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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ chrístσphєr whítєthσrnє ♥ Looking Lovely at the Garden with Chris, her kids, Rick xxxғeelιngxxx Off Balance xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ . . . . . . ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
w h є n є v є r , w h є r є v є r ❀ ❀ ❀xxxxxxxxxxxx
wє'rє mєαnt tσ вє t σ g є t h є r ❀ ❀ ❀xxxxxxxxx
í'll вє t h є r є αnd чσu'll вє n є α r ❀ ❀ ❀xxxxxx
αnd t h α t ' s thє dєαl, m ч d є α r ❀ ❀ ❀xxx
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spaceAdalaide wanted to facepalm when, the instant Desiree was in her father's arms, she oh, so sweetly asked him if she could have some cake. The child was a menace, she thought, with no small amount of amusement, and she shook her head. It just figured... she'd be willing to bet Desi had wanted to be handed off to her father specifically to ask for the cake. Chris had a much harder time saying no to the little girl than she did. Ada didn't know what it was with men and their daughters, but they were all complete suckers, she'd decided. She did wonder if she was easier on Zach than she was on Desi, but she didn't see it if she were. Honestly, though, she was actually shocked at the answer Chris gave their daughter. She hadn't expected him to just give in, obviously, since he couldn't in fact do so at the moment, but she had thought he'd attempt to placate the toddler somewhat. Instead, he told her to ask Damien and Marina, and was rewarded with a horrible pout. Ada wrinkled her nose and tried not to smile at how utterly distraught Desi was. She was used to getting her way, after all.
spaceThe blonde was attempting to right the tablecloth her son had tugged in an attempt to grab something his father had moved out of reach when Rick approached the table. Before she could even do so much as offer him a hello, he asked Chris if he were a vampire. Ada paled, mouth dropping open slightly in shock. The Ravenclaw had known her husband for all of a couple hours, how in Merlin's name had he figured that out? Before she or Chris could even form a response, though, the child in his lap saw fit to respond instead.
spaceNormally shy, Desiree's interest had been peaked by the word 'vampire,' one she was very familiar with but knew that she was absolutely not supposed to say around anyone. The toddler stared up at Rick with wide eyes, a finger going to her lips. "Shhhhhhhhhh!" she said, a perfect imitation of her mother shushing her when she wanted her to be quiet. Immediately after, though, she seemed to remember herself, and she turned in her dad's arms and buried her face against his shoulder, arms reaching around his neck. Blue eyes stared at her mother. "He said it!" she declared. Ada didn't quite know what to do. She was pretty sure Desi's response had answered Rick's question for him.
space"Ahem," the Hufflepuff coughed. She had absolutely no idea how Chris would want to handle this. It wasn't like it happened very often, after all. She certainly hadn't expected it tonight. At their own wedding, where they'd been the center of attention, yes, obviously. But why was Rick paying enough attention to the two of them to've noticed all of that? Part of her wanted to remove the kids from the delicate situation they'd found themselves in and leave Chris to handle Rick, since she didn't figure there was anything she could do or say to help. But that felt an awful lot like abandoning him, which she couldn't do. Besides, if something happened, Merlin forbid, she wanted to be right there. Not that she thought anything would, but you could never be sure... Except if something happened, she didn't want her kids in the middle of that. Dammit, what the hell was she supposed to do? Unsure, she reached out, her hand resting on her husband's forearm. "Chris...?" The unspoken spoken question of 'what do you want to do?' hung in the air between them, brown eyes glancing from him to Rick and back again, unsure. Well, it was just Rick, after all. The only reason he'd been out of the loop so long was that they weren't particularly close. She thought Damien might be the only one in their year who really knew him all that well. Still, this couldn't be that bad, she reasoned.
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xxx❀ ❀ ❀ thínk σut l σ u d , sαч ít α g α í n
xxxxxx❀ ❀ ❀ tєll mє σ n є m σ r є t í m є
xxxxxxxxx❀ ❀ ❀ thαt чσu'll l í v є l σ s t ín mч є ч є s
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:34 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:59 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 12:48 pm
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson had been mostly listening to the conversations that had been happening around him. He remembered Damien and Marina from school, heck, he taught most of those attending the wedding, so he could understand the idea of being a bit weirded out by the idea of the kids you watched grow up getting married. And having kids, as apparently the two had spied another former student with kids. He blinked. He didn't know the young man, and young was right. He looked like he had just come from his final year at Hogwarts at the oldest, but Grayson didn't remember him at all from school. Maybe he was a student at another school, or he was a muggle? Heck, he could be a squib for all Grayson knew. In any case, he didn't remember the teen, and while it seemed odd, it wasn't like life didn't move on. He was living proof of that. "Umm, Amata, Ciaran, I hate to say this, but to be honest, kids grow up. How do you think I felt when I realized that it's been over a decade since I started teaching? Most of the students I've taught have graduated, and more come into Hogwarts all the time. I admit, it's a bit more disconcerting when you're close to the students, or in your case Ciaran, when you're the father, but I guess it's a fact of life."
Grayson took a sip of the rum and coke and made a face. Yeah, he would prefer ouzo to drink, but he doubted that they had any here. He did chuckle at Ciaran's exclamation of his own kids growing up right before his eyes. "Ciaran, best thing about wanting kids. If you really want to enjoy them when they're young, remember that sometimes your kids have their own kids. My mum and dad were more than happy to hand Joel's care off to me so that the can play doting grandparents, even though they're his aunt and uncle. If and when your kids do have kids of your own, you can probably get away with spoiling them rotten. Plus, added benefit of not having to worry about discipline."
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Location: Edgeworth Estate
Thinking: Wow, I didn't think Amata and Ciaran would be this worked up about a couple of students graduating. Maybe I'm just odd that way.
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 4:03 pm
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𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔫𝔦, 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔚ales 𝔑ational 𝔔uidditch 𝔗eam 𝔅eater
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Height: 5’8” ☣ Weight: 192lbs ☣ Age: 22
The Wedding
Summer 2029
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”Uuuggh,” Dominic groaned softly and leaned back in his seat as his bulging belly threatened to rip off the buttons of his suit. He patted the growl of a digesting stomach and pressed a small kiss to the side of Gracie's cheeks. Eve had disappeared shortly after racing through her meal; he'd never seen her eat so fast, but he insisted she finish eating before letting her run off to play with Melody, whom, apparently, she spent some time with in the orphanage. Before he could really wonder (or press Gracie for more answers,) he decided he'd antagonize Ada the next chance he could. If anyone knew why Michelle's apparent little sister had been hidden away at Wools, it would be her. ”Why don't you go see your family?” Dominic insisted, having crossed eyes with Mister McHalen at one point, and although it wasn't terribly unfriendly, it wasn't exactly the happiest, “good to see you, never-gonna-be-good-enough-for-my-neice, Montague.” Well, at least he didn't knock her up like Cameron did Elli, but Kory's a cute little baby. Almost three now, isn't he? It was hard to imagine so much time had passed...
Idly, Dominic stood with both hands shoved awkwardly in his trouser pockets. Right now, Damien was beside Marina, the two positively glowing, and he thought it wise not to ruin it so soon. Besides, best not to cause too much trouble until he can give his Best Man Speech, he'll never have another chance at it again. Unless Damien gets remarried (and honestly, Dominic could see it happening—with Marina—of course. That bloody twit would just divorce her only to end up marrying her a second time.) Several yards away, he spotted Nell and Rose curled against one another with a glass of wine in hand. And underfoot, babies, so many babies. It made his heart flutter. Half happiness, half anxiety; where was Eve, anyway? He'd given her a short talk just before arriving, to be courteous, and remember her manners. But would she listen? He ran a hand through his short hair, adjusted the snug buttons of his suit and meandered along to find Chris and Ada, along with the twins, Zach and Desi...and Rick. He almost didn't even see him there. Hm... ”'Ellooo Zachary, heeey Desiree,” he waved enthusiastically, bright eyes shining along with his grin as he greeted the children first, a customary tradition for him. More like a rule. ”Ada, Chris, lovely night, isn't it?” he greeted each in turn after straightening his posture to match the other adults. But bloody Merlin in all seven hells, all he wanted to do was reach out both arms and say “gimmie” until the nearest toddler was directed into his hands to hold. Instead, he turned to Rick and nodded promptly. ”Rick, nice to see you out of your office.” It did seem to be the only time he saw Rick; he used to tag along with Grace to her potioneer's office, and sometimes they crossed paths with Drage. It bothered him at first, that he was friends with his girlfriend. But at least he wasn't Virgil; as long as it's not that damn menace, Dom'll deal with it. Completely oblivious to the elephant in the room, he continued to grin happily as he said, ”So, what are you lot discussing?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:35 pm
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor │ third year │ pureblood
Pru was disappointed to find herself at the awkward stage where she was too old to be seen running around the gardens, but too young to linger very long at any of the table to listen in on the adults's conversations. There was also the matter of this being her stepbrother- now that was odd to think about's- wedding. While she knew and liked Damien, and really, could have had far worse in the elder step sibling department, she didn't really know the bride, Marina, or about half the wedding guests. So while she was happy for the couple, she didn't really know what to do after she was done eating. She got up and wandered instead, glad the reception was outside and not indoors. While she liked her new home, especially because she now had her own bathroom, she still didn't like spending much time inside if she could help it, especially not when the grounds were this large. It was almost like a mini Hogwarts, she thought fondly.
After a while, though, she'd walked as much as she could without straying too far from the festivities, and rejoined the crowd, keeping an eye out for Caty. Female cousins had to stick together, after all, especially when they'd coordinated their outfits. Maybe it wasn't 'cool' of her, and maybe it wasn't something most teenagers would want to do, but she adored her little cousin. She spotted the younger girl conversing with a blond boy she knew was the younger brother of Ada, one of the friends of Damien and Marina. His name was something like Bastian, she was pretty sure. She crept up to the children, fighting a grin. "Conspiring to get a pet from my mum, are we?" she asked in mock seriousness.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:43 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sɪxᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Pʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛ
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Kenny sighed as he watched the reception. He really didn't know anyone but the Edgeworths at this reception, and his own family, but that was it. Beyond that, well, he couldn't say who else he could talk to. Then again, he was certain that he and Rhys were avoiding talking to pretty much everyone. Currently the younger of the two was reading a book he managed to sneak out of Uncle Wesley's library. Kenny had to wonder sometimes if his younger brother would have made a good thief, but the older of the two didn't want to put Rhys in that position. Especially considering the fact that he knew just how much trouble being a thief really was. Stealing another look around the reception, Kenny did a facepalm. Aunt Andi was over near the bar, apparently getting pissed. Which meant that someone should stop her before she made a fool of herself. So far, Kenny was the only one to notice.
Giving Rhys a pat on the shoulder, Kenny loosened the tie around his neck (not exactly caring that that wasn't acceptable) and made his way over to Andi. He was hoping that Marina's relatives didn't notice his aunt's inebriation, but that would take a miracle. He crossed his arms as he got to Andi, a frown marring his features. "Umm, Aintín. I think you might be drinking too much. You might want to slow down." She could ignore him, or she might listen, He wasn't sure. He didn't interact with his aunt as much as with Siobhan, and she certainly never got drunk in public places.
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Thinking: Oh dear lord, please don't let her cause a scene...
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[x]    
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:49 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ★ Eıgħт Yeαяš Ołđ ★ Looking Adorable at the Edgeworth's with Caty xxxғeelιngxxx Curious xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Soooo many people!!! ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
Lıνıи' м ø κ ø נ υ м в ı e ☼ ☼ ☼xxxxxxxxxxxx
A¢яøšš α ω ħ ı я ł ı и' š e α ☼ ☼ ☼xxxxxxxxx
Ređ яυввłe ıиα gøłđeи ħıłł ☼ ☼ ☼xxxxxx
Heч иøω ħανe чøυ ħ α đ ч ø υ я f ı ł ł ? ☼ ☼ ☼xxx
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spaceSebastian's eyes went wide when she said that her daddy had baked a cake for Mr. and Mrs. Edgeworth's wedding. Her dad baked? The blond boy grinned; he liked knowing people who baked. People who baked gave him sweets. Or gave sweets to people who would give him sweets, like Rose and his sister. "That's really awesome!" he told her. His mum never let him help her when she baked; she said that he made too much of a mess. It was part of why he liked helping his dad in the garden so much. No one ever worried about how dirty he got then; he just had to clean up after, which he was okay with. He didn't really like taking baths all that much, but he did like bubbles, and there were worse things than being clean.
spaceThe eight year old's expression grew thoughtful when she answered his question about the puppy. He didn't want to lie to Mr. Edgeworth's wife! She seemed like a pretty nice lady from what he'd seen, and he didn't like lying much in general. He had to do it, sometimes, mostly with Aunt Hanna and her husband, or his dad's family, because none of them knew that Chris was a vampire. But he never lied about anything else; lying was wrong! "Hm, I could do that, but I'd have to wait 'til December," he mused. If he did that, he wouldn't be lying, the child reasoned. His birthday was December 14th; maybe Siobhan would let him have a puppy for his birthday. "I'm not really sad about Petra being old; she just can't play anymore like she used to. And Dad said... well, she's really old. He doesn't know how much longer 'til she... you know. I figure I'll be sad then. But right now I just want a puppy. Puppies are fun!" Bastian didn't really want to wait until Petra actually died to get a new puppy; but, he wouldn't be sad until then, and he wasn't going to act sad just to get a dog. And he didn't really want her to just give him one; mostly he just wanted Siobhan to talk his parents into letting him have one.
spaceThe appearance of the older girl made Bastian stand up straighter, a frown forming on his face. She said 'my mum', so she must be one of Mrs. Edgeworth's kids. That made her Damien's sister, now that Mr. Edgeworth was married to the woman. He didn't speak, eyes going wide as he stared up at the girl. She sounded like she was going to tattle on him or something, which he didn't quite understand, because he hadn't really been doing anything wrong. But he didn't want to get in trouble. The boy blushed faintly; he wasn't misbehaving! He was actually being a lot better than he had at Ada and Chris' wedding, in fact! He'd been whining about his shoes by now at theirs, and he hadn't complained about his stupid bowtie a single time tonight. But maybe the girl didn't like people trying to get animals from her Mum for some reason; that was sort of weird, since Siobhan owned the pet shop. But she sounded very serous, and he didn't know her very well, so he didn't want to say anything to make her mad.
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xxx☼ ☼ ☼ Dαи¢ıи' ¢øмeš и α т υ я α ł ł ч
xxxxxx☼ ☼ ☼ Tø тħøše ωħø ł e т ı т в e
xxxxxxxxx☼ ☼ ☼ Jıиgłe-נαиgłe αиđ α נυšт g ı ν e ı и
xxxxxxxxxxxx☼ ☼ ☼ Heч мαи, α я e ч ø υ ł ı š т e и ı и ' ?
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 10:26 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ grαчsσn pσwєll ♥ Looking Lovely at the Edgeworth's with Ciaran, Grayson xxxғeelιngxxx Conflicted xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ How can it have been ten years??? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
thє rαín ís f α l l í n ' σn mч wíndσwpαnєs დ დ დxxxxxxxxxxxx
вut wє αrє h í d í n g ín α s α f є r p l α c є დ დ დxxxxxxxxx
undєr cσvєrs stαчíng d r ч αnd w α r m დ დ დxxxxxx
чσu gívє mє f є є l í n g s thαt í α d σ r є დ დ დxxx
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spaceAmata couldn't help but shake her head at Ciaran's complaints about the ages of his own children. Personally, she imagined it'd be even worse if they'd been adopted as newborns, given that he'd have to watch them literally go from babies to adults; she had no idea how Siobhan was coping so well with the fact that her eldest had just graduated. Actually, no, that was a lie, she knew exactly what it was. She was fairly certain that the woman was forcibly refusing to focus on Jarlath's being an adult, and instead funneling all her attention onto her new stepson and his lovely bride... Specifically, speculating how long it'd be before they made her a grandmother. Amata had no doubts that the woman was eagerly awaiting the day she found out the pair were expecting. It'd mean a new baby for her to coddle and spoil. Merlin, though, that didn't help Amata in the slightest, because it just reminded her of the fact that she was presently at the wedding of two of her former students, and that the odds were good that they would in fact have a child sooner or later. She blinked oddly. "Dear lord, I'm practically going to be a great aunt to their kids," she said, gesturing to the newly married couple, expression no less bewildered than it had been over realizing Adalaide was now a mother. The fact that she was an honorary member of the Lowery clan meant that she would almost certainly end up seeing plenty of any children the pair had. She shook her head faintly at the realization.
spaceThe blonde's eyes narrowed on Grayson as he spoke; she huffed faintly, but found herself pursing her lips to try and keep them from curving into a grin. Her efforts were in vain; the corners still managed to curl upward. "Oh, you just have to be the reasonable one, don't you?" she asked, grabbing a napkin off the table and lightly smacking her boyfriend's shoulder with it. Honestly, the one time the man had sense enough to pay attention to the world around him, it had to be so that he could ruin her moment of acting melodramatic over her students being adults. Honestly, what was wrong with the man? She did manage a snort at his comments on wanting children, and the subject of grandchildren. The bookworm's reference to his cousin made her snort, and she rolled her eyes. "I do wish you'd let my mother lay claim to the boy as well," she said wistfully. "It wouldn't be that bad for him. There are worse things than being bored to tears, and it'd save us the trouble of her constantly pestering us over the issue." She was, of course, joking; she wouldn't inflict that torture on the poor kid. Besides, she doubted very highly if her mum would let her get away with trying to placate her over a lack of proper grandchildren with her boyfriend's cousin. Meredith actually thought that perhaps Joel would make them realize they actually did want kids... perish the thought. Thankfully, Grayson had no such desires. She supposed if something happened, they wouldn't be out of sorts over it, but neither of them wanted to have a kid, which was nice. At least it meant that they could present a unified front when her mother started in on her.
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xxxდ დ დ ít stαrts ín mч t σ є s, mαkєs mє c r í n k l є mч n σ s є
xxxxxxდ დ დ w h є r є v є r ít gσєs, í α l w α ч s knσw
xxxxxxxxxდ დ დ thαt чσu mαkє mє s m í l є, plєαsє s t α ч fσr α w h í l є
xxxxxxxxxxxxდ დ დ just t α k є чσur t í m є , w h є r є v є r чσu gσ
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 9:48 am
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Something’s happening to me and you;
Lighting up the night brighter than the moon...
I couldn't stop it even if we wanted to!
Tell me I’m not dreaming-
Uh oh, I’m out of my depth-
Struggling to breathe, got to catch my breath!
A little voice saying yes yes yes...
I can hear the sirens screaming,
When you touch me, when you hold me.
M A R I N A
E U G E N I E
E D G E W O R T H
FORMER SLYTHERIN │ PROUD HALFBLOOD │ AUROR │ NEWLYWED
Marina snickered, but hid it behind a hand, and muttered, "You think they're bad? Do you know my parents- or more specifically, my mother? She's already telling me to make sure any children of ours have siblings." She knew her parents, while they had had their hands full enough with her as a child, had wished they'd been able to give her a younger brother or sister. Marina was honestly a little glad that hadn't been the case. There was no doubt in her mind she would not have been the best elder sister, especially after being used to being so attention spoiled as a little girl. Hell, she'd barely got along with her own cousins on the rare occasions she'd seen them growing up. Luckily, they weren't here today, and she doubted they would have wanted to or even had the time to come anyways. The majority of them were older than her, and by now already married, with families and jobs of their own.
Her aunts, her mother's three elder sisters, as well as her surviving grandmother were all here, most likely gossiping in French at their table about the wedding and more importantly, the guests. They were all aware of the existence of the magical world, though their spouses and children were not. That didn't mean they had any great love for it, but they'd been cordial enough, so Marina didn't particularly care what they thought of any of it. She knew her tante Justine had murmured something about 'quick to marry, quick to divorce' at some point, but Marina had overheard it while she and Damien walked past the table to take their seats for dinner. They still didn't know she understood French as well as she did. She'd just rolled her eyes to herself and not even glanced their way, not about to let it ruin her wedding reception. Her aunts and grandmother could be viciously judgmental, but were ultimately harmless, and they had put their feelings aside to attend, if not for her own sake, then for the sake of her mother. Marina hoped there could be some sort of reconciliation between her mother and her family tonight, as they were all sitting at the same table. At the very least, she prayed her dad didn't say anything stupid.
She felt the warm heat in her cheeks and neck as Damien looked her up and down with a grin. "There'll be plenty of pictures, don't worry," she teased, and her amused expression softened as he complimented for what was not the first and probably not going to be the last time that night. "And you look extremely striking yourself," she said with a meaningful smile, hoping he never, ever shaved that stubble. Because... really. She was extremely excited for her wedding night, to say the least, even if they weren't leaving on their honeymoon until September, after the summer rush of wand buying was over. She was pretty sure she'd be able to get the time off, after all. And besides, by that time plenty of tourists should be gone home and returned to work, so they wouldn't have to deal with that. She hoped Greece would be lovely that time of year.
I don’t care, I’m in too deep,
You’re like a riptide dragging me away!
Adrenaline kicking and my heartbeat thumping...
Riptide underneath the waves-
Hold on tight, 'cause it’s the start of something-
Gotta love this riptide!
Nothing's ever gonna feel so fine.
I finally found a little piece of paradise;
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 11:43 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 12:23 pm
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αɢє 9 | αםvєитυяєя | вαкєя | ғυтυяє нσɢωαятs sтυםєит
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ﻬஐ Caty nodded energetically at Bastian's shout in total agreement. She didn't always get to help with her Da's baking or cooking at his shop because he said that it could get very hot and sticky but since she had been getting bigger he had been letter her do small things like making flowers or other decorations with fondant and even writing the names in icing! "Thanks! My Da owns his own candy shop back in Ireland and I get to help! Well, sometimes. I'm still not big or old enough to do too much, but I do get to do taste testing sometimes!" she told her new friend almost smelling the sugary sweet smells of the shop. Taste testing day was hers, her brothers, practically her entire family's favorite day because her Da would bring home all types of candies and sweets and pastries and ask them to eat it so he could see which ones he should sell or not. It was awesome! Even if she sometimes got way too hyper from all the sugar and "crashed" like her Daddy said she did. Maybe she could send some of the stuff from his next tasty day to Bastian. If more people tasted it and liked it then it was sure to sell even more at his shop right?
As the little girl was thinking about borrowing an owl as well as wondering what address she would even have to put on the package, the boy spoke up saying he'd rather not ask for the puppy until December as well as his reasoning as to why he wanted the puppy in the first place. Which she totally agreed with! Puppies were cute, funny, and were always wanting to play, the were the funnest animals at the shop! But if what he said was true about their old dog, then she didn't have much time left and December was an awfully long time away. "Well maybe if you tell my Auntie what you told me she'd give you a puppy. Oo! And be sure to add a big pout like this!" The little girl made her eyes bigger and jutted out her lower lip not enough to be comical but enough that it trembled just a little and clasped her hands in front of her almost like she was saying a prayer. If she had really been trying she could have gotten a little bit of tears in the corner of her eyes.
Caty fell out of her dramatics as Pru came over and asked if they were trying to get a pet from her Mum in a really serious tone that she knew was faked. When her cousin got serious it was very obvious, she could even be a little scary. "Yeah, a puppy. My friend Bastian's dog Petra is old and gonna die soon and he wants a puppy before it happens so that it doesn't hurt too much so we're trying to figure out a way Aunt Siobhan would give him one. I said if he told her it was his birthday she might do it but it isn't 'til December and she might not make it that long. Then I thought that maybe if he asked really really nicely with a big pout like you taught me she might do it. Do you have any ideas Pru?" Caty asked her with a smile not even bothering to lie. Why lie about this when the older girl might have ideas?! Out the corner of her eye she spotted Kenny going over to their Aunt Andi who was hanging by the bar (which was a really silly word to call it since it looked nothing like candy. "Is Aintín ok? She looks a little sad." she asked Pru worried about her normally upbeat aunt.ஐﻬ
Now, think of the happiest things.
It's the same as having wings
Let's all try it, just once more
Look! We're rising off the floor
Jiminy! Oh my! We can fly! |
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 9:01 pm
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor │ third year │ pureblood
Pru could tell the little blond boy had no idea she was joking, from the frown on his face and his wide eyes. Though not a very imposing physically, Pru crouched down anyways, smoothing the skirt of her dress, grass brushing her knees to be less intimidating. She smiled at the mention of a puppy, though her expression fell at the mention of a dying dog. "Oh, well, tha' must be sad," she tried to say gently, though she had no idea what the full picture was here or if Bastian was even that bothered by it. Some children were heartbroken when a pet died, some were far less affected. She wasn't about to judge a bloody eight year old either way, though, so she supposed it didn't matter. Still, she'd have to be careful to make no promises. His parents might feel very differently about getting a new job, and she was supposed to be the responsible older cousin.
"Caty," she cautioned, though she was smiling a little, "You know my mum can't jus' give out pets. It's a big responsibility- but a pout might help, yes," she agreed with a laugh. "I think if your parents were okay with it, it might hep even more, Bastian," she suggested to the boy. "After all, you don't want a dog jus' to have to give it back. But what sor' of dog do you think you would want?" Her legs ached- she sat down on the ground, cross legged. "A big one? A little one? Fluffy? One that barks a lot or rarely ever?" At Caty's question she looked around, confused, then spotted what the little girl was talking about. Their aunt was getting herself drunk, from the looks of it, though hopefully Kenny was interceding in time before she was too out of it. Pru pursed her lips momentarily in disapproval before chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I think she is a little sad, you're right. But Kenny is with her, so maybe he can help." She felt bad for her older cousin, but grateful to him for stepping in. This sort of thing more irritated than concerned her- she;d likely just make things worse.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
So let me see you smile again. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 9:17 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ Mαяıиα Ałđяeđ ♥ Looking Dashing in the Garden with Mari xxxғeelιngxxx Ecstatic xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This actually happened. ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
If тıмe ¢øυłđ š т ø ρ, ħøω ¢αи I мακe тħıš м ø я e ρ ø e т ı ¢ ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxxxxx
Wħeи тħeяe'š и ø т ħ ı и g мøяe ρ α т ħ e т ı ¢ тø вe šαıđ? ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxx
Yøυ вяıиg мe ø υ т, šħøω мe ł ı g ħ т ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxx
I'м š ø я я ч ıf I ħ ı đ e, I'м тøø α f я α ı đ тø łøøκ ı и š ı đ e ✥ ✥ ✥xxx
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spaceDamien gave an over-dramatic shudder at Mari's mention of her parents, unable to keep the smile off his face as he did it. "You don't have to tell me; I've been waiting for her to corner me all night. She had this look on her face when she arrived earlier... It was almost predatory," he replied, glancing over in the couple's direction as he spoke. "But, siblings? One grandchild isn't enough, then? I suppose we should be grateful that they apparently want to spread out the spoiling." Honestly, Damien had no idea what he really wanted as far as children went, aside from the fact that he knew he wanted to be a father. He hadn't really considered numbers or genders or anything of that nature. Though, now that he thought about it, he was somewhat worried about having a daughter... Seeing Chris with Desiree, and even Dominic with Eve, he wasn't entirely sure he would survive it. He found himself picturing an adorable little girl with Mari's wild hair and sweet brown eyes... Dear Merlin, he'd be wrapped around the child's finger in an instant.
spaceWell, that was a conversation for another night, he figured. If nothing else, he didn't want to start worrying about kids until after the Summer was over. He'd like to actually get to enjoy a proper honeymoon. When they'd originally picked the wedding date, he would've been able to take the next couple of weeks off for it, but with his taking over Ollivander's in Diagon, there was no hope for that. Which wasn't a terribly big deal, he supposed. If nothing else, the income from the busy season would be a nice bit of spending money for the trip.
spaceThe Slytherin couldn't help but grin and roll his eyes at the blush that filled her cheeks. Really? They'd been together since they were fourteen. They were married (which probably wouldn't really sink in for some time, he knew, but that was beside the point). He was fairly certain he'd told her how beautiful she was every single day since they'd moved in together, and he probably hadn't missed very may days before that. But she still managed to turn pink when he said it. Unbelievable. "How many of pictures do you think qualifies as 'plenty,' exactly? Because honestly if it's not enough to wallpaper a room I'm not sure we agree on that," he said, only half-joking. Actually, the idea of a room covered entirely in photos of her was two parts amusing, one part tempting. Impractical, sure, but that didn't make him like it any less. Well, maybe just wallpapered at about eye-level. Having them down towards the floor or up near the ceiling would be a waste, after all. Not that he was seriously considering it, but still, it was a rather funny thought.
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xxx✥ ✥ ✥ Yøυ ¢αяяч т я υ т ħ αиđ мακe мe š м ı ł e
xxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ If ıт ωeяe ч ø υ α и đ м e тøиıgħт
xxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ I ωøυłđ т α м e тħe š т α я š
xxxxxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ αиđ šανe тħe в я ı g ħ т e š т øиe føя ч ø υ
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