I’m Coming Home || Flora and Michael 

flora-carrow-the-veela:

While Flora waited for Michaels arrival she went a head and unpacked her bags, working on the laundry as she went. She had sent Brownie out to retrieve the food for the nightsfeastof sorts. She had been away from home for so long, working on her slight alcohol problem that she had recently acquired. But she hadn’t planned on seeing the father of her unborn child while she was away. Immediately she felt the need to come home, to be with Michael or Parvati or Adrian. Any one she could call a friend, so she could once again try to forget her past.

Preparing a small bad and satchel with belongings that he may have needed, Michael quickly made his way out of Nott Manor, his current residence, with Charlotte resting on his hip as he did so. Knowing it would be much easier and safer to walk, he chose to do so despite it being a long journey. After all, he felt as if he hadn’t been outside in the longest of times, and so the fresh air was needed. At his speed though, their journey was short, and soon he overlooked Flora’s Manor House, and a small smile came to his lips.

He’d missed her, really. He’d missed everybody, but now was time to make amends for his departure, and so he stepped forward and followed the short pathway before he approached the door. With a swift hand he knocked gently, awaiting her summons and answer.

flora-carrow-the-veela:

If you say so.. then I’ll see you there.

I do say so! Ill be there soon.

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

I’ll go, i’ll go… i’ll be fine.

………. you know when you say it like that, it makes me feel like you in fact won’t get okay..

I’ll get there fiiiiiiiiiiine!

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

…okay! So… are you gonna drag me there, or do you trust i’ll get there myself?

I trust you, unless you want me to drag you there, in which was, thats doable.

I’ll go, i’ll go… i’ll be fine.

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

Yeah but if I was most comfortable naked you’d say no, see.

Nothing I haven’t seen before, love, like I said, whatever makes you most comfortable.

…okay! So… are you gonna drag me there, or do you trust i’ll get there myself?

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

Then YES! We can go. WAIT! Do I need pyjamas?

You can wear whatever you feel most comfortable in Michael!

Yeah but if I was most comfortable naked you’d say no, see.

flora-carrow-the-veela:

All the chicken you can eat.

Then YES! We can go. WAIT! Do I need pyjamas?

Sup bitches? 

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

…and cake?

Alright then, cake too, Michael. 

And chicken.

Sup bitches? 

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

Of bacon and steak?

And other things perhaps, anything you want. 

…and cake?

Sup bitches? 

flora-carrow-the-veela:

michael-james-corner:

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Really, it’s been months and months and months… hospital food is icky!

Well in that case, we will just have to have a feast. 

Of bacon and steak?