Chapter 10/16 of Love You All, Die For This
Word Count: 2085
Chapter Summary: Children aren’t always brought into your world in the way you expect.
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The air feels stiff as Simon picks at the table cloth, pinching his cloth napkin between his fingers and rolling the material between the pad of his thumb and index. The restaurant’s quite upscale, and it’s a lovely time for lunch, but he just seems more uncertain than usual; part of me can’t help but wonder if he’s nervous to talk to Headmaster Bunce in case she brings the situation up. I can’t blame him. After all, she’s the closest thing to a mother in our lives (I wouldn’t quite count Fiona as a parent figure).
It’s nice to keep track with her; while we don’t always see eye-to-eye within magickal politics, she’s easily lovable and brilliant in debates. Bunce is practically a carbon copy of her mother in several ways, which I’ve grown thankful for. It makes it easier to keep connected with Watford and with politics in general without having my father involved. Hell, he isn’t quite my father anymore, he’s Malcolm, spoken of in hushed, bitter tones and to be forgotten. He’s something I’d rather not think about right now.
Mitali Bunce, though, instead is a tough love mother. She meets Snow and I for lunch at least once a year, and we swap emails at least once a month. The younger Bunce said her mother grew more used to Snow following the aftermath of the Humdrum; no one was sending monsters off onto him to fight, so suddenly he’s “safe”. Although, I don’t think I’d ever describe Simon Snow Pitch as “safe”.