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[Kendra Dumbledore]

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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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[Percival Dumbledore]

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."

[Kendra Dumbledore]

                  

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?”

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[Percival Dumbledore]

Honoria had been gone all day? "She's probably late at work," he said dismissively, not really wanting to think about his sister at the moment. He was more interested in his lovely wife, the mother of his son. Wrapping his arms around her, Perry pulled his wife into his lap.

"My day is much better now that I'm with you," he said sweetly, smiling across the few inches gap at his wife. "You are my sun, Kendra, the light of my world."

[Kendra Dumbledore]

His arms felt so comforting around her body. Kendra was by no means stick thin, but her looks made her stand out from the crowd either way. Her sharp dark features were a definite contrast to her husband’s, but their love made no difference. She listened to Perry’s words and fought the blush that was tempted behind her cheeks. “Perry, your words make me blush,” she giggled, turning away from her husband briefly. Kendra soon however, brought her dark eyes back to her husband’s face and rubbed his hand gently. “I missed you something terrible. I’m very glad to see you.”

[Percival Dumbledore]

Perry chuckled, a warm and kind sound that in no way made it sound as though he was laughing at his wife. Rather, his chuckled tended to imply the comfort and closeness of a joke shared. "I think I might enjoy you missing me, my sweet flower. Anything to secure this sort of homecoming."

He sighed in contentment, happy just to be holding his wife. He assumed little Albus was asleep, and hoped he'd get to see him soon ... "I'm just glad that I don't have to fly home; I'd be gone far too long then."

[Kendra Dumbledore]

Kendra pouted. “Flying seems like such a chore,” she complained. “Sitting on a broomstick for hours staring at the scenery and trying to avoid birds; it is not my cup of tea.” Kendra smiled at her husband as she thought back on his confession of how he liked that she missed him. As a wife, Kendra always missed Perry. “I miss you because you are gone for far too long. Although, I do admit that you are nothing short of wonderful, my love.” Her voice came off as a distinct coo. “I cooked a chicken,” she mused, “if you’re hungry that is, love.”

[Percival Dumbledore]

With another warm chuckle, Perry kissed his wife lightly. "Chicken sounds delicious. We should probably take advantage of the fact that little Albus is sleeping so that we can actually eat uninterrupted ..."

There were so few times that happened recently; their child tended to wake up, screaming to be fed, halfway through dinner most nights. Uninterrupted time with Kendra was rare at the moment.

[Kendra Dumbledore]

Kendra simply nodded. The quiet time alone with her loving husband was always a rare and always a welcome thing. Smiling, she stood up and grabbed her husband's hand. "Let's go eat," she suggested, with a smile. They could talk more at the dinner table. That would be a good thing to just be alone in a room away from the cries of their son. She hated how he cried. She felt like she was a terrible mother, but only felt confident when Perry was there. "I made beans and we have fresh bread," she commented before heading into the kitchen. "I would love to enjoy a nice dinner with you. I feel as though it has been far too long."

[Percival Dumbledore]

Perry laughed again. "Have we managed a quiet dinner together since Albus was born?" he asked, only to have the question punctuated by his growling stomach. The chicken and beans and bred sounded delicious, and he was more than ready to have a few moments with his wife.

Chuckling at himself, Perry led his wife to their kitchen to enjoy the wonderful dinner she had prepared. It was moments like this that he knew exactly why he loved her so much. She was the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and so stunningly beautiful he could barely stand it. Life was good.

[Kendra Dumbledore]

The dinner without Albus yelling certainly was a perk that Kendra had not really foreseen to be so divine. She shook her head to her husband’s question. “I do not think so,” she muttered, hardly vocalizing her response. She followed her husband with a smile on her face.

Kendra grabbed the dishes that were on various serving platters and in different serving dishes. There was nothing too overbearing in her arms, for she could carry it all without feeling the need to ask for help. She placed the dishes on her table and smiled at her husband. “The carving is all you, love,” Kendra said with a smile as she handed him the utensils. She was all smiles. Kendra was thankful for her quiet dinner with her husband. She hoped her wonderful evening would not be cut short.

[Percival Dumbledore]

Smiling at his wife, Perry began to carve the chicken. He was glad to have some quiet time with his wife, a few moments where neither of them had the baby in their arms and they could just be something like they had been before Albus had been born. The companionable silence meant more to him than Kendra probably realized.

"Would you like light or dark meat, my love?" he asked tenderly, pausing once he had a good portion of the bird carved.

[Kendra Dumbledore]

She thought about what she wanted for dinner before deciding on that she would prefer light meat that night. “Light please, love,” she whispered to her husband. Kendra was still soft of heart, but she feared that raising Albus would make her too stern for her own liking. She prayed that Albus would continue to sleep. Sleep would be good. Sleep would be very good for the little boy right now and it would be a great excuse to have a wonderful night alone with Perry. She missed the nights like these where they were alone and living in a relatively unbothered bliss. Sure, Honoria lived with them and had for quite a while. “Have you seen your sister lately?”

[Percival Dumbledore]

Whistling pleasantly to himself, Perry lifted a few slices of light meat and transferred it from the platter to his wife's plate. He selected a combination of light and dark meat for himself, and took a seat at the small table across from his wife.

"Honoria?" he said absently as he reached for the vegetables. "Not for the past few days -- she said something about an artist or a vision quest or something ... I wasn't really paying that close attention. She'll be back at some point."