It’d been some time since Newt had stepped foot in Hogwarts but ever since you started there, he’s had a newfound interest in it. He’s pester you, his grandchild, for all sorts of details. He’d recount his own days there, hoping for similarities, connections, laugh about Dumbledore’s treatment of you and the stories he’s shared. “Tell me, y/n, do you have any friends at school?” Newt asked you.
“Not really, just one that matters.” You shrugged, trying to hide your smile.
“Ah, I completely understand. I was the same way, but there’s this saying, ‘quality over quantity,’ that’s what really matters.” Newt assured with a smile, letting memories of his childhood enshroud his mind.
“Actually, Granddad, this friend, she’s my girlfriend.” You snapped him out of his thoughts and he raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the detail. “Her name’s Ginny. Ginny Weasley.”
“Weasley…” He repeated curiously. “I’ve heard that name before, yes. There’s a Weasley or two at the ministry, your Great Uncle Theseus mentioned them. Good people, I’ve heard.”
“The best.” You beamed at him, but when you looked away your smile got lighter, didn’t quite fade away. You’d been thinking about her and your Granddad noticed right away, a different generation, but that same look. He was delighted you’d found your Leta.
I hope you wake up refreshed and energized, you looked so peaceful that I just couldn’t bear to wake you up before I left. So instead of waking you to wish you a good morning, I left behind a little something for you. Obviously you’ve found it since you’re reading this.
Breakfast in bed. You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard lately on everything and I wanted to treat you, even if I couldn’t be there to see your face when you open the lid on your plate.
I made your favorite, since you oh-so-subtly mentioned that you had been craving it lately. (And I love it too of course, so I’ve enjoyed some of my own before leaving.) And thanks to mum, I’ve mastered the art of preserving the heat, so your meal will still be hot.
Once you’ve finished breakfast, there’s a second surprise waiting for you in the living room. There, you will find a fluffy blanket, extra soft socks, and a chilled glass of wine. Your assignment for today is to relax, take it easy, and enjoy the day. You do so much and I am unbelievably proud of you. But for once, please think of yourself and take the day to refresh.
When I come home I will expect a very dull report. Because your day should be very easy and slow. And if you need more wine, there is a backup supply in the pantry. But could you save a little of the wine for me? I’ve a feeling I might need some too when I’m home.
Now, I’ll leave you with this. I hope today is everything you need. Because what I need is for you to be at your best. And you can’t be at your best if you’re exhausted and drained each day. You deserve better than that for yourself.
Also, yes, this is absolutely a return for the incredible breakfast you made for me on my birthday, which just might have been the best meal of my life. So I’m sorry if this isn’t quite up to the level of your own cooking, but I figure I don’t need a reason to spoil you and show you how much you mean to me.
You mean so much that I was willing to get up extra early to put all of this together. And I did it all with a smile on my face (we can ignore the internal groaning as I rolled myself out of bed - that was a moment of weakness, considering how comfortable the bed - and you - were). But I was willing to do it all, and so much more if it would make you happy, if it would let you see how important and loved you are.
Because I do love you, so very much. In the silence of the morning, watching your chest rise and fall, I thought about how each breath was reminder that you’re alive and you’re mine. The simplest of things was so utterly beautiful. But that’s you isn’t it? Beautiful and wonderful and everything I could want.
What I really want is to stay with you, but I must be off now. Remember, relax, no work. I’ll see you soon.
