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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:27 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:28 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 6:30 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 7:47 pm
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I feel like new sunglasses, like a brand new pair of jeans;
I feel like taking chances, I feel a lot like seventeen.
I feel like windows rolled down, new city, streets and cabs;
I feel like anything can happen, laughing-
You take me right back, when we were kids...
Never thought I'd feel like this.
U R I E L
A D A I R
S C O T T
Former Hufflepuff │ Muggleborn │ Father of One │ Healer
Uriel had no idea what his parents had ever complained about; it wasn't as if raising an infant was difficult or stressful. The terribly thing was that he was only really half-joking. Obviously, parenting a baby was no walk in the park, but it wasn't as if he hadn't known exactly what he was getting into. He'd been helping look after his younger siblings since the age of what, nine or ten? Granted, none of them had ever been infants, but he'd known how to change a diaper and put a kid down for a nap, and more importantly, he'd known how to keep calm and patient in the event of temper tantrums and the like. Not that he had to worry about that for a while yet; Basil wasn't even crawling yet, never mind throwing fits over not being able to have sweets for dinner or something.
Uriel had always know he'd wanted to be a father, which he supposed was odd because he was a bloke, and also because his younger siblings had exasperated and irritated him to no end growing up. Perhaps it was selfishly tied up in wanting a family of his own creation, to be able to look at someone and tell they were biologically related to him. But selfish or not, he'd loved his son from the moment he'd laid eyes on him. He'd thought he'd known what it was like- after all, he loved Tally and Tara and Billie- but this was different. He'd do anything for Basil. And he'd do anything for Lyv. He'd been a bit worried, that even though they'd been very much trying to have a child, that the pregnancy and/or birth would make them tense or short with one another from the stress, or that one of them would grow to resent the other later, for feeling that it had all happened too soon. But if anything, it had seemed to bring them even closer.
Having always been an early riser, Uriel had been careful not to wake up Lyv when he'd gotten up; she needed her sleep, especially now that Basil was finally starting to settle into something resembling a sleeping schedule. Not that he hadn't lost his fair share of sleep as well, but he didn't want her falling asleep on her feet and burning or cutting herself by accident while working. He'd checked on Basil, but the tiny boy had still been fast asleep, to his relief, and he was standing in the kitchen, slightly less bleary now that he'd finished his tea, and enjoying the summer morning sunlight pouring in, when Lyv came in with their son. "Good morning ray of sunshine," he returned with a wry grin, although he hadn't been entirely sure if she was speaking to him or Basil. Regardless, he thought the nickname was fitting since Lyv had blonde hair for the first time in years. The last time he'd seen her this blonde they'd been in school together, which now seemed like a century ago. "If you feel like making anything... otherwise I think me and my raisin bran will be fine." He waved at Basil, who was still sleepily cuddling his mother, and brushed a hand through his sun's fine hair before kissing his wife on the cheek.
Like when I close my eyes and don't even care if anyone sees me dancing;
Like I can fly, and don't even think of touching the ground.
Like a heartbeat skip, like an open page-
Like a one way trip on an aeroplane...
It's the way that I feel when I'm with you, brand new;
I feel like for the first time in a long time I am not afraid.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:29 pm
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