This is the home of Timothy Steele. It is a nice one-story abode with a small backyard located in Sandbach, but holds a lot of memories in its walls, both good and bad. The place is cozy, and gives off the feeling of a loving family.
Megan paced in her room, her wand held tightly in her hand. She had finally gotten it back. Her parents, or the people who thought they were her parents, had slipped up. Timothy had gone off to another part of the country to stay for a job. It was too bad, since she wanted to curse him as well. However, she contented herself with the knowledge that those responsible for what happened were going to pay.
She smiled, a bit cruelly. It was too bad the people downstairs hadn't lasted longer. She had enjoyed the look of terror on their faces while she tortured them silently. Now, now she was free. She chuckled. Now she could find him, and woe be unto him when she found him. She knew that he had stolen her baby, and now she would make him pay. She toyed with the end of her wand, her gaze unseeing. She had better go, and now, before the neighbors reported the screaming. Or maybe they had. She didn't care, but she couldn't be caught here. All it would do was slow her down, and she would have to kill them as well.
"Oh well, time to go." She apparated away from the house, happy to finally be elsewhere. Meanwhile, downstairs the living room looked like someone had trashed it. Blood smeared the walls, and the twisted bodies of George and Carol Steele were left gaping in shock.
----------------------------------------- Location: Steele Home State: Ecstatic OOC: And now, finally, my plot will commence >biggrin -----------------------------------------
I just want to watch the world burn, such pretty shapes the flames will be...
I had a dream the other night About how we only get one life Woke me up right after two Stayed awake and stared at you So I wouldn't lose my mind
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Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Hᴀʟғʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ||Pᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴇʀ
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Rick poked his head into the icebox, trying to figure out something to eat. It was the weekend, and he was off of work, though his clientèle for his office wasn't exactly booming at the moment. aHe had only just started as a potioneer, and part of him wondered how far he could go in his field. Pulling out the makings for a sandwich, he slapped one together real fast and stood at the corner, chewing thoughtfully at it. He hadn't imagined that his uncle had owned a nearly empty house, and that three extra people wouldn't really be a strain on him. Then again, he was just starting to learn something about his family on that side, having studiously avoided it for most of his teenage years since finding out he still had family on that side. His sister, for honestly, he couldn't say she was anything but that, was over at a babysitter's to give him and Cait a breather. He didn't know what Cait thought about the fact she was there, to be honest, and he didn't want to ask in case it brought up bad feelings.
He glanced around the kitchen, taking in the room while he ate. It was a good room, much like the rest of the house, even if he knew it was a scene of a grisly murder years ago. No one would know to look at it really. Finishing up his sandwich, he wandered into the living room, trying to think of something to do. He didn't mind not working, he however did mind being bored out of his skull however. He leaned against a wall, considering the bookcase. A lot of the books there were things he hadn't read yet, and he considered pulling one down to read. However, that would leave the only other person home without something to do. He sighed, trying to consider something that he and Cait could do. Maybe go out somewhere and just hang out? But where though? He thought of getting something out to eat, but he'd already eaten, so... Maybe he should just ask Cait what she wanted to do.
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And I had the week that came from hell And yes I know that you could tell But you're like the net under the ledge When I go flying off the edge You go flying off as well
Rawwry
Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:16 am
You are the melody that plays thought my veins Over and over, again and again Your sweet affection, I know it won't change
Caitlin pulled herself out of bed. She was exhausted, her gig last night lasted way longer than she agreed to. It took all she had not to wrap herself in a blanket and wander around the house. It was a bit odd, living in her professor's home, but it was better than nothing. It was mainly just Rick and herself during the school year, with the exception of Rick's baby sister. She stumbled toward the kitchen slowly. Cait rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her hip bumped a table and knocked a vase over."Oh, s**t! Sorry!" Caitlin bent over and picked up the larger pieces. It probably would be easier to clean up with magic, but she often forgets that she is allowed to use it now. After muttering the repairing charm, she set the now unbroken vase back on the table and lifted her shirt to see the damage. It wasn't too red, just slightly scratched. Caitlin walked toward Rick, "Hey, Riiiiccccck. You should totally teach me that healing spell." She grinned at him cheekily, then planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
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A song would last for ever Further than the sky above For ever on, cause this is love
An owl swoops into the window and gently drops an elegant envelope on the nearest surface before hooting happily and taking off once again.
{RT Wednesday June 18th at 7:00 EST}
Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 10:44 pm
{ Perri }
The owl swooped down into an open window of the nice looking home and since his master didn't tell him to stay for a reply he merely hooted politely to let the occupants know that they had mail before dropping said mail and flying off.
Niall Hughes
Dear Mr. Drage, I have received your inquiry and your first session is scheduled for one o'clock on the upcoming Wednesday. I look forward to our meeting and have a good day! Sincerely, Niall Hughes
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