05.16 @ 12:42pm
We are now allowing members to play on up to threeinternational teams (including Britain).
05.15 @ 9:25am
Activity checks are in progress. If you need a character reactivated, please post in maintenance. The Gossipmongering Hags are hiring!
5.13 @ 10:25pm
A newsletter has been posted regarding some new policies that will be implemented in the future.
5.05 @ 11:00am
It is important that our occupation history records are up-to-date. Please take a moment to double check that all of your characters are on them and their data accurate :)
5.01 @ 12:16 am
We're now accepting summer temporaries! Got a few summer adoptable? They have their own list this year! We're also in the month of May! Congrats to Anastasia and Olive who won Posting Wizard for April with 306 and 209 posts respectively!
04.28 @ 10:58am
Information on the QWC countries has been reposted to assist in the creation of international players!
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
Member No.: 714
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."
Member No.: 849
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?”