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 Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:18 am
"You must have just been a horrid child your mother hated and didn't want to spend a nickel on so she ruined holidays for you," ViVi said brightly, ignoring his comment about how St. Patrick's day was celebrated often in the states which Sophie merely gave him a level glance before getting up and pouring herself a glass of whiskey and let her cousin and sister take over the conversation. It was far more her taste anyways. "Vivienne!" Christina gasped half horrified at her cousin's statement not even noticing her sister getting up. "What?" ViVi said sticking out her tongue. "Don't act all mature and boring on me. You totally were thinking the same thing. Anyways, you're not going to make those little runts your growing be subjected to that are you? Well, one Aunt Annabelle would totally not allow it as she plans to spoil them rotten and I totally am going to get them the niftiest things ever. Ooh! I can get them hooked on hockey and teach them how to ice skate and ski and such. It'll be fun. I'll be their favotite aunt ever!""They're your first cousins once removed..." Sophie muttered, before taking a long drink of the glass she held. "Close enough!" ViVi said, with a shrug before going on with a flourish, "It isn't like I have any siblings to ever get to play cool aunt to their kids so I'll settle for these. Anyways, loved kids have birthdays and Christmases, and since these kids obviously are going to be loved and adored properly they get holidays." ViVi was chattering on about all sorts of holiday celebrations and traditions, somewhere slipping into French for a moment and then back to English as she spoke about her father dressing up as Santa one year or something. Granted the guy was Québécois and only spoke French as far as Chrissy or Sophie had ever heard mention. However, the conversation had been turned to the more serious question that had left Chrissy somewhat horrified and Bréaniann going on with praising Chrissy and then his plans to at the very least make her as happy as a 'woman like her' deserved and then went on to add that no plans were set in stone and offered to recite what Chrissy and he had planned in regards to their relationship. Sophie raised a brow and said, "I see... so you plan to visit regularly here then since I assume you two still plan to live separately...?" She paused, before falling silent. A small frown on her face when ViVi spoke up breaking the building silence, "Oh, speaking of future planning, your Mom wanted me to ask Bréaniann exactly how long he plans to keep her grandchildren 'technical bastards'."Sophie glanced at ViVi, covering her mouth and shaking her head at the question, while Christina dropped her head to the table and said, "Please tell me... right... Mom would say something like that." Still sounding slightly horrified she waved a hand, head still on the table, and said, "Ignore my cousin, apparently all those chemicals and magic that goes into changing her hair color constantly apparently seeped into her brain and robbed her of any common decency."--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- << OoC >>
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 4:13 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn shook his head at what Vivienne had said, a small chuckle as he replayed it in his head. Then looking at her, he played it off, a small smile on his face. "Hey, maybe you're right. Because I don't know how she dealt with me. I was all over t'e place when I was a child. She often couldn't find me, due to the fact that I had spent a lot of time outside. I must of been horrid," he said aloud, not really caring about talking about how horrid of a child he really was. He wasn't horrid by any means, but of course, he also wasn't afraid to make fun of himself either, due to the fact that his confidence in himself allowed him to.
He smiled as Vivienne had exchanged a few things with Christina, claiming that Christina was thinking to the same thing...to which Bréanainn gave a small nod to...because she very would've said that. And when he met Christina's gaze, he smiled. "What? When we first me, you would've said somet'in' similar," he joked, winking at Christina. Finally looking back at Vivienne, he shook his head. "No, o' course I wouldn't subject t'em to t'at. It definitely gets extremely borin' when you don't. And let me be t'e first to say, I'd personally be okay wit' t'em learning hockey actually. A few years back, I went to a game in Stockholm, Sweden between the New York Rangers and t'e Los Angeles Kings. What a great time t'at was. Looks like a lot o' fun too." Bréanainn wouldn't be lying if he said that he wanted to learn to play. Hockey looked like a lot of fun. Bréanainn preferred football, but of course hockey probably took third, due to the fact it was high paced an full of the most amazing plays.
He went back to eating while there was a dialogue exchanged between Sophie and Vivienne. Vivienne had as expected taken another small swipe at him, claiming loved children had birthdays, which although was true, that didn't take in the fact that his mother didn't like to celebrate them herself. Just was a personal decision and she tried to pass that on to her kids. Of course, he and his half-brother did celebrate each others birthdays nowadays...just because it was out of respect.
As the conversation got a bit more serious, Sophie seemed to take more of the reins on it. Sophie just seemed serious by nature and it was only natural that she be the one to lead that sort of conversation, because it seemed the other three were hardly ever serious. "Well...only if you all will have me o' course," he told Sophie, not wanting to overstay his welcome. That was an easy way to become disliked. He of course would ask...and not just show up unannounced, for that would be rude on his part.
What came next had caused him to shake his head a bit, but he grew a little more serious than he was before. The question Vivienne asked had been a little badly worded and could've easily been phrased differently. But, he kept cool however and his seriousness faded a bit. Chrissy had told him to ignore her, but he would say a little something. "You know, my brot'er is 'technically' a child born of unmarried parents. I don't recall his favorite aunt...well...our only aunt ever callin' him t'at," he said jokingly, absolutely no venom within his voice. He remained as calm as he could, despite the reactions of the sisters, who both seemed relatively horrified by what their cousin had said. Composure was certainly a trait in which a former Quidditch Keeper had mastered. Just making those key saves at key moments always led to it. "Despite how wonderfully worded t'at question was...the point she is making is legitimate and t'e answer is one t'at can not be given just yet." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:01 pm
Sophie replied with a sigh setting down her now empty glass, "It's not my place to stay. Besides, my..." she paused and glanced at Chrissy before glancing back to Bréanainn and continuing, "...lifestyle, for lack of a better term, isn't exactly the best for infants to be around. Or not regularly. Most likely children as well."Chrissy stared at her sister and opened her mouth about to protest when Sophie held up a hand and said with a shrug, "I mean it is about time I move out of living with my family... and I'm sure if I can't find something suitable in time Jason would let me stay with him if all else fails. It isn't that big of a deal.""You would randomly stay at some guys place instead of..." Chrissy began. "You and Professor Hill are totally banging aren't you two? I mean he's old but meh... you always did have weird taste.""That is hardly the case, Christina," Sophie replied dryly as the conversation moved on to the status of whether the twins would be bastards and the fact the question was something that time would tell. Sophie sighed and ViVi spoke up changing the subject on Sophie moved out., "Well it is good that you two are actually considering showing some maturity for once. Anyways, we should do gifts then, right? Chrissy let me in on what she plans to name the runts! Well she hasn't got a middle name for the girl yet but not everyone has a middle name after all."--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- << OoC >>
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 8:00 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn listened to her for a moment, confused as to what the woman was saying. 'It's not my place to stay'? What exactly had she been getting at. It was partially her home as well...so how would it not be her place to stay: right? What came next surprised him a bit, mostly because it caught him off guard. He felt like it really had been his fault that the girl wanted to move out...well...it was, because he made the kids that were causing her to want to move...but what lifestyle did she mean? What lifestyle could possibly be so unsuitable for the kids? Did she have a drinking problem...or maybe she had some kind of pent up aggression locked up within her? But, the thoughts stopped at that and he hadn't the slightest clue what it meant, nor would he ask either. That would be extremely intrusive of him.
Before he could say anything, Christina had given her own thoughts on the matter, asking if Sophie and Jason were 'banging', a word he never heard in that context, but he could easily infer what it was she meant by it. Must've been an American slang term, because he certainly never used that word like that. But then he realized who it was that Christina was speculating that Sophie was 'banging'. It was the grouchy plant guy...or whatever Christina called the man during the Sorting. That many had to be in at least his fourties...right? And Sophie was only in her mid twenties. Fifteen years seemed like an awfully large age gap, but hey, he wouldn't judge, nor was it his place to judge.
He just let everything go by, not saying much, that is, until Vivienne had changed the subject. Which was definitely a great idea on her part. Bréanainn already felt bad enough that he seemed to have put a rift between Sophie and Christina, or at least, that's what it seemed like to him. He could be completely wrong of course. Bréanainn would've felt even worse had he not bought Christina a small gift. It was hard trying to pick something out for the woman, due to the fact that her fashion was a little different from other woman. It wasn't extremely different, but it was enough to make it hard to buy something for her.
"Gifts sound nice...and t'at's because I believe I'm supposed to figure out an Irish middle name for her," he commented, a small smile on his face. "Of course, Chrissy would have to okay it, but I've got a few ideas already." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ OOC: Sorry, had to fix some weird thing on my post layout
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 10:58 pm
 Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn had been quite happy to stay with Chrissy for the weekend. After the chaos at Hogsmeade, Bréanainn spent the rest of his summer in America with Chrissy and the kids, along with Chrissy's mother too. It was a great time for him, for he hadn't been to America in the longest of times and it was especially great to see how much his kids had grown in the time in which they were separated. In summation, it was a great time with a lot of great people. But now the summer was over and classes had begun. They were about a month into the year and it was dragging a bit. He still enjoyed teaching, but it was starting to get repetitive for him, mainly because he had to teach the same thing year in and year out. However...what remained to be extremely fun was watching the kids succeed. And that enjoyment definitely overpowers the repetitive nature of teaching.
He walked up to the door of the Homestead, a smile on his face. He rang the doorbell, hoping that she wasn't running any errands in Hogsmeade. He told her what time he would be stopping by but he had been running a few minutes late. Standing there at her doorstep, he looked around at the surroundings, which had been rather recognizable to him by then, but it still was a nice atmosphere to say the least. ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:23 pm
 "Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Serious
❦Looking: Blonde and Beautiful
Currently it is Academic Year of 2030-2031xxx __________________________ Chrissy had arrived home to clean up and such or whatever needed done from ViVi staying and minding the house in her own way. She found, thankfully, not much had to be done. ViVi may pick her hair coloring from a crayon box and make Chrissy wonder if the girl was going to run off with a poltergeist claiming to be in love, but she was responsible. Though the comment of 'don't make more grandchildren for your maman, or do' was not necessary in regards to Chrissy spending the weekend alone with Bréanainn. At least ViVi was respectful enough to head over to stay with some friends for the weekend, even if she cackled and was on the boat, "When is he going to put a ring on it" that her mother had roped almost everyone onto.
Chrissy shook her head and when she heard the doorbell ring she paused at a mirror, fixed a stray strand of her blonde hair and then opened the door, kissing Bréanainn on the cheek, "Good afternoon. Hope you didn't get lost on the way," She joked, knowing he probably just apparated to the front door once inside Hogsmeade.
"Oh, Mary and Quinn made something for you!" Chrissy said brightly pulling out a letter her mother had sent and displaying two scribbles in crayon. "Okay, to be honest they aren't that great... and I'm not sure who made what but Mom said they were made especially for you, or at least Mary's was. She likes you better than me, heartbreaking to me, really," Chrissy added chuckling.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 2:49 am
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ He hadn't been waiting there for too long before Chrissy opened the door and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, to which he placed his hand on her back and reciprocated the notion along with hers. He cracked a big smile at her greetings, listening to her poke a little fun. "Well...good afternoon to you too," he said to her, taking off the light jacket that he had on. He didn't know what the weather had in store for them in case they wanted to go into Hogsmeade. He didn't exactly plan to do that though, but one never knows.
As he decided to walk in though, Chrissy had told him that the kids had made him something, much to his surprise. His attention almost immediate grabbed by it, he looked to what she had pulled out and was giving to him. A wide smile formed on his face as he looked at the scribbles, loving that the kids were the ones who drew it. He also got a particular amusement out of the fact that Mary liked him better. "I t'ink t'ey are both amazin'," he admitted to her, still looking at them. "Well...can you blame her? I mean...you know...I'm kind of a big deal." He said this jokingly with a teasing smile on his face. "I'm kidding of course...and besides, I'm sure Quinn likes his mother more." He said this with a smile while taking one of her hands in his.
"I already miss t'ose two. And of course, your mot'er is always fun to be around," he admitted to her, reminiscing on their past summer spent in Georgia. If he could go back there and be with his kids right then he honestly would, but he had obligations back in England and Chrissy's mother was raising them very well. Bréanainn knew the twins were in safe hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:25 pm
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Serious
❦Looking: Blonde and Beautiful
Currently it is Academic Year of 2030-2031xxx __________________________ Chrissy smiled as Bréanainn kissed her back and placed his hand at the small of her back. As they moved into the house and she showed off their kid's "artwork", she chuckled at Bréanainn's look of surprise and small bit of fatherly pride. It was cute. She was glad that he took a liking to the role of father so well, granted he was more part time father like she was only a part time mother since Chrissy's mother was doing most of the raising of the children. "And you're saying I'm not a big deal?" Chrissy challenged sticking out her tongue at him. "I mean look at me I'm fabulous. But, like you said, at least Quinn appreciates that. But he got my eyes and hair... well sort of, you know. We can play the 'let's match mommy's hair color' game which is fun. He's getting pretty good at it, you know, though thankfully he hasn't caused too much of an uproar doing it around town."
"So, let's see Mary's Daddy's little girl and Quinn is his mother's little boy?" Chrissy laughed shaking her head before looking back at the pictures, "I still haven't a clue what they are trying to draw. Maybe they'll be future abstract artists and make a load of money that way." She handed over the scribbles to Bréanainn and asked while teasing him, "Want them for your office? I'm not sure but I don't think Lullaby would appreciate our kids' artwork as much as you seem to. Of course, I'm just going to tell all your students it was just your attempt to draw a house or something and not your son and daughter's."
She was chuckling and added, "Yeah, I miss them too, a little bit. They've grown out of the crying all the time or like four times a night or something, thankfully." She then frowned for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Is my mother fun to be around? I don't know... still weird to be home occasionally though, I mean if it wasn't for Mary and Quinn there with Ma I'd be happy to never go back... which reminds me, not that I exactly encourage it, but it is kind of weird you never bothered to ask about that. Though that would be a real downer of a conversation, trust me," She added shaking her head and rolling her eyes which grew ever so slightly darker as she had mentioned not wanting to go back to Georgia, before she half-changed the subject, "Anyways, what is your big plans for this weekend, Mr. Conri?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:43 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ "Oh...I'm not saying you aren't a big deal. Just not as big as I am of course," he said in complete jest before shaking his head. "Okay...okay, you're a bigger deal than me." He gave her a boyish smile before looking around the girl's house for a few seconds. He had spent quite a bit of time there and he knew that the girl's usually left it very clean and he wasn't surprised to find it that way. Looking back to her to talk about Quinn, he found some amusement in the game the two played together, because Quinn had inherited his mothers metamorphagus ability. "I'm actually kind of glad one of our kids inherited your ability. It is certainly a fun one." He certainly wished he was born with it, but he never voiced that to Christina.
He nodded and laughed along with her as she concluded that Mary was daddy's little girl and Quinn was his mothers. "I have no idea eit'er," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he took them from her hands. "I'll take t'em for my office." He said it proudly, knowing that they would both be going on his desk. Despite the fact he had no idea what they were. "And I also wouldn't expect any less from you." He laughed at the idea of a student coming in and legitimately thinking that it was him who drew it. He knew if some kid had gone in there and asked about them...well, he knew who put them up to it.
He nodded along as she mutually reciprocated the notion that she missed the kids. The conversation got the slightest dark as Christina asked if her mother really was fun to be around. He nodded gently of course, but he also did find it surprising the woman never wanted to go back to America if their kids wasn't there. "I find her fun to be around sometimes. She never was mean to me...but t'en again, t'at may be t'at Sout'ern hospitality you told me about," he said, a calm smile on his face. He also got that 'when are you going to marry my daughter' speech, which was always an interesting talk and one that he had certainly thought about.
"I never asked because it seemed like somet'in' t'at you would bring up yourself in due time. And you don't have to talk about until you want to eit'er," he said to her with a casual smile, looking into her eyes to see her eyes had grown darker, which he learned early on was an indicator on her mood. "And my plans for t'is weekend are really just to spend time wit' a beautiful and amazing woman...what are your plans?" He said it to see if he could get her mind off of why exactly she didn't want to go back to America. Because it obviously bothered her. ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 6:10 pm
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Serious
❦Looking: Blonde and Beautiful
Currently it is Academic Year of 2030-2031xxx __________________________ "Oh yes, Mr. I am a Professional Quidditch Player," Chrissy joked to Bréanainn, "Please go on about how you are such a big deal again. And of course I am a bigger deal than you, I'm good looks and brains, you're just looks." She smirked at her teasing, sticking out her tongue at him and then chuckling as he admired the metamorphagus ability, "Fun is one way to put it. I like to think it is useful at the very least. I mean look at me? How many other guys can claim he has the perfect woman for all occasions to call his own." She twirled around and went through a few colors of hair before returning to her blonde, "In the mood for a brunette? You got it. Fiery redhead? Pfft... I have that. Something a little darker like black? Or of course my original blonde."
"As for my mother, she hasn't said 'bless yer heart' now has she? Or not that often to you?" Chrissy asked. "We Southerners aren't all sugar, we just have nicer ways to insult people than others, but I'm sure you are fine. Mom loves you, she really does. I'm sure I've told you that already, though," She ended with a happy little hum when she paused as he said he never asked and thought that the subject of her family's past she would bring up eventually. "I... We've been dating how long now? Or we might as well be, I don't think we bothered to officially label it though everyone does for us, anyways..." She sighed, "It's just weird you haven't asked ever. I mean, I appreciate it, but it does seem that we're just like we were when we were just fooling around and now with the kids..."
She let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Sorry, being serious and mature about relationships were never my strong suit. I've been listening to mom too much probably: you know every time she talks to me she is all 'when are you two getting married' not that I'm saying I want to necessarily or..." She shuddered, "Anyways, what was that about your plans this weekend. What beautiful amazing woman was it that you were planning on spending time with..." Her eyes twinkled green in mirth as she challenged with a smile, "And how exactly do you plan to spend time, Mr. Conri. After all there are many things I'm sure I can think of in ways to bide our time..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 7:55 am
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn nodded his head while she spoke, that is, until the woman had told him he was just 'looks'. "You wish you were a bigger deal t'an me. Hey, you very well seem to be content wit' me," he said with a smile, knowing that he could have a good conversation every now and again. He wasn't necessarily intelligent, but he got by. He couldn't help but give a chuckle when the woman went on about her 'ability', making Bréanainn reminisce on the 'fun' they've had with it. This chuckle broke into a laugh as she shuffled through hair colors, which was always amusing for him. She only did it every now and again, but he certainly was used to seeing each hair color on the girl. "You're right. I am an exceedingly lucky man to call you my own." He was lucky, but rather, he believed he was lucky because he found a pretty good woman.
Taking a bit of time to hear her out, but he did answer. "Not t'at I recall. Maybe once or twice at most," he admitted, recalling a few moments where he honestly made a stupid comment. He was rather impulsive so he sometimes said the first thing that came to mind. That has always been a problem, but he was certainly working on it. He was glad to hear that her mom liked him...that was for sure. Sure, she had told him before, but to hear it again was a bit of reassurance for him. But that reassurance wasn't there for long as the conversation shifted to their relationship. Bréanainn knew they were dating...but the two never actually made it official. But he didn't think one had to make it official to be a true relationship. "It's been...t'ree years maybe, give or take a few months." Upon saying it, he found himself surprised. Truth be told, he had not had a relationship that had gone even close to as long as the one they had. The previous longest was a year, followed a six month one...so...three years he almost couldn't believed. It also made him realize just how much he enjoyed Chrissy too.
It got a little bit awkward after that...because it moved to marriage, to which yes, Bréanainn had thought about quite a bit, but never actually spoke about with Chrissy. Her mother had instilled into a few conversations, but they both brushed it off then, but it seemed Chrissy wanted to talk about it or something. But the girl bit her tongue as soon as she was to say more, which mounted some suspicion from him. Maybe she did want that...which he knew would make him think even harder on the decision. "Listen...you know I love you. And honestly, it doesn't take much observation to see t'at. My brot'er joked wit' me about it even. Said somet'in' 'bout finally findin' a girl t'at can deal wit' your bullshit," he admitted to her, giving her a short kiss.
The conversation shifted at just the right time, the woman's mood getting a little brighter and her eyes turning that playful green in which she adopted. "Well...isn't that one obvious?" he asked her in return, wrapping his arms around her once again. "I don't know, you tell me." He gave her a smile, glad to have her in his arms. ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 2:03 pm
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Serious
❦Looking: Blonde and Beautiful
Currently it is Academic Year of 2030-2031xxx __________________________ Chrissy rolled her eyes with a smile as Bréanainn said she wished she was a bigger deal than him and pointed out she seemed to be content with him and paused and said in mock thoughtfulness to that, "Maybe I just have low standards." She chuckled and added when he said he was exceedingly lucky to have her, "You betcha lucky."
Chrissy was still chuckling as Bréanainn confessed to whether her mother said bless his heart and said, "Well she has a bit of Yank in her... I mean she grew up in the North I think so it is only natural she doesn't say it much. But the Yank in her makes her blunter I think."
She shrugged and then grew more serious as the conversation turned more serious about their relationship. Chrissy nodded quietly as he listed the time period and then when she mentioned marriage but quickly dropped the subject he mostly brushed it off with a 'you know I love you' and that his brother joked about it. She had been sort of serious about it, merely for the fact that the traditional side of her raising she could never escape. If you found a nice guy who loved you and you cared for you were supposed to be married and if you had kids... Lord almighty you better get married. She said nothing though and briefly kissed him back when he kissed her before stepping back and pushing her more serious thoughts aside going back to her teasing.
She cuddled up to him as he wrapped her arms around her and she raised on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek and joked, "Oh I don't know I could put you to work around the house or we could head into town and go to one of the little shops and shock our students or be really adventurous and even go to say London or what not. The world is our oyster, yes?"
((OoC: Sorry for the slow response. Things have been a bit crazy for me.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 9:14 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ A wide smile formed on his face the friendly little teases just kept coming...to which he had gotten used to by then. "Oh c'mon, I'm not t'at low on t'e totem pole...damn, I'm at least half way up t'ere," he said jokingly, shaking his head. He actually did firmly believe that one though...then again, he firmly believed he was at the top...which was just the attitude he adopted. "I know quite a few people would say you're lucky too t'ough." This was another thing that he believed to be true...because he was at one point of his career an ace Quidditch player and one of the most consistently good players. Despite this, he still awaited patiently for another comeback...because the woman was witty...and just about thought of a comeback for every scenario it seemed.
He breathed an ephemeral sigh of relief as Chrissy had explained her mother to him a little...because she did say the words at one point...but luckily, Chrissy made it a little easier to bare. What he was surprised about was that her mother was a Yank...because he didn't get that vibe when he was around her last. Curiosity marking his face, he looked to her. "Where at in t'e Northern parts was she from...? I've been to New York...t'at was fun for sure," he asked inquisitively, his eyes locking with Chrissy's.
A silence grew between them...Chrissy not sharing a word after he downplayed it. He knew he loved her...a lot. Before her, he wasn't exactly the best at long-term, serious relationships; so being with her as long as he had definitely was different for him...and he liked it, that was for sure. Surely he would think about marriage long and hard because they were approaching the time in which maybe they should. Three years together and with kids...yes, they probably should get married at that point. He would surely ask his brother about the subject, despite it being a touchy subject with the man because of the death of his wife so many years ago.
Luckily, the conversation shifted before anything else could be talked about. He didn't want to damper their time together with serious conversation. He just wanted to enjoy it and think about the rest later. The woman relaxed within his arms and when he looked down, all he could do was think about how beautiful she was for a bit. Her eyes glimmering, everything. "Put me to work? You know...as nice as that sounds, I t'ink if I'm here alone wit' you, my mind wouldn't really sway towards working," he said jokingly with a casual smile. "London t'ough...t'at does sound like a lot of fun. Haven't been t'ere in quite awhile actually." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ OOC: Hey, I'm really sorry this took so long to get out. I've been really busy with school and have hardly been able to get one post out. It's been a grind, that's for sure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 9:17 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Father of Two ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn walked up to the door of Christina Dechering, hoping to have yet again another nice day with her like he usually did. He found himself sort of nervous actually. He had been fiddling with a ring that was in his jacket pocket. He had it for a few weeks actually, not knowing when it was the right time to 'pop the question'. He still didn't know when he wanted to do it, but sooner or later, he felt that he would make a better decision on the matter. He just wanted to enjoy his day with Chrissy. And he couldn't let himself be hung up on his thoughts. She would undoubtedly notice it. She knew all of his faces by then, especially the one in which involved him being concerned about something. So, he would try his hardest not to look as if he had something on his mind.
He rang the doorbell. He was expected so he was sure she would open it, unless she was asleep for whatever reason, which he doubted. He stood there, a smile on his face, awaiting the beautiful woman to emerge from the Homestead. ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ OOC: Sorry I took so long to post. I've been doing homework all day
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 2:54 pm
 xChristina Anna Decheringxxxxx xxxx Time: 2032-2033
Location: Dechering Homestead
Looking: brunette and fabulous
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