The combination of having slept poorly and the pain in her lower back were making Cay the crabbiest person in the United Kingdom, and when her feet finally fell upon the threshold of the Leaky Cauldron, she wanted nothing more than to use some of the good Lusk money to get herself a bed to crash in. She was right on time to meet her cousin, someone she hadn't seen in months. She needed this. She needed to quell the unbearable loneliness that she was suffering from. Visits to her mother weren't enough, and she didn't want to be around her father. She was left without a friend in the world, secluded into a hole in the Earth in Scotland. Part of her wanted to reach out to the people she had neglected since graduation, and another part of her didn't want to let them see her like this. Her pride was in the way of her own happiness, which wasn't much different from always, but what could she do?
She wondered how understanding her cousin would be. The Gryffindor in him was probably going to want to right this wrong for her, protect her dignity and her well-being, but she wouldn't let him. As much as she wanted to tell Alasdair's mother to stuff it, to do whatever the hell she wanted, she still wanted what was best for Alasdair himself, whether or not he deserved it. She still had her honor.
She settled into a booth by the interior wall, resting her cold hands on her stomach. She was hungry and she needed a warm drink, but she would wait for Eamon to arrive before ordering. She wasn't sure if he would want to get food here or eat elsewhere. She hardly knew him anymore, and it had been far too long since the last time they saw each other. She knew that he, like many of their relatives, liked to drink. Unfortunately, she would not be joining in those sorts of festivities, pregnant or not.
She yawned loudly and stretched her arms over her head, sending the sleeves of her large coat sliding down her thin forearms. A teeth chattering shiver snuck past her lips, so she crossed her arms across her chest, resting her arms against her stomach, as uncomfortable as it was. She was so used to being so thin, to see her skin so stretched and tight was foreign and horrible. It was only a matter of times before stretch marks showed up, and she didn't want that to happen. People we supposed to glow when they got pregnant, and Caoilainn felt like she was even uglier than before.
