Maristelle was four months old, now - babbling and cooing and laughing away and beginning to communicate likes and dislikes. One of her likes was to be by the sea and look out at it. It ended, of course - everything in this place came to an end - but you couldn't tell from the docks where Vianne was standing, Maristelle held on her chest with a shawl, little arms and legs poking out and moving as she trilled happily.
They'd closed the shop early today, as they had so many times since Maristelle's birth. Vianne could really use help, but was loath to put an ad up - she believed that someone would blow in, as people always did. Someone would need a home, a family. And you chose your family - isn't that what her mother had always said? A new village, a new family. An aunt, a grandfather... here they had Draco, they had Anne. And before: Severus, Jack...
Jack had been gone a few months now, and Vianne sensed his lack as she stood on the dock. His boat was gone, there were no rum bottles lying about in the sand. She missed him. Not as fiercely as she still missed Roux or Severus, but now she had another daughter to bring up without a father. Though at least this time she knew who the father was - and so did he, if he could remember anything now that he was back in the Caribbean, back impossibly far in the past, dying before even Vianne could be born, much less Maristelle. But this was a strange place, Haurvatat... and perhaps he would come again. Perhaps he would remember.
Anouk missed him, too - as she missed Roux. She'd never been so close with Severus. Anouk was growing, and though her own growth was much slower than the baby upon her chest, Vianne fancied she could still see it, as Anouk sat upon the dock, playing some game with sticks, Pantoufle close by she was sure although Anouk rarely mentioned him anymore. But then, Anouk was not telling her everything - every thought, every wish - as she once had. Her child was growing. And growing stronger in magic, as well...
Vianne's own talents were domestic, mostly. Imbued into her chocolates, to give people a lift they sorely needed: courage, passion, hope, even comfort. They'd put up new red sachets over the door and windows of their home and shop on the solstice to keep out unwanted spirits, read her mother's cards, burned incense all night, and stayed up to greet the sun. She'd seen Pantoufle, then. A grey blur on her daughter's heels, a totem animal of sorts, visible only to those who had eyes to see things hidden, visible only when Anouk's spark of magic illuminated him. Vianne thought again that she really must see about that magic school... see if Anouk liked the idea, if she could belong there. There'd been a man hanging about the shop, bothering Anouk, and Vianne had come up just in time to see her daughter fork her fingers and BAM the man had suddenly remembered he needed to be elsewhere... stopped in the middle of a sentence and didn't even seem to notice... a blank look on his face as though he'd just been shocked, or hit with a frying pan. Just a cantrip, almost anyone could learn those, but the force of it had even made Vianne start.
One daughter, also a witch, and one too young to say... but hadn't there been something about Jack, too? He'd had a spark of something... For the thousandth time, she wished the village would have let him stay. Him, and Severus... and all the other friends they'd lost in their time here.
"Do you think the wind can blow them back, Maman?" asked Anouk, looking up at her, now. She'd known her mother's thoughts as she stared at the water. Scrying, her mother would call it, and it was a talent they both possessed. But even without that, from the expression on her face and her colors, Anouk might have guessed where her mother's thoughts had wandered.
"I don't know, Nanou. I wish I did." And then they again lapsed into silent contemplation of the wind. It was a summer wind, fat and slow, full of the promise of hope and good times. But winds shifted.
[[TL;DR I know... but I just finished reading the sequel to Chocolat (The Girl With No Shadow) and it's going to effect my portrayal of them a little... the magic in that one is a lot closer to the surface, a lot less vague. And Pantoufle is going to be a rabbit like the books, not a kangaroo like the movie. Though I'm going to stick with the Mayan mother story. Or, rather, Vianne is. Now that that's all cleared up... feel free to meet them wherever you like: as they close the shop, on the streets, at the docks. <3 I'M BAAAACK!!!]]