Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 3:26:55 GMT
Mila bent down to look at her daughter's bright eyes, always struck by how much she looked like her father. The dark hair and the hazel eyes, though they held a different light than what Mila had always seen on her old boyfriend's face. "You want to go get some ice cream, Stella?" she asked the little girl, smiling at her eager response.
Estella didn't get to visit Diagon Alley very often, though the seven year old loved it. Mila preferred to keep her away from magic. Though the little girl was obviously a witch, Mila didn't see the reason to force her into the world to soon. She didn't want her daughter growing up strictly pureblood, something that was surprising to most people who had met the two of them. Instead, the pair frequented muggle parks, though Mila often got fed up with the other mothers there and they left. She knew she was constantly being judged. She'd had people refer to Estella as her little sister, something that bothered her immensely. She knew she had been young when she had gotten pregnant, but even slightly older nobody thought she could raise a child. Mila was in no way ashamed of her daughter. The brunette was her pride and joy. She just wished people wouldn't view her as a slut because of it. It bothered her, especially given the fact she'd only ever had sex with the father of her baby. She'd been in love with him then, thought he felt the same way. She couldn't have been more wrong. So Mila kept her daughter hidden away from the magical community, people who's opinions she valued more than muggles. That was why today was such a rare occurrence.
The twenty-two year old blonde was dressed in jeans rather than the tight outfits many people generally saw her in. She had the night off. Without having to worry about making it to work on-time, she'd decided to fulfil Estella's request of another trip to Diagon Alley. Her hair was only barely brushed, she'd pulled it into a ponytail. Today she was not tending a shady bar, she was just another mother. She was happiest this way, with her daughter. She was kinder, less manipulative with a brighter smile.
Mila kissed her daughter on the cheek, grasping her hand as she directed Estella towards Florean's, not yet anticipating who she would run into.