LiveBlogging The Uprising, HuffPo.
kay is way the fuck more eloquent about it than me, LOOK AT THAT.
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Narcissa closed her eyes and held her tongue, Aldous's arm stretched out and holding her to the wall like a bar against her chest. His attention was on the Aurors swarming into their home, not the small blonde behind him or the baby in her arms, but she felt his fingers close around her shoulder like comfort a second before he Disapparated the three of them, gone before the Aurors had a chance to converge on the sound.
They move quickly, with no mercy for her exhaustion; they only stop long enough in Venice for Narcissa to gather a few of the necessities they had no time for when leaving Dorset, their ownership of the place too public for it to be any kind of safe haven. She lets Aldous take her cloak and give her a coat instead, buttoned tightly and less of a nuisance when they move, carries Nikolai bundled up against her chest and leaving her hands free to cling to her husband's arm.
She doesn't know where they're going. She almost doesn't care.[ & & & ]
The letters come, ten years later. Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, Durmstrang - and the more recently formed Shipton Academy in their own Louisiana. Acacallis Diederich (charming woman, husband's a little eccentric, they're real European, you know how it is) writes back to Shipton in neat cursive, and calls Aldivin at the practise to tell him Nicholas has been accepted.
(Even her son doesn't know English is her first language.)