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Soon, within the hour, Nathaira would be removing herself from the family home. As their young daughter went off to pack her belongings and get everything arranged for the relocation, her parents paced their bedrooms. "Urr(Are) ye sure tis(its) wise tae(to) let her leav'(leave) th' estate?" Mrs. McKinney questioned her own decision, having given permission to Nathaira just a few hours earlier. "She's a freish(new) mither(mother) 'n' doesn't ken(know) how tae survive oot(out) in that world."
Understanding of his wife's concern, Mr. McKinney assured her with a firm embrace. She collapsed against him, seeking support from her husband. "She's stronger than we gie(give) her credit fur(for)." Mr. McKinney dropped a few kisses to his wife's forehead, the scruff of his chin causing her to giggle quietly. "Ah(I) ken(know) ye worry ower(over) her, bit(but) she kin(can) handle herself 'n' we mist(must) be supportive."
Listening to her husband's words, even if she wasn't entirely in agreement with his view, Mrs. McKinney accepted them. After all, Nathaira's personality is strongly influenced by her father. She inherited a majority of his traits, including the desire for freedom and self expression. A troublesome inheritance at times, but Mrs. McKinney can't deny that she's also thankful for this development.
* * *
Observing his mother's actions, scurrying around and organizing large suitcases, the young boy began to question the situation. "Mommy?" Unfortunately, for him, she wasn't able to hear his voice. Inner thoughts of her own cast a silence among the world. Nathaira continued her tasks, wasting not a second. Upset by his mother's distractions, the little boy huffed with crossed arms and sat himself down on the hardwood floor. It wasn't until his grandmother came walking by the opened doorway, that he perked his attitude. At the first sight of seeing his grandmother, the boy immediately jumped up and ran towards her with a wide set grin.
"Granny!" He exclaimed, happily, propelling himself into her arms.
Mrs. McKinney struggled, adjusting her arms around the overly zealous boy. "Child, whit's wrong?" Clearly something had him upset. She knew that without a doubt to be the truth. His tiny, perfectly pouted lips gave no indication otherwise. Always very expressive, Mrs. McKinney tried to read the boy's distraught eyes. Watching him for a just a moment, his bottom lip quivering slightly and the dejected slump of both shoulders, Mrs. McKinney received her answer.
"Mommy," the boy whined loudly, arms tightening around his grandmother's slender neck. "She's ignoring me."
"Darlin'," Mrs. McKinney gasped audibly. "That's nae(not) her intention."
Her assurance did little to sooth the boy's anger. Nathaira may be acting innocently, but she has upset her son in the process of packing for their new adventure. Setting the boy down to his feet, giving him a quick kiss to the forehead, Mrs. McKinney asked him to run along. He obeyed, never one to act defiant.
She called for her daughter, "Nathaira?"
The younger woman didn't respond, continuing with organizing her belongings neatly into a suitcase. Beginning to succumb to frustration, Mrs. McKinney suddenly reached with a slightly curled hand. The physical contact jolted Nathaira from her thoughts, causing her eyes to widen and mouth hung agape.
"Something wrong, mum?" Nathaira questioned, setting down the last few items in her suitcase. She didn't see the frustration on the elder's face.
Mrs. McKinney frowned, the lines of her brow wrinkling. "Dear, yer son is lonely." She gestured to the writhing boy in her arms. Nathaira offered a kindly smile, reaching for her precious boy and smothered him with affectionate kisses.
* * *
A few hours later, Nathaira and Olyson found themselves standing before a small estate. A mediocre apartment just within the countryside of Scotland. Nathaira swelled with happiness and grinned wide in excitement. "Wanna go ben 'n' stairt unpacking?"
Olyson nodded, clutching her hand nervously.
* * *
[I'll add Draco in the next post because this got to be so long. xD You can have your OC run into him on the street or something, if you'd like.]
Understanding of his wife's concern, Mr. McKinney assured her with a firm embrace. She collapsed against him, seeking support from her husband. "She's stronger than we gie(give) her credit fur(for)." Mr. McKinney dropped a few kisses to his wife's forehead, the scruff of his chin causing her to giggle quietly. "Ah(I) ken(know) ye worry ower(over) her, bit(but) she kin(can) handle herself 'n' we mist(must) be supportive."
Listening to her husband's words, even if she wasn't entirely in agreement with his view, Mrs. McKinney accepted them. After all, Nathaira's personality is strongly influenced by her father. She inherited a majority of his traits, including the desire for freedom and self expression. A troublesome inheritance at times, but Mrs. McKinney can't deny that she's also thankful for this development.
* * *
Observing his mother's actions, scurrying around and organizing large suitcases, the young boy began to question the situation. "Mommy?" Unfortunately, for him, she wasn't able to hear his voice. Inner thoughts of her own cast a silence among the world. Nathaira continued her tasks, wasting not a second. Upset by his mother's distractions, the little boy huffed with crossed arms and sat himself down on the hardwood floor. It wasn't until his grandmother came walking by the opened doorway, that he perked his attitude. At the first sight of seeing his grandmother, the boy immediately jumped up and ran towards her with a wide set grin.
"Granny!" He exclaimed, happily, propelling himself into her arms.
Mrs. McKinney struggled, adjusting her arms around the overly zealous boy. "Child, whit's wrong?" Clearly something had him upset. She knew that without a doubt to be the truth. His tiny, perfectly pouted lips gave no indication otherwise. Always very expressive, Mrs. McKinney tried to read the boy's distraught eyes. Watching him for a just a moment, his bottom lip quivering slightly and the dejected slump of both shoulders, Mrs. McKinney received her answer.
"Mommy," the boy whined loudly, arms tightening around his grandmother's slender neck. "She's ignoring me."
"Darlin'," Mrs. McKinney gasped audibly. "That's nae(not) her intention."
Her assurance did little to sooth the boy's anger. Nathaira may be acting innocently, but she has upset her son in the process of packing for their new adventure. Setting the boy down to his feet, giving him a quick kiss to the forehead, Mrs. McKinney asked him to run along. He obeyed, never one to act defiant.
She called for her daughter, "Nathaira?"
The younger woman didn't respond, continuing with organizing her belongings neatly into a suitcase. Beginning to succumb to frustration, Mrs. McKinney suddenly reached with a slightly curled hand. The physical contact jolted Nathaira from her thoughts, causing her eyes to widen and mouth hung agape.
"Something wrong, mum?" Nathaira questioned, setting down the last few items in her suitcase. She didn't see the frustration on the elder's face.
Mrs. McKinney frowned, the lines of her brow wrinkling. "Dear, yer son is lonely." She gestured to the writhing boy in her arms. Nathaira offered a kindly smile, reaching for her precious boy and smothered him with affectionate kisses.
* * *
A few hours later, Nathaira and Olyson found themselves standing before a small estate. A mediocre apartment just within the countryside of Scotland. Nathaira swelled with happiness and grinned wide in excitement. "Wanna go ben 'n' stairt unpacking?"
Olyson nodded, clutching her hand nervously.
* * *
[I'll add Draco in the next post because this got to be so long. xD You can have your OC run into him on the street or something, if you'd like.]
So sorry for the delay in replying!
I've had some rotten luck lately. -_____-
I've had some rotten luck lately. -_____-
[I'm sorry, but could I ask for longer posts?]
"Do you have a preference of name?" Maho followed Leo as he walked across the room, she stayed at a respectful distance, though, not wanting to invade his personal space. "I'll use whatever name you desire to be called." She wanted him to know that. Maho approached cautiously, extending a hand and letting it drop lightly to his shoulder. Her touch held no weight, just a mild presence that he could surely sense. "I'm glad that your key has fallen in wonderful hands." After the abuse he and Aries have suffered, they deserved to have an owner with a compassionate soul.
Realizing his discomfort with the Celestial World, Maho offered what little assurance she could. Gently gliding a single finger along the curve of his left cheek, Maho transferred a soothing aura through his body. Immediately removing her hand afterwards, she smiled happily. "Perhaps you would enjoy a walk along the Astral Plane?" Something to get him familiar with the Celestial World again. Maho gestured to the doorway with her hand, "Come along."
* * *
Not many people would be so courageous as to speak up against Ezra, something that she admired in this mysterious stranger. Even without knowing his name, she barely recognizes him as a member of the Guild, Ezra decided to allow a joint mission to be arranged. Besides, so long as she got a share of the profits, Ezra wouldn't complain. Adjusting her armor slightly, Ezra followed behind the unnamed man. She refused to walk behind him for long, suddenly taking her place at his side. Matching his stride entirely, she stayed in pace with him exactly.
"So, what's your name?" That information was crucial now, considering their position as teammates. "I'm Ezra Scarlet." She didn't bother with formalities, such as handshakes or bowing. After all, they weren't friends and hence no reason for the display. Ezra was dragging along a few suitcases all carried on a board with wheels. Where the massive object came from, no one knew. It just, sort of, appeared. Ezra always brought along more than she actually needed. However, she prefers to be prepared for anything.
Realizing his discomfort with the Celestial World, Maho offered what little assurance she could. Gently gliding a single finger along the curve of his left cheek, Maho transferred a soothing aura through his body. Immediately removing her hand afterwards, she smiled happily. "Perhaps you would enjoy a walk along the Astral Plane?" Something to get him familiar with the Celestial World again. Maho gestured to the doorway with her hand, "Come along."
* * *
Not many people would be so courageous as to speak up against Ezra, something that she admired in this mysterious stranger. Even without knowing his name, she barely recognizes him as a member of the Guild, Ezra decided to allow a joint mission to be arranged. Besides, so long as she got a share of the profits, Ezra wouldn't complain. Adjusting her armor slightly, Ezra followed behind the unnamed man. She refused to walk behind him for long, suddenly taking her place at his side. Matching his stride entirely, she stayed in pace with him exactly.
"So, what's your name?" That information was crucial now, considering their position as teammates. "I'm Ezra Scarlet." She didn't bother with formalities, such as handshakes or bowing. After all, they weren't friends and hence no reason for the display. Ezra was dragging along a few suitcases all carried on a board with wheels. Where the massive object came from, no one knew. It just, sort of, appeared. Ezra always brought along more than she actually needed. However, she prefers to be prepared for anything.
Once given permission, Maho came inside. She lowered herself to the ground, bare feet finally touching the surface lightly. Its been years since Maho saw the inside of Leo's domain, the last time was just a few weeks before his banishment. Although he was only isolated to Earth for three years, in the Celestial World time works much differently. A smile glided onto her lips, finally having the chance to see Leo after so long. "Greetings Leo." She's only ever known him by that name and isn't aware that he's taken on the persona of Loke as well. Honestly, she would feel uncomfortable calling him anything other than his proper title, but she'd also respect his wishes.
"I have an inquiry in regards to the Wizard maiden that holds your key." Maho announced, walking forwards with grace and perfect balance."May I ask a few questions about her?" She wanted to know any and everything about the Mage that now wields her friend's service. After all, Leo's prior owner was a despicable woman. Karen treated him and Aries terribly. Witnessing them return to the Celestial World with bruises and injuries always upset Maho, but she wasn't permitted to get involved. Despite being an elder Spirit, even she must obey the laws set forth by the Spirit King.
Maho seated herself in a chair that was provided, crossing her legs and placed both hands neatly atop her lap. "Your previous owner, Karen Lillica, she was unworthy to wield Celestial Spirits. I'm sorry for implying this reputation onto another that I know nothing of, but I'm concerned about your safety with this new Wizard, Leo." The last thing she wanted was to see him hurt again.
* * *
Natsu and Gray, engaged in a furious arm wrestling match, were quite the distraction. Flames and shards of ice went scattering in all directions, a few even coming dangerously close to Lucy's head. Thankfully, she knew when the duck. Being their teammate, situations like this were fairly normal and Lucy has adjusted throughout the months. A blue cat was circling the two wizards, cheering on Natsu loudly.
Lucy smiled, watching Happy only antagonize Gray further. Someone walked briefly by, catching Lucy's attention. She didn't know the individual, but they seemed rather intriguing. Suddenly, Lucy felt a hand drop onto his shoulder. She jolted, scurrying away. "Watch it, you jerk!"
"Apologies, Lucy." The voice, a mixture of feminine and authority, spoke calmly. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to join me on a mission?"
"Oh!" Lucy smiled, recognizing the flame red hair and dark eyes, not to mention the usual armor. "Ezra! Well, I'd love to but..." She glanced back at the bickering males. "I'm supposed to be going a mission with them whenever they finish."
Ezra nodded in understanding. When she went back to the mission board and discovered her notice was torn off, she frowned. "Who took that request?" She glared, searching the area. Finally someone answered and pointed to the retreating back of the mysterious man approaching the gates. Ezra caught up with him, blocking his path. "That was my mission." She declared, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed.
"I have an inquiry in regards to the Wizard maiden that holds your key." Maho announced, walking forwards with grace and perfect balance."May I ask a few questions about her?" She wanted to know any and everything about the Mage that now wields her friend's service. After all, Leo's prior owner was a despicable woman. Karen treated him and Aries terribly. Witnessing them return to the Celestial World with bruises and injuries always upset Maho, but she wasn't permitted to get involved. Despite being an elder Spirit, even she must obey the laws set forth by the Spirit King.
Maho seated herself in a chair that was provided, crossing her legs and placed both hands neatly atop her lap. "Your previous owner, Karen Lillica, she was unworthy to wield Celestial Spirits. I'm sorry for implying this reputation onto another that I know nothing of, but I'm concerned about your safety with this new Wizard, Leo." The last thing she wanted was to see him hurt again.
* * *
Natsu and Gray, engaged in a furious arm wrestling match, were quite the distraction. Flames and shards of ice went scattering in all directions, a few even coming dangerously close to Lucy's head. Thankfully, she knew when the duck. Being their teammate, situations like this were fairly normal and Lucy has adjusted throughout the months. A blue cat was circling the two wizards, cheering on Natsu loudly.
Lucy smiled, watching Happy only antagonize Gray further. Someone walked briefly by, catching Lucy's attention. She didn't know the individual, but they seemed rather intriguing. Suddenly, Lucy felt a hand drop onto his shoulder. She jolted, scurrying away. "Watch it, you jerk!"
"Apologies, Lucy." The voice, a mixture of feminine and authority, spoke calmly. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to join me on a mission?"
"Oh!" Lucy smiled, recognizing the flame red hair and dark eyes, not to mention the usual armor. "Ezra! Well, I'd love to but..." She glanced back at the bickering males. "I'm supposed to be going a mission with them whenever they finish."
Ezra nodded in understanding. When she went back to the mission board and discovered her notice was torn off, she frowned. "Who took that request?" She glared, searching the area. Finally someone answered and pointed to the retreating back of the mysterious man approaching the gates. Ezra caught up with him, blocking his path. "That was my mission." She declared, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed.
Fred sighed, he knew his brother's intentions were those of a pure heart, but even still, Cynthia deserved to know the truth. In fact, if George wouldn't be up to the task of telling her, then Fred would do so himself. He wasn't going to let something happen without Cynthia knowing that George truly loves her. For now, Fred had to tend the broadcast. He watched George return to Cynthia's room and didn't say a word.
Suddenly Cynthia began coughing horribly, blood splattering from her lips. Hermione and Ginny came quickly, followed with Molly from behind. They gently pushed George aside and Ginny shoved him out the door. When he tried to go back inside, his sister prevented him from doing so. "We need to tend to her, George. Don't get in the way!" She shouted loudly, slamming the door in his face.
From inside, Cynthia was starting to gag and Molly ordered Hermione to get warm water. Hermione conjured a bottle of heated water, handing it to Molly. Time seemed to stop as the three women tried desperately to treat Cynthia. After an hour of waiting, Fred having rejoined his side, Molly and the others came out. Their hands stained with Cynthia's blood.
"Is she?" Fred couldn't force the words to come out. Thankfully, all three of the women shook their heads.
"No," Molly sighed. "She's sleeping. I'm going to take her to St. Mungos. She needs medical treatment that we can't offer. She'll most likely stay there from now on."
"But," Fred interjected, knowing George wouldn't be alright with this.
* * *
Draco nodded in confirmation. However, when Lillian spoke in regards to Harry's father, his curiosity was peeked. He doesn't know much, if anything, about Harry's family. So the fact that Lillian did, well, he was interested to know exactly what knowledge she had. Sadly, Narcissia called them both down to the main room suddenly. Her voice sounded strained and Draco hurried past Lillian without a second thought.
"What's wrong, mother?" Draco immediately went to his mother's side. He became distressed by the dampness of her eyes, she was not alright.
"Draco, Lillian," Narcissia addressed them both. "The Dark Lord is planning to attack the Burrow where he believes Harry and his friends to be held. Apparently there's a wedding going to happen in a few days and you're both assigned to be present and capture Harry or his friends if able."
Draco frowned, "Us?"
Narcissia nodded, "Yes."
Suddenly Cynthia began coughing horribly, blood splattering from her lips. Hermione and Ginny came quickly, followed with Molly from behind. They gently pushed George aside and Ginny shoved him out the door. When he tried to go back inside, his sister prevented him from doing so. "We need to tend to her, George. Don't get in the way!" She shouted loudly, slamming the door in his face.
From inside, Cynthia was starting to gag and Molly ordered Hermione to get warm water. Hermione conjured a bottle of heated water, handing it to Molly. Time seemed to stop as the three women tried desperately to treat Cynthia. After an hour of waiting, Fred having rejoined his side, Molly and the others came out. Their hands stained with Cynthia's blood.
"Is she?" Fred couldn't force the words to come out. Thankfully, all three of the women shook their heads.
"No," Molly sighed. "She's sleeping. I'm going to take her to St. Mungos. She needs medical treatment that we can't offer. She'll most likely stay there from now on."
"But," Fred interjected, knowing George wouldn't be alright with this.
* * *
Draco nodded in confirmation. However, when Lillian spoke in regards to Harry's father, his curiosity was peeked. He doesn't know much, if anything, about Harry's family. So the fact that Lillian did, well, he was interested to know exactly what knowledge she had. Sadly, Narcissia called them both down to the main room suddenly. Her voice sounded strained and Draco hurried past Lillian without a second thought.
"What's wrong, mother?" Draco immediately went to his mother's side. He became distressed by the dampness of her eyes, she was not alright.
"Draco, Lillian," Narcissia addressed them both. "The Dark Lord is planning to attack the Burrow where he believes Harry and his friends to be held. Apparently there's a wedding going to happen in a few days and you're both assigned to be present and capture Harry or his friends if able."
Draco frowned, "Us?"
Narcissia nodded, "Yes."
No problem. ^___^
(Sorry, I've lost interest in this thread. -__-")
It wasn't long before the massive bottle of soda was left only half full, cap replaced and screwed tight. Setting the bottle aside, she opened her notebook and began writing a few notes to herself. Little reminders for the day. Go grocery shopping, clean house...etc. At least it helped pass the time. Happening to feel someone's eyes directed towards her, she slightly glanced to the side and made brief eye contact with Alex.
Jayden immediately blushed, cheeks stained darkly and downcast her eyes back to the notebook's pages. She didn't say a word, or even make a sound. Jayden continued writing until her pen ran dry, the ink no longer available. Sighing at the realization, Jayden tossed the pen forward and heard the loud clunk of it hitting the garbage can down in front. She quickly moved onto her second pen, resuming where she'd left off.
Class would be starting soon, thankfully.
Jayden immediately blushed, cheeks stained darkly and downcast her eyes back to the notebook's pages. She didn't say a word, or even make a sound. Jayden continued writing until her pen ran dry, the ink no longer available. Sighing at the realization, Jayden tossed the pen forward and heard the loud clunk of it hitting the garbage can down in front. She quickly moved onto her second pen, resuming where she'd left off.
Class would be starting soon, thankfully.
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