Zelda wasn’t here yet. Evander felt an uncomfortable trepidation at this, and his eyebrows rose, sorely hoping that some other muggle issue had cropped up earlier in the day and that she hadn’t ended up in Irvingly. He’d seen plenty of the department there, even the Aurors; though he hadn’t spotted Zelda directly – but even when he had been helping with the evacuations earlier, Evander’s mind had been more on his family than on anyone else in the mist.
Abruptly, he decided it might be wise not to say too much more about the mist situation to Alfred, if Zelda was mixed up in it and hadn’t come home yet. He didn’t dare imagine how bad things could be (he still remembered how frantic he had felt when he hadn’t been able to find Caroline in the Sanditon storm), so he swallowed down the anxiety and the lingering adrenaline as best he could, merely nodding in gratitude at no imposition.
(He was sure it was, but – desperate measures.) Evander glanced at Caroline, to let her have the final say as to the sleeping arrangements. (He would not mind having the children with them; he wasn’t sure if he would sleep after today, not being able to see them safe and in arm’s reach.) “Are they still awake?” He asked Alfred, of Orion and Carina, as if to say we won’t disturb them. But perhaps they were waiting up for their mother too.
Abruptly, he decided it might be wise not to say too much more about the mist situation to Alfred, if Zelda was mixed up in it and hadn’t come home yet. He didn’t dare imagine how bad things could be (he still remembered how frantic he had felt when he hadn’t been able to find Caroline in the Sanditon storm), so he swallowed down the anxiety and the lingering adrenaline as best he could, merely nodding in gratitude at no imposition.
(He was sure it was, but – desperate measures.) Evander glanced at Caroline, to let her have the final say as to the sleeping arrangements. (He would not mind having the children with them; he wasn’t sure if he would sleep after today, not being able to see them safe and in arm’s reach.) “Are they still awake?” He asked Alfred, of Orion and Carina, as if to say we won’t disturb them. But perhaps they were waiting up for their mother too.
