Holly Bennett

“My color preferences are always kyboshed by Saffron. Whatever color I say I like she tells me exactly why it isn’t the right color or how it’s not a color at all. So I find it safer not to have one.” Saffron was young enough to not really know a lot about the world but old enough to have an opinion about everything she did know. This could be tiresome at the best of times, especially when there were moments when she told Holly she was being ridiculous in one way or another “Both really good films. Saffron went through a Beauty and the Beast stage for a while. I had to try and make her a Beast soft toy which,” she exhaled a laugh as the memory of her one attempt to make a soft toy surfaced “needless to say failed in a spectacular fashion. Currently though, she’s watching Moana a lot.” Holly was somewhat pleased that her daughter was moving away from films that needed a man to rescue a woman or for a love interest to be a large part of motivation behind the female leads. “Well now you have time to catch us as well. You could play a team game.” she suggested, though, not one for playing games herself “If they have those. I’ve never really played a computer game, between university, work and motherhood not a lot of time.” though since she’d left university and was now juggling full time work and a motherhood, maybe she would find some time for something like playing a computer game “But, I recently quit university so more time. What game is it you play?”

When he apologized again for everything he wasn’t around for Holly automatically reached across the table and placed one hand around one of his, leaning forward slightly in the process “Please, don’t apologies, nor do you have to explain. It’s in the past, no amount of apologizing is going to change that. The important thing is moving on and into the future.” considering not thirty minutes ago she had wanted to punch him for his attitude about the whole thing he would no doubt find the three sixty change of attitude a bit odd. There was a thing she was going to do her best not to tell him, especially considering he wasn’t sure what sort of life he could have given her then and she knew it could be better than the one she did have to live through. That would only add to the guilt he was clearly feeling right there and then. She agreed with him when he stated he was glad she was there now, since, that was really all that mattered. Her hand came away from his and she sat back slightly, listening intently to the story of his family. There was a grandfather that wasn’t worth meeting, something she would likely try and find out herself over time. Though in all honesty she wasn’t worried about that; her concern was right here and now, with family that was within reach. Matt went on to explain why he and his wife, Kate, only had the one daughter and the sad story that no doubt surrounded that. There was a pause after he mentioned that and she assumed he was worried about how his wife would handle this entire thing. A wife meant that Saffron had a step grandmother as well. Holly wondered how that would go down if the wife was not aware of everything. Then he launched into his questions which caused Holly to give a small laugh and smile before answering “Well, as I have a young daughter I tend to read and watch things aimed as her age range, though, some of the Disney movies are really good. I like the lion king. If I absolutely had to choose one food item, probably shrimp. I do love shrimp. No favorite color or known allergies.” the boyfriend question was a bit more loaded than he needed to know “No, no need for firearms. I am currently single and focusing on Saffron and work. So, same questions for you expect firearms and boyfriends, unless you have those.”

“Fun for you is having a scuffle with Aurors?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, though, no surprised registered on her face largely because this statement actually didn’t surprise her at all. Jon had always been a sort of mystery as well as a loner, something that has a child who in her own way was similar in those aspects was what drew her towards him. Though, that drawing also ended up with her having Saffron and then making the decision that she was now regretting. Holly also had to admit that some part of her rather liked the idea of a scuffle with the auror department as well, not that she’d vocalize that. “Well, that sounds like an invitation to try and find out information about you as well; If only to surprise and impress you with my detective skills.” not that she had many of them and the small amount that she did have was unlikely to uncover much about Jon and the secrets he keeps. Though she could agree that what he had found out what hardly a massive or destructive secret, but, something about the way he said it made Holly pause. It almost sounded like he felt this information could be used against her, though, she brushed that aside as her being paranoid. “No,” she said in regards to him asking about cancelling the order “The help would be appreciated, though, I probably shouldn’t show you the rest of the house.” though that was a mild joke, there was some underlying truth. If he felt her kitchen stuff was lacking Merlin only knew what he would make of the rest of it. Hell, her bed had been repaired at least four times the end of last year alone. Then they moved onto the serious side of the visit and for a moment she was surprised by his response and actually left it show on her face “If those had been the reasons, I’d agree with you. Sadly, my real reasons were much more selfish than that. As awful as this is going to sound, the real reason behind you never knowing about your own child was that...I didn’t want share her with anyone. I could go into on an in depth reasoning of what I felt like that or did what I did, but, the truth is. I was young, stupid and selfish.” She watched him sit down, then as he talked about how it might be hard to protect Saffron even now “Okay, well, you are going to explain that and everything to me. If there is anymore danger aimed at our daughter I want to you. First though, I am going to make you and I a drink, then we will sit in the living room which is a bit more comfortable and talk. So what will it be tea or coffee?”

The door was left open for him if he wanted to take it. That, Holly felt, was the best she could do in that moment for everyone involved. After all hadn’t her daughter just started to form a relationship with her own biological father, a man who had been absent from her life. How would the young witch take another absent male figure suddenly appearing? Holly already knew the answer to that, which was ecstatic. She had spent her entire young life feeling different from most of her peers in the family department, lacking any real paternal figures in her life. Two showing up at once would be Christmas all over again for her daughter. That thought alone made Holly hope that at some point Matt would want to walk through that door. Then he called out too her and she turned just in time to see him collapse back into his chair. This caused her to turn around and head back towards him, the last thing anyone needed was him falling and hitting his head on something. Stopping back in front of the table she listened to him for a moment, opening up a world of family for her and her daughter. Aunts, uncles, cousins and...A sister? That caused her breath to catch slightly. Holly knew about the sister, at least in part. A name she was aware off. She sighed again, taking her bag off her shoulder and placing it on the table, whilst one hand rested on the back of the chair. She didn’t hate him, in fairness, she didn’t feel that she had any grounds too hate him considering her own run decision making. “I don’t really think there’s anything to forgive.” she said with another sigh, whilst pulling out the chair she was holding “But I do want more of a family and I do want to know you. So, we can talk.” and with that said, she placed herself in the chair she’d just pulled out and waited for him to start asking whatever questions he may have.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t intentional.” she replied too his comment about her being caught bent over. She hadn’t expected anyone to come over and if she had, Jon would have been near the very bottom of that list “If you’d come in any other way it would give me permission to call the Aurors on you.” she said, now standing up straight with her arms crossed in a way that portrayed she may have been serious with that threat, however, it wasn’t long before her face gave away the fact that she was simply teasing him. That was until the rest of the conversation happened. “So information about me just happened to fall into your lap? Information only about three people had?” she asked, tilting her head slightly at him. Jon having that information was somewhat unsettling as it had been something she wasn’t going to generally broadcast too the wider world. It bordered a little too closely on him paying too much attention to what she was doing which she not only found unsettling but a dash of flattery was in there as well and that feeling was defiantly unsettling. Holly for the most part brushed over Jon’s comments about ideals being dangerous and her needing to live a healthy life for Saffron too also have one. This was something she was already aware of, but, there was little point her pointing this out too Jon. He likely knew this and was just filling the gap. Though she did raise an eyebrow at him when he mentioned burning buildings; that was something she was not planning on running into again anytime soon. The conversation then moved onto kitchen appliances and once again Jon did something some surprising. Apparently deciding everything she owed was insufficient, he called someone. Then moments later whomever it was on the other end of the phone was off and Jon offered an explanation “Perhaps, but, wouldn’t that favor have been better used on something else than on kitchenware?” especially kitchenware for someone he had a past relationship with. Holly busied herself with cleaning out one of the smaller boxes, laying out a few odds and ends that were more decoration for a kitchen than actual kitchenware. She thought for a few moments over the next questions that Jon had asked. When Saffron had come around she’d been vaguely aware of what had gone on, but not too the extent that she would be able to pick out Jon in a line up. “She is only slightly aware of what went on which had helped a lot in not scaring her forever.” a sigh followed that, knowing that the next part of the conversation was going to be a bit more difficult “She is aware that her Father’s name is Jon, she’s aware that you were there that night but we haven’t really talked in depth, largely because you and I haven’t talked in depth. I think; there are things that need to be said and aired out before. She does want to meet you though.” finally looking up from what she was doing, Holly lent against the counter and waited for Jon too launch into his questions and no doubt complaints about how she had handled this entire thing.

She really wanted to punch him. This was her first and second shameful instinct; as the wheelchair bound man before her confirmed her worst fears about this situation. That he knew and wasn’t interested then and most likely not now. As he had thought just previously it was a bad idea to follow through with that knee jerk reaction. In some part for the reason she had thought about earlier, punching a beloved and disabled member of the community was not only amoral but would also have a negative effect on her personal and professional lives. There was also the complicated fact that could she actually be angry at the man before her? Could she really get on a soap box about something he did as a much younger man? Something she herself had actually done herself. After all, she had not told Jon about Saffron and it took near a death experience for that secret to get out. The choice had been taken away from her in that moment just as she was taking the choice away from Matt. That thought quelled the anger that had surged up at first. It was almost funny had they both stood of different sides of the same divide. Taking another large sip of her drink she thought about what she needed to say next. Reaching across the table she pulled the official paper work back towards her, this was pointless now. “No, there is nothing you can tell me that I’d want to know.” slipping the papers back into her bag before knocking back the rest of the drink she had. She held the empty glass between both her hands for a moment, just looking at it as she considered the next steps. There were things she could reveal, but what was the point in that? Too make him feel regret and sorrow for a decision he was allowed to make for himself? “Thank you for being honest.” Holly said finally moving too stand up, pushing back some of her long hair as she reached down for her bag and spent some time getting it just right on her shoulder. Another sigh left her as she looked up to the sky slightly. She could offer him the same thing he offered her, allow him to ask about her life but she wasn’t entirely sure he'd care enough to want to know nor did she really want to be turned down for that. “Just so you know, um, Mum died a while ago. I don’t think she ever blamed you for your decision.” a said this whilst looking his directly in the eyes before turning away with ‘well, bye’ barely getting away from the table before she stopped, sighed again and turned back “You have a granddaughter, her name is Saffron. So...” she paused for a minute, unsure as to why she was going to offer this olive branch “if you ever decide that there is room in your life for her. The door will always be open.”

Though she was by her very birth a magical creature, Holly had a habit of doing things with her hands when magic was the most convenient option. Yet there was something comforting about ripping into a box with a knife and ones bare hands, unpacking the individual contents and finding the best place for them to be within the house. Placing them there and then standing back and admiring that one decision you made, before promptly deciding it was the wrong one and changing it. Well, that seemed to be the way it was going for her right then as she unpacked the boxes of kitchen things and placed them in the cupboard she first thought was good before changing her mind and moving it. She really should just wave her wand and let magic do the whole thing, at least she could tell herself that the decision was already made and it was all done. It was just as she moved to reach her wand that had fallen onto the floor from the kitchen table that a voice floated over from the door way. Stopping in her very odd bent over position, she turned her head towards the sound, her eyes landing the last person she was expecting to see standing in her front door. Slowing she stood up, wand gripped in her right hand. His words though made her roll her eyes slightly, before a smile tugged at one edge of her lips. “Case in point?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow in his direction. Turning she placed her wand back down on the kitchen table before returning her attention back to the man standing in her doorway, waiting for him to continue on with his case. It stung a little that he was probably right, after all, hadn’t she been through a situation where not having alarms had ended in tragic circumstances? The honest truth was she’d not even thought about it with Saffron out of the house. If Jon wasn’t currently standing in her doorway that may have made Holly look at how she valued herself. Then he continued to speak and the things he said raised some red flags for her. How would he know the thing about her dropping out of university? She had broadcast that yet, it was an upcoming idea for the show. Discussing the complexities of making changes in one’s life for someone else. She watched him walk into her home and dig around in one of the boxes, picking up a cup. Moving towards him, she took the cup from his hand and placed it down gently keeping a lightly curious expression on her face as she set about quizzing him. “And how exactly would have come by that information?” another raised eyebrow “I haven’t mentioned anything on the wireless about it and I don’t blog about my life. The only people that know I’ve left are my ex-professors and the university board.” had he been spying on her? Would he admit to it even if he was? “After what happened I re-evaluated my life and the way I was living it, something needed to give. I like my job, they wanted me full time and I love our daughter. She deserves the best of me and I can’t do that if I’m pointlessly chasing some ideal that I had as a teenager.” a somewhat cheeky smile followed that statement as she prepared to add the rest “It also allows me time to go be social, meet people. Have my own life.” The question about help unpacking and setting up was a welcome one, even though a part of her wasn’t sure if relying on a man for anything was a good idea, but he was only offering to help unpack boxes not anything more substantial than that. “Help would be nice. I was going for this whole ‘I can do this alone, don’t need a man to move heavy things. I’m a witch with a brain and a wand’, turns out muscles really do help.” she said opening the next box on the table “I’m still on kitchen things, though I’m starting to think I should have thrown most of thing away.” she said holding up a kitchen implement she’d never used “I don’t even know what this is for.” the object in her hand was stainless steel pipe topped with a rubber handle on top, finished off with what looked like a small disc shaped rubber bottom that had ‘teeth’.

There was a very irrational and small part of her that hoped when he turned to face her properly that the truth would simply find its way into his mind and he would know all the information she was about to drop in his lap already. There was also another part of that thought that knew if that happened she would not only be hurt, but also likely arrested for punching a disabled and much loved member of the community straight in his child abandoning face. So, the rational and larger side of her knew it would be better if she was the one that exploded his world, again. She sipped her drink as he spoke about her Mother. A woman she could barely remember unless she sat and dragged up the few memories that actually existed. But the way her mother sounded, smelt and moved those things had been eroded by time and self preservation. It was easier to move forwards in the childhood she’d had when you forgot exactly what was lost. This also included the step father who abandoned her a year after her mother’s death. “I ‘am her daughter,” she said, glossing over the fact that he had better memories of her mother than she did. Ignoring that internal ache and drive that made her want to ask him for whatever memories he may have of her. Could he remember such things as the sound of her voice and smell?. Probably not. She was, after all, a week long fling for him. Opening her bag she pulled out a few bits of paper she had found, sent off for and generally dug up. All of which proved that the man sitting across from her who had gone from miserable too almost pleasant was in fact her biological father. “But I’m also yours.” there, no sugar coating the truth as she slipped the paper work and proof she’d complied across the table towards him, before picking up her drink and taking another quick sip. The truth was out, now all she could do was sit and wait for the response.

How much time had passed since that night that had changed her entire world view? Made her question not only how she lived her life at the time but also the choices she had made for others in her life. Choices that had she made differently, well, was there any point dwelling on what she could have done? The ‘what ifs’ didn’t bring back the young witch who lost her life for doing nothing more than taking care of Saffron. It didn’t bridge the gap of time that she had kept something from someone who should have been in Saffrons life from the word go. Though that specific person had not actually made any attempts to contact her since the night that he’d saved his own daughters life. Holly assumed that he had the information and decided to do nothing with it. After all this supposed child of his was seven, how was he supposed to know if she really was his? The young witch pushed that thought and many more aside. It wasn’t worth dwelling on. Jon had the information and it was his decision whether to act on it. Plus, right there and then it was the least of concerns. After that night in the warehouse Holly had reflected on the way she was living her life. This had led her to make the choice to drop out of university and focus solely on the career she had built up for herself and being a Mother. Saffron had often had to spent time with friends or babysitters whilst Holly juggled this busy life, perhaps always feeling like she was on the low end of her Mothers priority list. Now she was priority number one, their was less babysitters in her life and now she spent time at friends houses because it was fun and something she wanted to do. That was where the young girl was right at that moment, this allowed Holly time to unpack boxes and use magic to push furniture where she felt it should be. The other big thing that had happened since that night was that Holly had finally managed to collect enough money together too buy her and Saffron their first home. A small two bedroom house that contained a garden big enough for her to play in comfortably. In a nice area of Narragyambie. It was a warm enough day that she had the windows and doors open as she sorted through the box of random items she’s put on the kitchen table, a glass of water within reach. Saffie was having an extended sleepover at one of her school friends, allowing Holly time to get this new home set up for them both. A new beginning.

Though Holly heard what the older man muttered she decided it was best not to point out that the assery was what landed him outside in the heat coupled with the fact that though his legs didn’t work right then he was still a wizard with the ability to cool himself down with a simple spell or two. Then again maybe he didn’t know how to do the spells or somehow his coma and disability had in some way effected his ability to preform magic. If that, by some odd happenstance, was what had happened then her dumping the ‘Hi, I’m your daughter’ on his head would probably be the thing that pushed him over the edge. Lingering in the door playing with the drink between her hands, she pondered for a moment just turning around and walking away. After all did he really need to know? How would it change his life? Her life? Saffron’s life? That last thought gave her a bit more courage too speak too this rude man who shared some biological tissue with her. After all, wasn’t this all brought on by everything that had happened? Saffron being kidnapped and almost burnt alive. Then he spoke again and that simple but snappy phrase made her step forwards and close the door behind her. Taking a sip from the glass in her hand she walked the distance between them, placing her drink on the table and taking the seat across the table from him. She was waist deep in this already, so might just jump in. She’d deal with the guilt of him rolling himself off a building if or when it occurred. “I’m not here to talk about your management skills or lack thereof. I’m here to ask you about a woman you knew, well, a week long affair probably isn’t more than knowing in the biblical sense.” she was somewhat rambling, taking another sip of her drink to quench the words as they bubbled up “A Veela named Nadya.”

The kiss was an impulse, one that she would likely look back on and cringe at. That was until he responded. Memories of their time together in school flooded back at that, reminders of why they got far enough to actually conceive a child together. A child she never told him about and most likely would not have if this situation hadn’t arose. A situation Holly would have much preferred she and her child not get into. “Maybe, but a thank you is always polite.” she said softly, heeding the words he said next about taking Saffron too the hospital. “Okay.” she turned too walk towards where their daughter was, stopping only too listen to what Jon had to say next. A small sad smile crossed her lips at his words before she responded with “I’m not sure if that will actually help.” Then she crossed the distance between herself and her child, picking up the small child and turning back towards Jon for a moment “Bye.” then with a simple turn on the spot, she separated away from Jon and too the hospital. -exit Holly/fini-

The urge to shoot out from between the flames and smash something into the heads of the people who had done this entire thing grew with each passing moment and then doubled with each spell she shot that didn’t hit an intended target. Holly had never been all that good at dueling, had never taken it that seriously when learning it. Though this wasn’t exactly dueling it was the closest she had come since her days at Tallygarunga and, with any luck, would be the closet she’d be too it for a long while after. As Saffron stirred in the one arm Holly had around her the thought did pop into the young mothers head that learning some more offensive and defensive spells would be a very good idea. That was perhaps something Jon could help her with should they get out on here alive and then he didn’t turn around and do something too them. As before she pushed that un-trusting voice that pointed out that she didn’t know him anymore, that the father of her child was a stranger to her. A stranger she had lied too, well, not so much lied but omitted to let him know a fundamental information he was entitled too. Then that stranger was grabbing her arm and helping her and a groggy Saffron to their feet. He spoke as well, mentioning something about leaving, buildings and fireworks. Heeding his words with nothing more than a nod of her head, she positioned Saffron in front of her, wand still held tightly in her hand and allowed them both to be herded out of the building. The pair walked until Jon made a motion for them to stop. Holly’s focus had turned almost entirely too her daughter, who she helped sit down on the ground, hands dancing over her checking for any real injuries. “I need to take her to the hospital.” Holly said, finally. Saffron was not injured in any obvious ways but she would be getting the complete check over magical and muggle ways if needed. A quick spell helped the young girl relax on the spot before Holly turned around to face Jon, her wand still gripped tightly in her hand. She didn’t really know what too say in that moment as she stood staring at him, ignoring the ruckus from the building exploding behind him. So instead she simply acted, stepping forwards and planting a kiss on his lips before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug before stepping back from him and clearing her throat slightly “Thank you.” she said finally.

It had taken Holly a while to get up the courage to return to this pub and turn one mans life upside down. A life, that by all accounts, had already been turned on it’s head and had several implements shoved down it’s exposed rear end. So what more damage could the announcement ‘Hi, I’m the daughter you had not interest in slash didn’t know about from one of your one week romances’ really do? The answer to that question and a million more than were floating around in her brain the last months, weeks and days was something she could only get by pushing through the door she was standing in front of and confronting the wheel chair bound man in question. Taking a deep breath she finally stepped over the threshold only to find herself facing a somewhat empty bar. Great, she thought, the one time she screws up the courage to do something so life altering was the one time the person in question wasn’t around. Then again, nor was the bartender. Picking a stool she parked herself on it, figuring she might as well have a drink whilst she was here. Getting her phone out of her jacket, she flipped through a couple of messages she’d received. Babysitter, work, university. The usual tirade. It was just as she was typing a message back to one of her colleagues was when the bartender reappeared. This caused her to send off the message she’d been typing without checking she’d stated everything she’d been trying to say. Leaning forward on the bar slightly she was about to ask where she could find the owner when a voice shouting from the back told the young woman exactly where he was. So one alcoholic drink ordered and a quick question about how to get out to the beer garden. Picking up her drink she thanked the clearly over worked and stressed man and headed the way she was directed to go. Stepping through the door, her blue eyes fell on the angry man she was planning to make angrier. Sipping the drink in her hand to give herself a bit of liquid courage, she opened a line of communication “Are you always that much of an ass too your employees or has this one done something particularly atrocious to deserve such a tirade?”