Never Miss a Moment

[Maria Sanchez]

don't let this moment end

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Maria Sanchez had never actually taught before, so all of this was quite new to her. Teaching was something that she had wanted to do since she was a young girl. But even if she found that she was not the best of teachers, she had other talents that she could be credited for. One of those talents was cleaning and keeping a neat house. If anyone were to walk into her office at that very moment, they would be able to see that. Though there were things lying astray across the office as well as partially filled boxes whose contents was unknown to anyone but Maria and her husband and her children, it was obvious that Mrs. Sanchez had a specific place for each of the things. She hated disorganization and a messy house or room, which was exactly why she had taken the time to thoroughly clean her office before doing anything else with it.

Before she had started unpacking the boxes, Maria had taken the time to actually clean the entire office of all the dust and dirt that had gathered over the months of not being used. She had refused to use magic, mostly because magic forgot some of the most annoying dust bunnies there were. Aside from that, she preferred cleaning the Muggle way regardless of where she was or what needed to be done. If it could be done using Muggle ways, she would do it the Muggle ways. She was used to it, having lived most of her fifty years as a Muggle. She was not against the use of magic, but in her house magic was always a second choice. Of course, Nayib had never thought that. The day he turned seventeen and was allowed to use magic outside of school was the day he cleaned his room. He had cleaned it before, of course, because Maria had made him, but he always let it get messy again. He knew how much it annoyed her; Maria eventually figured out that that was the reason why he did it--to annoy her.

With a heavy sigh, Maria stood on the desk that had come with the room. She was far too short to reach the top of the window to put a nice set of curtains up, so she had used the resources she had to reach it. Stretching herself out and grunting in the process, she finally managed to reach the hooks and hooked the curtain rod into them. She breathed in relief once she was sure that they were secure. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to look at the curtain. Blinking, she leaned forwards some and used the wall to help her keep her balance and not fall off the desk and fixed the curtains using the other hand. She ruffled them some and made them look nice. Once she was done, she stepped back about an inch and looked at it. It was pleasing to the eye and gave the room a bit of style and design. And then she turned and hopped down off the top of the desk and down onto the carpet that was covering the stone floor.

“Okay,” she said aloud to herself. “What now?” She looked around the room and put her chin in the palm of one of her hands and blinked a few times, looking at the vast amount of boxes she had brought with her. Where she was going to put all of this stuff, she had no idea. She would have to figure that out. It would probably take some time, but she knew that she would manage. After all, she had been organizing bedrooms and fixing things up to make them look nice since before she had gotten married, and that was some twenty-nine years ago.

She walked over to a random box and opened it up. Inside were things folded in newspaper. She blinked a few times and tilted her head to the side. She took one of the objects out and took the newspaper from around it. Inside was a nice picture frame; inside the picture frame was a picture--a wedding picture, to be exact. She looked at it and allowed her mind to get lost and start reminiscing. A slight smile appeared on her face as she did this. One would think that after so many years of looking at the same pictures over and over again that she would no longer feel the need to reminisce or smile or anything. But it was quite the opposite. The more she looked at them, the more smiling and reminiscing she did. That was just Maria. She thrived upon pictures and smiles and memories.

She placed the picture upon her desk so that it was standing and took another covered picture frame out. The uncovered it and looked at the picture inside the frame. This picture was a more recent one. It was of her, Emilio, Emily, Nayib, and Amanda, Nayib’s wife. She grinned a bit more than she had been previously and looked at the picture closely. All their smiling faces were looking back at her from the frame. The picture was not moving, since it was a regular Muggle picture, like all the other pictures. It was a wonder why it took Maria so long to put things away and get things organized; she spent too much time looking at pictures and thinking of memories…

For a moment she looked at the picture and reminisced on the day it was taken as well as the days before that. However, something interrupted her reminiscing. She felt a prescene behind her. Blinking a few times, she turned somewhat quickly and saw a figure standing in the doorway; she had left her door opened. She smiled gently, still holding the picture, and greeted the person standing some feet away from her.

“Good morning,” she said to the person, her voice seemingly pleasant and friendly, topped off by a slight accent of her native homeland. “Was there something you needed?”

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