Grizzly MacFusty was a proud Scottish woman who had always and would always love her children dearly. She had lived her life devoted to her husband and the bairns she had born him and spent what time she had raising them as properly as she could. After all, her grandmother had always said it was only a Scottish woman who knew how to raise a real man. Grizzly in fact believe this also to be true and was quite proud of her boys, the whole horde of them. Naturally, her daughter was quite something else as well. Spirited and lovely, she knew the lone daughter of Donald MacFusty was not entirely the personification of what society thought to be a proper lady but the child was happy for the moment so that's what mattered most.
Grizzly on the other hand, had found herself feeling a little less happy by the day. With her youngest and Mungo returned to Hogwart's, it meant that the last of her children were no longer 'permanently' living here. Certainly she saw all her children on a regular basis, the would enjoy meals together still under her roof and they would all romp around out back in a 'friendly' game of Quidditch but Grizzly missed the little things. Like having to wake up the twins three times in the morning, or reading to all of them bed time stories when they were little. Too old for pregnancy now, Grizzly knew she would never experience such things again for herself and though her grandchildren filled her with joy - the immediately maternal part of her would miss it still.
"Pippa, mind ye where ye sit Mungo at the table. The laddie needs to be able to reach for his food by himself. I'll nae have his brothers walloping on him because he's off too far to one side and unable to get to his grub because of his arm." Or, lack there of but of course, that part of her thought wasn't voice. It still broke her heart thinking about Mungo but she was also remarkably proud of the boys recovery. He was a good lad, a good son. Merlin would see him set well in life, she just knew it.
Leaving Pippa to finish setting the table, Grizzly left the large dining family room and headed for the parlor. Mr.MacFusty was currently obtained back at work and though she could never quite readily know an exact number of just how many mouths she would be feeding - she was certain the lot of them would begin piling through the door soon enough and what quiet she had would dissolve into the familiar outburst of her family all together.
Taking advantage of the few moments peace, Grizzly settled herself on the chaise in the parlor and leaned herself into the raised side as she quietly opened her book. It was a medical journal of sorts, a record of all the dragons she had treated and what she had treated them for or with. It was a handy chronicle to have about. She always seemed to turn to it for reference and often referred to it as her personal bible. And why not? If there was one thing outside of raising bairns that she believed devotedly in, it was dragon healing.
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