Closed Rare Moments

[Emily Blythe]

Emily enjoyed being in New Zealand. She’d been born in England, attended Hogwarts there, spent most of her formative years there, but at some point she’d grown born of it. The climate wasn’t to her satisfaction and she just felt she’d fair better in a different environment. The decision to move to New Zealand has been a tough one. Emily had never been particularly close to her parents, only really having her brother as comfort, but after up and leaving the country at the tender age of twenty two, which really was a bit of a late bloomer if she was honest, they’d had somewhat of a strained relationship. Emily’s parents had never really approved of her choice of career and would have preferred her to have a job she could rely on. She hadn’t really spoken to them since she’d become famous and she had to assume they knew, but they’d neglected to contact her at any point and so Emily was of much the same opinion of them. If they weren’t going to make an effort then she was hardly going to go to the effort either, it seemed a bit silly to her to do that. ​

Emily has a rare moment of fulfilment. She’d been working on this novel for nearly six months and it hadn’t been going much of anywhere, thankfully, she’d been sparked by breakfast last week and since then the words had flowed. She’d hardly left her study in the time since with William occasionally checking in to make sure she was eating or updating her on what was happening with the kids. Not that she usually heard much of it, she was much too focused Zaria Talbot’s evil father to worry about the kids. Of course she loved them, but she was the main breadwinner for the family and novels were her currency. She had to remain relevant. William had his work of course, but he was only part time these days to feed her career. As her agent he was allowed to nag, but he had to pick his battles because he was also her husband. There was a fine line he couldn’t cross. She stretched and rubbed her cramping fingers. The invention of typewriters had to have been the best thing ever to come out of technology. Emily sometimes liked to read muggle books too, they had such vivid imaginations and their ideas of magic were... well, she knew she’d never get away with that type of thing. Smiling lightly to herself, Emily stepped out of the room in search of William. He was usually outside at this time, she double checked it was still before five, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t gone out somewhere with the kids, after all, they’d been awfully quiet all day. “Will? Are you home, Love?”​

 

[William Blythe]

The morning had been relatively quiet for William, the kids were behaving well and were scattered through the house entertaining themselves. The peace had allowed him to get some work done. Since going part time the few clients he had other than his wife were low profile authors, there had been a case where one of his clients had started to become big and William had made the decision to hand her over to another agent. The bulk of William's energy, both personal and professional were given to his wife, he had little room for anything else once he took care of Emily's needs and he wouldn't have it any other way.

There was quiet all through the house when William heard his wife's voice call out for him. Walking back into the house and up to her study William found his wife and beamed at the woman. "Hey babe, where else would I be?" He asked. The kids were home after all, with his family all under the same roof there was no where else he'd want to be. "Productive day? Yes I'm asking as your agent...but also your loving husband,"

 

[Emily Blythe]

Emily looked at her husband as he answered her. She didn’t often notice how long she’d been at it until she saw him. It was pretty clear to her that she’d been working away for some time, the house was clean and the kids didn’t appear to be present, which was a rare moment of being able to have a chat. “Not as productive as I would like, admittedly, but there’s some decently usable material at least,” she didn’t like being behind, but the deadline for the current outline was fast approaching and as yet she had nothing to show for it. This wasn’t uncommon, she would usually have nothing for a long time and then begin writing in a fervor, but this was different, she was usually much further along than she was right now. “As my agent, what do you recommend?” She and William has been a team for a very long time, and it meant a lot to her that he’d put aside most of his business for her. She felt she owed it to him to give all of them a decent living, after all, he basically worked for free given she was his only client.​

 

[William Blythe]

William had a good understanding of the writing process, especially his wife's. She would have days where she struggled to divine inspiration but no doubt there would be days soon, likely as she got closer to her deadline, she would be struck with her writing muse. "It happens babe, something is better than nothing," He'd usually be firmer with his clients, but he didn't live with any of his other clients. William pondered some of the usual tips he'd give clients who were struggling with writers block before deciding on a different approach. "I recommend we get a babysitter, you take a long hot bath and we have a night in, spend some long overdue alone time together, you think that might shake some things loose?"