07.25 @ 10:07am
Reminder: Posting and new registration abilities will be turned OFF tomorrow 07/26 at 6pm CST as we begin the moving process. The cbox will still work - you can check there for updates or our tumblr.
07.23 @ 6:13pm
In preparation for the move, all active Coming Out Ball threads have been moved to The Past forum.
07.21 @ 12:07pm
Just a reminder that we are moving in 5 days! If this is news to you, read up on it here! Posting Wizard signups for August are now open!
07.15 @ 11:19pm
The deactivations for the July activity check have been completed with list cleanup underway; for reactivations, please post in Maintenence.
07.10 @ 10:25am
This month's thread roulette pairings have been posted!
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07.01 @ 9:28am
We are now in the month of July. Congrats to Beanie and Lauren, who won posting wizard of June with 82 and 132 posts respectively!
Member No.: 849
Joined: 23-January 12
→like the rising tide
bleeding hearts grow but never die to simplify
Kendra cleared her throat as she left the sleeping Albus. She felt happy as a mother, but yet she felt like she was not doing a good job. She wanted to do a good job. She wanted to be a good mother for her child. Kendra brushed a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she straightened her dress and proceeded to head to the Dumbledore sitting room. Kendra placed her hand on the door frame of her sitting room far from the babe's room before looking back to where she had been coming from. Something compelled her to go back, but Albus was sleeping, of that, Kendra was certain. Kendra shook her head gently and entered the room. The happily married thirty year old grabbed a book off the shelf she passed and sat on a chair. She sat tall and rigid. Kendra had been disciplined into being proper while living in England. Kendra was not fond of it, but she managed to stay somewhat proper behind her doors and in public – meaning whenever someone other than Perry was able to see her.
The raven haired woman cleared her throat as she opened a copy of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. It had become one of her most favorite books, even though it was not the most recent thing available. It gave different perspective, and Kendra had gotten lost into the pages. She was not normally bookish, but there was something about this particular book. Kendra heard her door open and closed her book, returning it to the shelf. “Perry?” she cooed in her American accent. “Is that you returning home? Or is it Honoria?”
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TAG: perry/emily WORDS: 282 NOTES: Kendra and Root Beer Floats.
Middle Class — Healer-In-Charge of Creature-Induced Injuries
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Joined: 1-December 11
Apparation made life easier. It meant that there was no issue with Perry and his wife living in Mould-on-the-Wold instead of Hogsmeade. It was a nice little place, much quieter than the now-bustling Hogsmeade village.
Stretching his long limbs as he arrived home, Perry opened the door to the sitting room and smiled as he saw his lovely wife reading. She put her book back on the shelf as he entered, and Perry stood leaning on the door frame as he watched his lovely wife with a slow smile on his face.
"It is me, my love," he said softly, still watching his wife. She was so beautiful, and in a way that had nothing to do with her exotic features. "Did you miss me while I was gone?" he asked, although he knew the answer. "Because I certainly missed you."
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Joined: 23-January 12
Kendra enjoyed seeing her husband at relatively normal hours. She smiled at him warmly at his casual posture. “You know the answer full well, Perry,” she said in a hushed tone. “Of course I missed you. It would be an unfortunate thing if a day past where I did not miss you while you worked.” The dark haired woman smoothed the front of her simple gown and clasped her hands together.
A thought suddenly popped into her head. “Have you seen Honoria? She's been gone all day and it's made me curious. I'm sure it is nothing, but Albus had a fit and it took me forever to calm him down,” a slight frown came across her face. “I was hoping that she would return so I could have some help in calming him down. I sang the song my mother sang to me when I was like that, or so she said. Oh bother,” she retorted, “I am blabbering, and I'm sure you want nothing to do with this.”
Wife or not, Kendra felt reluctant to spit out the words as she just did. The thirty year old woman stared at the ground briefly before looking to her husband. “Perry,” she started, “How was your day, love?”