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[Griselda MacFusty]

Tag: Open to anyone in the Macfusty Clan, immediate or distantly related & friends of the family/people who might drop by for a visit. Outfit: Gold & Rose evening Dress

Dance with the Devil, In the Pale Moonlight.

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Tag: Open to anyone in the Macfusty Clan, immediate or distantly related & friends of the family/people who might drop by for a visit. Outfit: Gold & Rose evening Dress

Dance with the Devil, In the Pale Moonlight.

Grizzly MacFusty was a proud Scottish woman who had always and would always love her children dearly. She had lived her life devoted to her husband and the bairns she had born him and spent what time she had raising them as properly as she could. After all, her grandmother had always said it was only a Scottish woman who knew how to raise a real man. Grizzly in fact believe this also to be true and was quite proud of her boys, the whole horde of them. Naturally, her daughter was quite something else as well. Spirited and lovely, she knew the lone daughter of Donald MacFusty was not entirely the personification of what society thought to be a proper lady but the child was happy for the moment so that's what mattered most.

Grizzly on the other hand, had found herself feeling a little less happy by the day. With her youngest and Mungo returned to Hogwart's, it meant that the last of her children were no longer 'permanently' living here. Certainly she saw all her children on a regular basis, the would enjoy meals together still under her roof and they would all romp around out back in a 'friendly' game of Quidditch but Grizzly missed the little things. Like having to wake up the twins three times in the morning, or reading to all of them bed time stories when they were little. Too old for pregnancy now, Grizzly knew she would never experience such things again for herself and though her grandchildren filled her with joy - the immediately maternal part of her would miss it still.

"Pippa, mind ye where ye sit Mungo at the table. The laddie needs to be able to reach for his food by himself. I'll nae have his brothers walloping on him because he's off too far to one side and unable to get to his grub because of his arm." Or, lack there of but of course, that part of her thought wasn't voice. It still broke her heart thinking about Mungo but she was also remarkably proud of the boys recovery. He was a good lad, a good son. Merlin would see him set well in life, she just knew it.

Leaving Pippa to finish setting the table, Grizzly left the large dining family room and headed for the parlor. Mr.MacFusty was currently obtained back at work and though she could never quite readily know an exact number of just how many mouths she would be feeding - she was certain the lot of them would begin piling through the door soon enough and what quiet she had would dissolve into the familiar outburst of her family all together.

Taking advantage of the few moments peace, Grizzly settled herself on the chaise in the parlor and leaned herself into the raised side as she quietly opened her book. It was a medical journal of sorts, a record of all the dragons she had treated and what she had treated them for or with. It was a handy chronicle to have about. She always seemed to turn to it for reference and often referred to it as her personal bible. And why not? If there was one thing outside of raising bairns that she believed devotedly in, it was dragon healing.

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[Gilroy MacFusty]

           

Gilroy MacFusty, dragon wrangler, aged twenty-two, Gryffindor alum, and highly spirited had no problem returning home to visit with his mother and father. On the upside, he got to have tasty food from his childhood that he very rarely got to enjoy. Oh how he missed the Scottish dinner. Roy Apparated to his parents’ front steps and sharply knocked on the door. He was let in by a familiar face, to which he smiled and nodded. Roy was not going to be a jerk to the staff just because he was out of the house. He still had to be respectable. The staff member told the twenty-two year old that his mother had just gone to the parlor and that his father was still working. Roy nodded thanks and headed to the parlor. “Mum?” he asked in the doorway.

He was concerned for his mother. She had only the company of the staff members on any given day at home, but Roy was unsure if she actually had a busying occupation. He stood quietly, but he did not look sad. Roy leaned against the doorframe, wearing his trademark smirk, and brought a hand up to the scruff built up around his jaw. Gilroy enjoyed his scruff and his long hair. Today, his long hair was hanging loose about his face. He had a feeling that living how he desired which was wildly, taming his hair and appearance would just contradict his love for being a free spirit. Roy took his free hand and smoothed out his charcoal colored suit. He did not necessarily enjoy being so formal, but Roy did not want to insult his mother. Could she be insulted by her own child? Roy did not know but he definitely did not to be on the receiving end of an angry momma bear.

Momma bear: now there was a description for Grizzly MacFusty. While Roy stood physically larger than his mother, Roy never wanted to cross her, to do so was idiotic. The twenty-two year old cleared his throat and stopped leaning against the doorway. “Do you know if any of the others are going to come visit you today, or soon, Mum?” he asked, attempting to be polite. Roy had fallen out of proper manners when he was out doing the family business of taking care of dragons. That whole idea was not Roy’s favorite thing to do, either. Roy wanted to be a professional Quidditch player at heart, but continuing the family business was strictly more important. He wished it wasn’t, but he had to respect tradition reluctantly. Roy wondered if he would ever like dragons. He had yet to enjoy being with them.

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[Maeve Driscoll]

Maeve arrived at the MacFusty residence with Ninian and their two boys a great deal later appointed time after much fussing and groaning on the part of Colum and Aidan about dressing nicely from their Gran. Aidan had, of course, insisted on bringing half of his toys with; most of them various carved dragons that had been painted. His favorite was a beat up black hebridean dragon that was missing a wing and had a chunk missing out of its tail. It had been one of Colum’s first toys and had certainly seen better days. The younger of Ninian’s sons had also had a fit that had centered around him getting to wear his little MacFusty kilt; mainly so he could run about with the harmless wooden dagger strapped to his leg.

It had finally gotten to the point where Ninian had grabbed a boy under each arm and the little family group had Apparated to Hogsmeade to save time. Divesting herself of her jacket and dragging the boys back before they could run rampant about the house, Maeve pulled their jackets from them as Ninian wandered off into the rather large home, no doubt in search of his brothers. Once she’d stripped them down to their formal wear, she sent them off with a swat to the rump and handed the jackets over to one of the servants with a smile. It always felt odd for her to let other people do the work that she usually did, but she wasn’t about to step on toes by insisting she do it herself.

Dressed in a simple yet well made gown of blue that did little to hide her condition she allowed one of the servants to escort her to the parlor where the maid said that Lady MacFusty was resting before the meal began. Having three MacFusty boys to deal with herself, she could only imagine Ninny’s mother would need as much rest as she could get if even half of her children showed up. Stepping into the room, she smiled at the sight of Griselda MacFusty with her nose in a well worn journal but before she could call out a greeting, Colum tore past her with a shout followed by the frustrated wail of Aidan who had trouble keeping up on unsteady legs.

The older boy threw himself onto the end of the chaise lounge and grinned at his grandmother, holding out his latest acquisition; a Swedish short snout dragon carved of wood. ”Lookit wha’ I got!” As Aidan ran into the room his head got ahead of his feet and he went sprawling halfway between Maeve and Griselda. Shaking her head, Maeve crossed the room, and hauled the boy up from under his armpits, placed him on his feet and chuckled as he scampered over to Ninian’s mother and leaned against her legs. ”Hullo Gamma”

“Sorry, Máthair. I’m sure ya know there be no controllin’ the wee lads of yer clan.” Maeve apologized for her sons though there wasn’t much of a reason to. She could only imagine what sort of hell Ninian and his brothers had gotten into when they were younger. With a smile she moved back toward the edge of the room.

Maeve, having noticed a familiar face on the way in turned back to find Gilroy at the door and smiled. She truly did adore all of her lover’s brothers; most especially the ones that had helped with her predicament several years before. “It’s good t’ see ya, Roy.” She said as she approached the young man. She’d always found him a bit odd, perhaps because he never quite fit in with the ravenous hoard that were his brothers when they began to babble about dragons. “

Edit: Maeve wouldn't allow me to have her call Grizzly Mrs. MacFusty. So instead she calls her Mother. :D

[Griselda MacFusty]

Tag: Open to anyone in the Macfusty Clan, immediate or distantly related & friends of the family/people who might drop by for a visit. Outfit: Gold & Rose evening Dress

Dance with the Devil, In the Pale Moonlight.

Like any true mother bear, Grizzly knew the sound of each of her children's foot steps to the sound of their voices. So when Gilroy came into her home, her soft expression of focused reading changed into a light hearted, earnest smile. Gilroy had always been a sweet boy. He tried so desperately to make his family happy and to stand by them but Grizzly was far from oblivious to his quieter, unspoken ambitions. A mother knew her children better than she knew herself, it was just a matter of time before she found a way to slowly encourage Gilroy to break from the pack if it pleased him and follow his heart.

Closing the book, Grizzly moved swiftly with the moves of a witch twenty years her younger and came upon Gilroy with a beaming smile. Placing her hands on either of his cheeks, Grizzly had to lift up onto her tip toes to be able to press a kiss to her sons forehead. "Aye, Gilroy a bhobain." Grizzly said softly, sliding her hands from his cheeks to take a fistful of his hair ends in either hand and squeeze playfully.

"Aye laddie, I'll be expecting a fair share of them to be coming to dine this eve." Unable to help herself, Grizzly tugged at her sons shirt and stuck a hand to her hip in the way only mothers can. "...Now, will ye be given ye old ma a hug laddie or should I be tackling ye down fer one?" Teasing playfully, grizzly waited for her son to 'get the hint' and hugged him only a moment before she heard a small stampede come herding into the house.

"Speak of yon wee d'vil's." Grizzly laughed and turned toward the entry of the parlor just in time to see Aidan and Colum come rushing in ahead of Maeve. Chuckling quietly to herself as she leaned down to look it the little dragon carving Colum was adamantly showing her. "Aye laddie, a fine thing it is indeed." She said, ruffling his hair before kissing his forehead and pulling him in for a hug. "Now give ye ol' grandma a hug, a chuilein!"

Hugging her grandson tightly, Grizzly's eyes drifted to the other boy as he charged forward in excitement and...near face planted into the floor. The fact didn't even make Grizzly cringe, she knew little boys of all creatures in the world had a tendency to fall down and scrape their knees. More honestly, she was a little proud that her grandson didn't up and start wailing from the fall but rather accepted his mothers help back to his feet and went right back at approaching her.

"a thasgaidh, my wee dearie...look at ye, strutting proud as a peacock - ock, so much like his father already, ye ken?" Patting the top of Aidan's head, Grizzly only lasted a heartbeat before she scooped the little boy up into her arms and gave him a tight hug and then settled him rightly on her hip. Her body built as though a child naturally belonged there. Walking over to Maeve, Grizzly caught the lady by her wrist and smiled gently. "...ye look well, Maeve, quite braw. Ye have a fine glow about ye." Grizzly smiled, leaned forward and kissed her daughters cheek - cause that's what Maeve was in her eyes. A daughter. "The wee babe is nae givin' ye too much trouble, aye? Ye know ye can drop the rascals here anytime should ye need to rest in lieu of the comin' bairn."

a bhobain = darling rascal, a chuilein! my (dear) laddie!, braw - beautiful,

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[Gilroy MacFusty]

           

He felt that he had become more English than Scottish. Roy had almost lost the Scottish heritage present in his family, and he felt ashamed. It bothered him when his mother and other family members spoke in the language of their homeland. Roy even sounded more British in his vocabulary and in his accent than the rest of the family members. Roy could not lie to himself, he did not want to be a Dragon Wrangler, but because of tradition, was forced into the entire family business. Roy wanted to be a Quidditch player. He was even offered a position on several teams before refusing so he could follow tradition as it was expected of him. Roy watched his mother and donned a weak smile as she kissed his forehead before grabbing his hair.

Scoffing quietly at his mother's words, Roy opened his mouth, “Ma, I was, but--” pitter pattering footsteps cut off his words as his brother Ninian's lover arrived with her two boys. “Allo, Maeve,” he replied in a polite manner. “Ma, d'ya know exactly who is showin' up?” Gilroy forced an accent. It seemed as though Maeve had not noticed him until she had spoken a greeting. Furrowing his brow slightly, he turned his gaze from Maeve back to his mother and his two nephews. They were illegitimate, that much Roy knew. He knew that Maeve and Ninian were not married, and he knew that the two boys in front of him were bastards and no doubt the chid Maeve had would be another boy that would undoubtedly be a bastard. Roy thought that Ninian should just step up and marry Maeve so any future offspring wouldn't worry about being mocked for their birth.

But it was not his place to mention such things, and Gilroy stood silently as his mother talked to Maeve. He felt so out of place. Roy was glad to be single. He wanted to find the right woman for him and he would not, by any means, have a child out of wedlock because of how English he had become. He contemplated leaving, but his ma promised that others were supposedly on their way. Hopefully, Roy thought, he would be able to avoid talk of dragons and maybe his family could speak of other things far more interesting than that. He was so out of place with the dragon speak. Sure, he knew about the dragons and the family business, but it never interested him. Roy cleared his throat to remind the two women of his presence. “So, what I meant was who isn't comin'?” Roy's voice was quiet, afraid to interrupt their moment. He leaned gently against the doorway once more and just listened to the sounds of the house. Twenty-two years old or not, he was still uncomfortable with all the women around. Well, only his mother intimidated him, but Roy would not let that secret out.

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