aren't they?"


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A warm glow filled Mickey because of what his mother said. His father had said it many times before of course but it was somehow different to hear it from his mum, special. "But Misty's adorable." he joked, though his owl was absolutely adorable in his eyes.

It wasn't everyday he turned eighteen and the very same thought had struck him first thing that morning. He was still waiting to feel any different though, wondering when he'd fully realise he had become an adult. Not just of age but an actual school-leaving, do what you like adult. Perhaps he'd have to wait until he actually left school and started to make decisions for his own life before he'd feel anything other than the child he'd so recently been.

"What? Never!" The lad was shocked at the very thought. How could anyone go through their whole life in the magical world and not have at least one go on a broom. "Oh it's amazing! The most awesome thing in the world to fly up with the birds." He told her, completely oblivious to the fact that she didn't require a broom to do that. "Sometimes I feel more settled in the sky than I do on the ground. Dad used to joke that if I could attach a bed to my broom I'd never come down."

Although his intention hadn't been to fly from the school Mickey didn't know that was his mothers line of thought. The Quidditch pitch had always been enough for him and it still was. Though he was looking forward to some night-time journeys across Ireland once he'd left the school and the rules attatched to it. "Well, you've got to have a go on one now. You can use mine." He offered grabbing up and holding out his pride and joy.

"They do but there's nothing like feeling complete control over and a connection to the broomstick. I can get a school one. They're not as good as mine..." He said that proudly. Not only was his broom one of the best available but he took care of it. "but they're alright in a fix."

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