He chuckled quietly. “Neither did I,” he said with a small smile. “Though, um, I probably should have been more prepared, what with dealing with hormonal teenagers every day and things…” He sighed slightly.
"Exactly! You were supposed to be the one of top of things!" Reaching over, Hannah swatted Neville’s hand, a wide grin on her face that let him know she was only joking. "Nearly done your soup, love?"
Wotcher! Of course, just give me a ‘mo. *Serves a few other customers before fetching a butterbeer* There you are, love.
He nodded. “Yes, of course,” he said with a small smile, glad to be getting somewhere with this whole Poppy situation. “I’m sure she wants to see you.” He reached out, feeling slightly tentative, and took Hannah’s hand in his.
Now that they’d come to a solution as to what to do with Poppy, Hannah let out a quiet sigh of relief, squeezing Neville’s hand back when he reached over and took hers. Shaking her head, she admitted “I never thought it would be this difficult having teenagers, but I was wrong.”
Neville slowly sat back in his seat. “I know,” he admitted after a minute. “She does seem… I don’t know.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Children were exhausting, sometimes. “You could come tomorrow, if you, um, wanted. She has two free lessons last thing.”
"Two free..? Hm.." She let her voice trail off as she returned to sit back at the table across from her husband. Thinking back to when she was in school, she tried to decide if this would actually be a good idea, or not. Hannah had loved her mother and her father, but something told her she wouldn’t have been happy if one of them sprang a surprise visit on her during her free periods. "Perhaps next week. Tell her i’d like to come and talk with her."
He frowned slightly, watching her carefully. “Well, alright,” he said uncertainly. “It wasn’t silly, but…” He hesitated. “Maybe you should just come and talk to her?” He was starting to see where Hannah was coming from about Poppy, but wasn’t sure exactly what they should be doing about it.
Hannah sighed, getting up out of her seat and pouring her soup back into the pot before putting the bowl in the sink “I don’t know what to do. But I can tell you it sounds like she needs someone’s help…” Her voice trailed off and she thought a moment before mumbling “Maybe I should come to the school..”
Hannah bit her lip, thinking about what would be best for Poppy. If she came home and got some time away, would she maybe start to feel better? Then she remembered sixth year when her father had kept her home after her mother was murdered, and shook her head. “No… No, that won’t help. It was a silly idea of mine.”
He looked up at her, frowning slightly. “Well, she only told me this afternoon,” he said,…
She knew that Neville was right, but at the same times things weren’t quite that easy. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head “It’s not that simple, love… She’s my daughter. How am I supposed to not feel hurt after hearing that she’s miserable and i’m not even around her enough to notice or help?”
He looked up at her, frowning slightly. “Well, she only told me this afternoon,” he said, half-apologetically, half-slightly-offended, and then paused. After a second’s thought, he continued, “I’m not…
"No, she didn’t tell me." Her eyes fell down to the tabletop and she found that her bowl of soup didn’t look so appetizing anymore. She hated the fact that there were so many thing she didn’t even know about her own family, who she loved more than anything else in her life. "I-I’m not really hungry anymore."
ooc Yeah, sort of…. Everyone just stopped posting, and when it got to the point where I was the only one left on the dash I had to let it go. I’m sorry if you were hoping we’d come back for good.
He looked up at her, frowning slightly. “Well, she only told me this afternoon,” he said, half-apologetically, half-slightly-offended, and then paused. After a second’s thought, he continued, “I’m not sure. I mean, it’s not really the crying I worry about, because…
"B-… Boy?" With every word that her husband spoke, Hannah felt more and more out of the loop. First the news about Poppy crying, and now something about a boy? Putting her spoon down, she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted "What else don’t I know about my own daughter?"