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George's sudden company came as a surprise for Samantha, she hadn't been expecting him to appear so quickly. Nevertheless, she smiled and welcomed him to her side. When he began asking her several questions, she physically recoiled herself. Scooting away from him, lifting her eyes to the sky and tuning out his voice altogether. Samantha turned back towards him when George stood up, glancing with confusion at his offered him. She sighed, forcing herself to relax and gently slipped her hand into his own.
When they walked to the yard, George guiding the way, Samantha felt uncomfortable in the silence. "Ah(I) lik'(like) yer(your) hame(home." She concealed her accent, or at least sincerely tried to. Speaking to anyone outside of her own family has always been difficult for her. Even to George, someone she has communicated with through letters for a few years now. From her angle, his missing ear was very noticeable.
However, Samantha said nothing about it. She didn't want to come across as insensitive or rude. Especially not during their first introduction. "Mah(My) mither(mother) wid(would) hae)have) loved tae(to) come 'ere(here)." Unconsciously, Samantha fingered the ring without realizing it. A strong wing blew up from behind, forcing Samantha's locks to spill over her shoulders. She giggled, tucking the loose hair behind her ears. Afterwards, she cast a sincere smile to George and slowly started walking around with both hands behind her back.
* * *
Nature Boy?
The term of endearment sounded even more amazing in person, with her voice speaking it. When Emily spontaneously brought him into an embrace, Charlie's eyes widened and neither hand knew where to go. They paused in midair, unable to touch her. She was perfect, in every single way. The Dragon pendent around her neck caught his attention fairly quickly, although he said nothing, he smiled happily. At least she wasn't lying about sharing his interest in those magnificent creatures.
"It's really nice to meet you in person, Emily." Charlie spoke this time with more conviction. Gently letting a hand rest down on her shoulder, he squeezed it firmly. Taking a moment to chuckle inwardly before he moved his hand away, surprised to find his hand was larger than her shoulder. Not that he shouldn't have expected any different. "Is your cousin already with George?" He wanted to meet her, but much preferred Emily's company at the moment.
"She's with George in the yard," Molly interjected, setting their plates onto the table. "Now," her hands clapped, "Come eat."
When they walked to the yard, George guiding the way, Samantha felt uncomfortable in the silence. "Ah(I) lik'(like) yer(your) hame(home." She concealed her accent, or at least sincerely tried to. Speaking to anyone outside of her own family has always been difficult for her. Even to George, someone she has communicated with through letters for a few years now. From her angle, his missing ear was very noticeable.
However, Samantha said nothing about it. She didn't want to come across as insensitive or rude. Especially not during their first introduction. "Mah(My) mither(mother) wid(would) hae)have) loved tae(to) come 'ere(here)." Unconsciously, Samantha fingered the ring without realizing it. A strong wing blew up from behind, forcing Samantha's locks to spill over her shoulders. She giggled, tucking the loose hair behind her ears. Afterwards, she cast a sincere smile to George and slowly started walking around with both hands behind her back.
* * *
Nature Boy?
The term of endearment sounded even more amazing in person, with her voice speaking it. When Emily spontaneously brought him into an embrace, Charlie's eyes widened and neither hand knew where to go. They paused in midair, unable to touch her. She was perfect, in every single way. The Dragon pendent around her neck caught his attention fairly quickly, although he said nothing, he smiled happily. At least she wasn't lying about sharing his interest in those magnificent creatures.
"It's really nice to meet you in person, Emily." Charlie spoke this time with more conviction. Gently letting a hand rest down on her shoulder, he squeezed it firmly. Taking a moment to chuckle inwardly before he moved his hand away, surprised to find his hand was larger than her shoulder. Not that he shouldn't have expected any different. "Is your cousin already with George?" He wanted to meet her, but much preferred Emily's company at the moment.
"She's with George in the yard," Molly interjected, setting their plates onto the table. "Now," her hands clapped, "Come eat."
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The Burrow was exactly what Samantha had pictured, thousands of times, within her mind. Upon her first introductions with Arthur, Ginny and Molly, Samantha felt welcomed into the family. So far, she wasn't regretting her decision to tag along with Emily. Molly gushed over the girls for several minutes and silence only appeared when someone else joined the conversation. The voice was clearly male, and the accent had Samantha's heart racing. She's always had a weakness for British accents. Hesitantly turning towards the speaker's direction, Samantha immediately felt the burning of both cheeks.
Molly had already taken the liberty of identifying the mysterious addition to the room. It was George. The man Samantha has only known through communications with letters, he was standing right in front of her now! Shuffling her feet nervously, lighting scuffing the sides of her black flats, Samantha averted her eyes from George's presence. Molly clapped her hands together quite loudly, causing Samantha to jolt upwards at the noise. "Oh," Molly quickly chuckled. "Sorry, dearies."
Not speaking a word, Samantha just smiled. She decided to walk around the living room, finding herself attracted to the grand clock. It had spoons with the names and photos of everyone in the family. Such a cute object. Samantha's lips spread wider, almost displaying a full smile as she continued to search.
Ginny came to her brother's side, whispering some vital information. "Samantha doesn't like to speak. She has a heavy Scottish accent."
"She has a really boring sense of style too," Fred butted in, appearing at George's side. "Compared to her cousin, at least."
"Oi!" Ginny scolded, smacking Fred's arm at his offensive comment. "I think she looks pretty!"
Fred chuckled, scoffing at his sister's defensive behavior. "It only matters what George thinks anyway~"
"She already kinda looks like a Weasley, huh?" Ron suddenly suggested, having come downstairs after hearing the commotion. "Red hair, freckles and pale skin. She practically is one of the family."
Ginny's eyes rolled at her brother's stupidity. "She's Scottish, of course she'd have red hair and freckles!"
Overhearing the siblings speaking about her, the embarrassed young woman excused herself outside. Sitting down on the porch, hands nervously picking at the wet grass.
* * *
"Charlie!" Molly called once again, annoyed with her son's sleeping habits. She reached over to Ginny, calling the girl over. "Will you please go wake up your brother and tell him Emily is waiting for him?"
Ginny nodded, rushing up the stairs without a second of hesitation.
Molly apologized on behalf of her son, "He usually sleeps during the day while in Romania. Old habits die hard." She escorted Emily into the kitchen, pouring a glass of tea for the blond woman. "Would you like a spot of breakfast, my'dear?" Molly was already preparing Emily a plate before the girl had a chance to answer. "Charlie is quite taken with Dragons," she commented, having caught a glance at Emily's pendent. "Do you share that fascination?"
* * *
"She's here?" Charlie panicked, falling from his bed and wasn't comforted by Ginny's laughter as she left the room. Emily was downstairs. Emily was here! Charlie immediately rushed himself to the shower, quickly getting dressed and now stood before his mirror in confusion. Sunlight has washed out the ginger coloring of his hair while over in Romania. His short hair has taken on a shade of blond in the recent months, although the red hue is still unmistakable. Idly he ran a hand through the mild stubble which has grown along his chin. Normally he wouldn't have shaven it off, but under the circumstances...he wanted to make a good impression on Emily.
After returning to the mirror, now with a smooth face, Charlie continued to analyze his features. The freckles, he accepted them. The white-scars along his flesh, usually worn as badges of pride, now made him self conscious. Deciding to try and distract from his imperfections, Charlie picked himself out a semi-formal attire. A long sleeved sweater that would cover his bandaged left arm, jeans that actually fit his shape and enhanced the toned muscles hidden beneath along with black boots that had served him loyally while training Dragons.
Sparing a second, or third, glance in the mirror before feeling confident enough to leave the room, Charlie made his way, slowly, to the kitchen. Just as he made an entrance from the opened doorway, Molly welcomed him in with a warm embrace. Her short height putting Charlie's own height on display. As the tallest of the family, Charlie has always been uncomfortable about being 6'5". An insecurity he's kept hidden from everyone.
"Emily!" Molly called for the blond, waving her over with a hand. "I'd like to introduce you to my boy, Charlie."
As Emily came walking towards him, Charlie's entire body tensed unknowingly. Just as he'd expected, she was unbelievably beautiful. Long, slightly styled, blond hair and eyes that seemed so expressive, even from a distance. She walked with grace, balance and carried herself confidently. Something Charlie has never been able to do without being in the presence of Dragons.
"....Hello," his voice almost cracked. "It's nice to meet you, Emily."
Speaking her name was difficult now, as she stood right before him. His throat had gone dry so suddenly, causing him to speak as if in pain.
Molly had already taken the liberty of identifying the mysterious addition to the room. It was George. The man Samantha has only known through communications with letters, he was standing right in front of her now! Shuffling her feet nervously, lighting scuffing the sides of her black flats, Samantha averted her eyes from George's presence. Molly clapped her hands together quite loudly, causing Samantha to jolt upwards at the noise. "Oh," Molly quickly chuckled. "Sorry, dearies."
Not speaking a word, Samantha just smiled. She decided to walk around the living room, finding herself attracted to the grand clock. It had spoons with the names and photos of everyone in the family. Such a cute object. Samantha's lips spread wider, almost displaying a full smile as she continued to search.
Ginny came to her brother's side, whispering some vital information. "Samantha doesn't like to speak. She has a heavy Scottish accent."
"She has a really boring sense of style too," Fred butted in, appearing at George's side. "Compared to her cousin, at least."
"Oi!" Ginny scolded, smacking Fred's arm at his offensive comment. "I think she looks pretty!"
Fred chuckled, scoffing at his sister's defensive behavior. "It only matters what George thinks anyway~"
"She already kinda looks like a Weasley, huh?" Ron suddenly suggested, having come downstairs after hearing the commotion. "Red hair, freckles and pale skin. She practically is one of the family."
Ginny's eyes rolled at her brother's stupidity. "She's Scottish, of course she'd have red hair and freckles!"
Overhearing the siblings speaking about her, the embarrassed young woman excused herself outside. Sitting down on the porch, hands nervously picking at the wet grass.
* * *
"Charlie!" Molly called once again, annoyed with her son's sleeping habits. She reached over to Ginny, calling the girl over. "Will you please go wake up your brother and tell him Emily is waiting for him?"
Ginny nodded, rushing up the stairs without a second of hesitation.
Molly apologized on behalf of her son, "He usually sleeps during the day while in Romania. Old habits die hard." She escorted Emily into the kitchen, pouring a glass of tea for the blond woman. "Would you like a spot of breakfast, my'dear?" Molly was already preparing Emily a plate before the girl had a chance to answer. "Charlie is quite taken with Dragons," she commented, having caught a glance at Emily's pendent. "Do you share that fascination?"
* * *
"She's here?" Charlie panicked, falling from his bed and wasn't comforted by Ginny's laughter as she left the room. Emily was downstairs. Emily was here! Charlie immediately rushed himself to the shower, quickly getting dressed and now stood before his mirror in confusion. Sunlight has washed out the ginger coloring of his hair while over in Romania. His short hair has taken on a shade of blond in the recent months, although the red hue is still unmistakable. Idly he ran a hand through the mild stubble which has grown along his chin. Normally he wouldn't have shaven it off, but under the circumstances...he wanted to make a good impression on Emily.
After returning to the mirror, now with a smooth face, Charlie continued to analyze his features. The freckles, he accepted them. The white-scars along his flesh, usually worn as badges of pride, now made him self conscious. Deciding to try and distract from his imperfections, Charlie picked himself out a semi-formal attire. A long sleeved sweater that would cover his bandaged left arm, jeans that actually fit his shape and enhanced the toned muscles hidden beneath along with black boots that had served him loyally while training Dragons.
Sparing a second, or third, glance in the mirror before feeling confident enough to leave the room, Charlie made his way, slowly, to the kitchen. Just as he made an entrance from the opened doorway, Molly welcomed him in with a warm embrace. Her short height putting Charlie's own height on display. As the tallest of the family, Charlie has always been uncomfortable about being 6'5". An insecurity he's kept hidden from everyone.
"Emily!" Molly called for the blond, waving her over with a hand. "I'd like to introduce you to my boy, Charlie."
As Emily came walking towards him, Charlie's entire body tensed unknowingly. Just as he'd expected, she was unbelievably beautiful. Long, slightly styled, blond hair and eyes that seemed so expressive, even from a distance. She walked with grace, balance and carried herself confidently. Something Charlie has never been able to do without being in the presence of Dragons.
"....Hello," his voice almost cracked. "It's nice to meet you, Emily."
Speaking her name was difficult now, as she stood right before him. His throat had gone dry so suddenly, causing him to speak as if in pain.
Where is your character located? Is she currently in London?
The McKinney household has sustained themselves throughout the reign of Voldemort's horrendous war. Refusing to get themselves involved, remaining neutral during the numerous battles and shielding their location from discovery...the McKinney clan has survived perhaps the most devastating event in Magical History. Self preservation is a natural instinct. Especially when a young child is concerned. The McKinney family's actions may be distasteful, cowardly or even selfish....but, everything they did was to protect their beloved heir and her son.
Speaking of which, the aforementioned heir originally had desperately wanted to participate in the war. However, once she began a mother, her mindset changed and her baby became her sole concern. The McKinney clan has always valued family above everything else. Not to diminish the innocent lives tragically lost during the war, though. It's just that this clan is so invested in protecting the members of its family, everyone else tends to be set aside from their thoughts.
Even with the war concluded and normalcy slowly beginning to take its place once again, the McKinney elders were hesitant to allow their heir permission to leave the private estate. Before the war, this request would have been granted without a second thought. "We hae (have) tae (to) see whit's (what's) best fur(for) yer(your) son." That was her mother's response. Every single time the mentioning of relocating came into conversation. Of course, she understands her mother's concerns. It's natural and good intended.
"Maw?"
Another attempt, perhaps this time it would be successful.
The elder woman cast a glance over her left shoulder, unwilling to face her daughter directly. "Aye, darlin'?"
When nothing came in reply, it immediately worried her. "Nathaira?" A loud clunk was heard as the mother dropped her cutting knife down to the counter top. "Nathaira? Whit's(what's) wrong?"
Unable to deny her mother's inquiry, Nathaira confessed the concerns hidden within her mind. "Maw, Ah(I) loue(love) living 'ere(here) at th'(the) estate, bit(but) a'm(I'm) waantin'(wanting) Olyson tae(to) graw(grow) up in th' countryside. Tae(To) be among Muggles 'n' learn thair(their) culchur(culture)."
"Muggles? How come?"
Nathaira sighed, eyes falling downcast to the floor. "He's safer in th' company o'(of) Muggles."
Troubled by her daughter's distraught expression, the compassionate elder came forward while drying her hands off with her apron. Nathaira immediately relaxed at her mother's touch, losing herself in the affectionate strokes that her mother weaved through her hair. "Darlin'?" Her mother questioned, hands stilling midway through her daughter's crimson-colored locks. "Is this truly whit(what) ye(you) want?"
Nathaira mutely nodded, afraid to speak a word.
"Well then, ah(I) wun't(won't) deny yer(your) request."
Such lovely words, a sentence that Nathaira had never expected to hear. "Ye...ye will?" She confirmed, fearful to believe her mother's words.
The elder chuckled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's furrowed brow. "Aye." She wouldn't restrict her daughter, no longer. If this was Nathaira's desire, then so be it.
Nathaira's eyes welled with tears, blurring the emerald orbs. "Thank you!" Happiness overwhelmed her entirely. Nathaira hurried off to pack her belongings, not forgetting to bring along Olyson's necessities.
* * *
"Draco? It's time to go, son."
He followed loyally at his mother's side, not questioning her. As he walked alongside her, his father's absence began to trouble him. The man he'd grown to despise, his tormentor, his own flesh and blood. Lucius would no longer sit beside him at the table. The Ministry has taken Lucius into custody. If it wasn't for Narcissia and her sincere pleadings to the Ministry of Magic, Draco would be joining his estranged father in Azkaban. Draco owes his mother so greatly, but she wants nothing in return.
"Draco?" He hates her voice now. It's so broken. She's never been weak, even during the war. Narcissia remained strong for her son, but now without her husband, the emotional strain finally caught hold. Try as she might to endure the suffering in silence, Draco knew her. He saw the vulnerable side of her personality, the hidden aches and pains that she'd shield from everyone else. "Perhaps you should venture on without me," she suggested suddenly, halting her heels on the pavement.
Grey eyes widened, focusing on the fragile woman before him. "Why?" It didn't make any sense. Narcissia could not support herself in such a state. Draco knew this to be a fact and wouldn't abandon her. Never, especially not now. "Mother?"
Narcissia gave her boy a false smile, tenderly stroking his cheek with a slender finger. Draco felt it shaking. "You have so much potential in this world, my boy. I don't want you confined to worrying about me and let your life be discarded in my misery." Always acting selflessly when it concerns her son, Narcissia was willing to put herself out of the picture, in efforts to aid her son's future.
"I have no future ahead of me," Draco scoffed, turning his head away curtly.
Narcissia's frown was unmistakable. "Don't you dare speak of yourself in such a way, Draco." She wouldn't hear it. "You may have been forced into a terrible past at your father's hand," and her own, "but you have time to correct your errors and make something of yourself in this unknown future."
With those final words, Narcissia appriated herself away. Leaving Draco, wide-eyed and quite frankly, lost in what remained of the streets in Diagon Ally.
Speaking of which, the aforementioned heir originally had desperately wanted to participate in the war. However, once she began a mother, her mindset changed and her baby became her sole concern. The McKinney clan has always valued family above everything else. Not to diminish the innocent lives tragically lost during the war, though. It's just that this clan is so invested in protecting the members of its family, everyone else tends to be set aside from their thoughts.
Even with the war concluded and normalcy slowly beginning to take its place once again, the McKinney elders were hesitant to allow their heir permission to leave the private estate. Before the war, this request would have been granted without a second thought. "We hae (have) tae (to) see whit's (what's) best fur(for) yer(your) son." That was her mother's response. Every single time the mentioning of relocating came into conversation. Of course, she understands her mother's concerns. It's natural and good intended.
"Maw?"
Another attempt, perhaps this time it would be successful.
The elder woman cast a glance over her left shoulder, unwilling to face her daughter directly. "Aye, darlin'?"
When nothing came in reply, it immediately worried her. "Nathaira?" A loud clunk was heard as the mother dropped her cutting knife down to the counter top. "Nathaira? Whit's(what's) wrong?"
Unable to deny her mother's inquiry, Nathaira confessed the concerns hidden within her mind. "Maw, Ah(I) loue(love) living 'ere(here) at th'(the) estate, bit(but) a'm(I'm) waantin'(wanting) Olyson tae(to) graw(grow) up in th' countryside. Tae(To) be among Muggles 'n' learn thair(their) culchur(culture)."
"Muggles? How come?"
Nathaira sighed, eyes falling downcast to the floor. "He's safer in th' company o'(of) Muggles."
Troubled by her daughter's distraught expression, the compassionate elder came forward while drying her hands off with her apron. Nathaira immediately relaxed at her mother's touch, losing herself in the affectionate strokes that her mother weaved through her hair. "Darlin'?" Her mother questioned, hands stilling midway through her daughter's crimson-colored locks. "Is this truly whit(what) ye(you) want?"
Nathaira mutely nodded, afraid to speak a word.
"Well then, ah(I) wun't(won't) deny yer(your) request."
Such lovely words, a sentence that Nathaira had never expected to hear. "Ye...ye will?" She confirmed, fearful to believe her mother's words.
The elder chuckled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's furrowed brow. "Aye." She wouldn't restrict her daughter, no longer. If this was Nathaira's desire, then so be it.
Nathaira's eyes welled with tears, blurring the emerald orbs. "Thank you!" Happiness overwhelmed her entirely. Nathaira hurried off to pack her belongings, not forgetting to bring along Olyson's necessities.
* * *
"Draco? It's time to go, son."
He followed loyally at his mother's side, not questioning her. As he walked alongside her, his father's absence began to trouble him. The man he'd grown to despise, his tormentor, his own flesh and blood. Lucius would no longer sit beside him at the table. The Ministry has taken Lucius into custody. If it wasn't for Narcissia and her sincere pleadings to the Ministry of Magic, Draco would be joining his estranged father in Azkaban. Draco owes his mother so greatly, but she wants nothing in return.
"Draco?" He hates her voice now. It's so broken. She's never been weak, even during the war. Narcissia remained strong for her son, but now without her husband, the emotional strain finally caught hold. Try as she might to endure the suffering in silence, Draco knew her. He saw the vulnerable side of her personality, the hidden aches and pains that she'd shield from everyone else. "Perhaps you should venture on without me," she suggested suddenly, halting her heels on the pavement.
Grey eyes widened, focusing on the fragile woman before him. "Why?" It didn't make any sense. Narcissia could not support herself in such a state. Draco knew this to be a fact and wouldn't abandon her. Never, especially not now. "Mother?"
Narcissia gave her boy a false smile, tenderly stroking his cheek with a slender finger. Draco felt it shaking. "You have so much potential in this world, my boy. I don't want you confined to worrying about me and let your life be discarded in my misery." Always acting selflessly when it concerns her son, Narcissia was willing to put herself out of the picture, in efforts to aid her son's future.
"I have no future ahead of me," Draco scoffed, turning his head away curtly.
Narcissia's frown was unmistakable. "Don't you dare speak of yourself in such a way, Draco." She wouldn't hear it. "You may have been forced into a terrible past at your father's hand," and her own, "but you have time to correct your errors and make something of yourself in this unknown future."
With those final words, Narcissia appriated herself away. Leaving Draco, wide-eyed and quite frankly, lost in what remained of the streets in Diagon Ally.
I like the idea of the girls going over their heads. A little surprise for the brothers. ;)
Awww, thank you!
He's doing fine. Kinda mad I left him there for so long, but it wasn't my choice. He's a happy kitty again, though.
I don't mind starting now. ^^
I don't mind starting now. ^^
Okay.
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