Soon, within the hour, Nathaira would be removing herself from the family home. As their young daughter went off to pack her belongings and get everything arranged for the relocation, her parents paced their bedrooms. "Urr(Are) ye sure tis(its) wise tae(to) let her leav'(leave) th' estate?" Mrs. McKinney questioned her own decision, having given permission to Nathaira just a few hours earlier. "She's a freish(new) mither(mother) 'n' doesn't ken(know) how tae survive oot(out) in that world." 

Understanding of his wife's concern, Mr. McKinney assured her with a firm embrace. She collapsed against him, seeking support from her husband. "She's stronger than we gie(give) her credit fur(for)." Mr. McKinney dropped a few kisses to his wife's forehead, the scruff of his chin causing her to giggle quietly. "Ah(I) ken(know) ye worry ower(over) her, bit(but) she kin(can) handle herself 'n' we mist(must) be supportive." 

Listening to her husband's words, even if she wasn't entirely in agreement with his view, Mrs. McKinney accepted them. After all, Nathaira's personality is strongly influenced by her father. She inherited a majority of his traits, including the desire for freedom and self expression. A troublesome inheritance at times, but Mrs. McKinney can't deny that she's also thankful for this development. 

* * * 

Observing his mother's actions, scurrying around and organizing large suitcases, the young boy began to question the situation. "Mommy?" Unfortunately, for him, she wasn't able to hear his voice. Inner thoughts of her own cast a silence among the world. Nathaira continued her tasks, wasting not a second. Upset by his mother's distractions, the little boy huffed with crossed arms and sat himself down on the hardwood floor. It wasn't until his grandmother came walking by the opened doorway, that he perked his attitude. At the first sight of seeing his grandmother, the boy immediately jumped up and ran towards her with a wide set grin. 

"Granny!" He exclaimed, happily, propelling himself into her arms. 

Mrs. McKinney struggled, adjusting her arms around the overly zealous boy. "Child, whit's wrong?" Clearly something had him upset. She knew that without a doubt to be the truth. His tiny, perfectly pouted lips gave no indication otherwise. Always very expressive, Mrs. McKinney tried to read the boy's distraught eyes. Watching him for a just a moment, his bottom lip quivering slightly and the dejected slump of both shoulders, Mrs. McKinney received her answer. 

"Mommy," the boy whined loudly, arms tightening around his grandmother's slender neck. "She's ignoring me." 

"Darlin'," Mrs. McKinney gasped audibly. "That's nae(not) her intention." 

Her assurance did little to sooth the boy's anger. Nathaira may be acting innocently, but she has upset her son in the process of packing for their new adventure. Setting the boy down to his feet, giving him a quick kiss to the forehead, Mrs. McKinney asked him to run along. He obeyed, never one to act defiant. 

She called for her daughter, "Nathaira?"

The younger woman didn't respond, continuing with organizing her belongings neatly into a suitcase. Beginning to succumb to frustration, Mrs. McKinney suddenly reached with a slightly curled hand. The physical contact jolted Nathaira from her thoughts, causing her eyes to widen and mouth hung agape.

"Something wrong, mum?" Nathaira questioned, setting down the last few items in her suitcase. She didn't see the frustration on the elder's face. 

Mrs. McKinney frowned, the lines of her brow wrinkling. "Dear, yer son is lonely." She gestured to the writhing boy in her arms. Nathaira offered a kindly smile, reaching for her precious boy and smothered him with affectionate kisses. 

* * * 

A few hours later, Nathaira and Olyson found themselves standing before a small estate. A mediocre apartment just within the countryside of Scotland. Nathaira swelled with happiness and grinned wide in excitement. "Wanna go ben 'n' stairt unpacking?" 

Olyson nodded, clutching her hand nervously. 

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[I'll add Draco in the next post because this got to be so long. xD You can have your OC run into him on the street or something, if you'd like.]