'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children... and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.'
The light at the end of the tunnel was seeming more imperceptible and out of reach than ever before. Hera felt extremely defeated by almost everything in her life and was steadily losing the will to live.
She couldn't see her friends, whom she worried endlessly about — both Allie and Katie were muggle-born and were likely to be in hiding just as Ted was. She couldn't see her brother, and hadn't the slightest clue if he was warm, fed, well-rested, or any of it... And she wanted her baby.
Hera felt that all she had was out and laid bare; she felt a never-ending sense of need around Sirius and couldn't bear that she relied on him so heavily. She supposed it would've been normal owing to the fact that they were all the other had known for the greater part of the past year, but it had taken to a new height in the last week.
She began to grow anxious by him simply leaving the house for a run, even when disguised.
At some point in the week prior, Sirius had transferred a small fortune from his account at Gringotts into his Muggle bank, for the idea that they would be able to walk freely throughout Diagon Alley had in a matter of days been reduced to zero. So they'd be living on his Muggle debit card, which Sirius had co-signed Hera onto at some point months ago.
Hera didn't know what to do with herself any longer. Normally, she'd consider herself a homebody, but now that she was in the same position as Sirius had been two years prior she was growing as restless as he had been.
