Oh, damn it, now you've gone and gotten me all sniffly.
But, well, thank you. It's good to hear that kind of vote of confidence from someone else I guess. I mean, I think I'll be all right at the job -- and I certainly had an excellent role model -- but it's the sort of thing I can't really let myself think of too much, or let myself think about all the details, because every time I do I start to get this swimmy-headed feeling. There's just so much.
I know I was the one to say we shouldn't tell Mum, at least not at first, not until things are a little more settled and we figure out a way to tell her that won't leave her thinking Tonks and I are, I dunno, like her and Dad were. And I don't want to put Tonks through the pressure of Mum pinning all her hopes on her about grandchildren and all. But I'm starting to wish, just a little, that I could talk to her about it. Mum, I mean. And I know that if I told Tonks it was important to me, she'd say yeah, go ahead, and we'd figure out a way to do it that wouldn't be awful, but I don't want to toss that into the mix in the middle of, you know, making a new person. Not when it's not what we agreed to.
But I can't help thinking of Mum getting pregnant with Ginny in the midst of a war, and wondering what she felt. And how scared she was, for all of us. And then I think of Percy again, and ... yeah.
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Re: Private message to Alice
Date: 2014-07-07 07:16 am (UTC)But, well, thank you. It's good to hear that kind of vote of confidence from someone else I guess. I mean, I think I'll be all right at the job -- and I certainly had an excellent role model -- but it's the sort of thing I can't really let myself think of too much, or let myself think about all the details, because every time I do I start to get this swimmy-headed feeling. There's just so much.
I know I was the one to say we shouldn't tell Mum, at least not at first, not until things are a little more settled and we figure out a way to tell her that won't leave her thinking Tonks and I are, I dunno, like her and Dad were. And I don't want to put Tonks through the pressure of Mum pinning all her hopes on her about grandchildren and all. But I'm starting to wish, just a little, that I could talk to her about it. Mum, I mean. And I know that if I told Tonks it was important to me, she'd say yeah, go ahead, and we'd figure out a way to do it that wouldn't be awful, but I don't want to toss that into the mix in the middle of, you know, making a new person. Not when it's not what we agreed to.
But I can't help thinking of Mum getting pregnant with Ginny in the midst of a war, and wondering what she felt. And how scared she was, for all of us. And then I think of Percy again, and ... yeah.