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Shanners · 06-14-2013, 12:44 AM

Had it really been ten years since Tamzin had graduated? Hogsmeade, she frequented plenty. Rooney described it as his ‘favourite place ever’ and so she liked to bring him whenever she went. Which, included today. Her five year old son sat on her hip, holding on tightly like she had asked, and surprisingly on his best behaviour. She supposed the latter was because she had mentioned that Elodie would be around somewhere, perhaps. And Rooney did dote on the teen.

She’d been in on the loop via owl that Hogwarts was having money issues from day one, and had been sending her goddaughter enough to cover trips into her common room. It wasn’t that she needed to, because Braison had been doing exactly the same, she just felt like she had to. Besides, there may come a time: an emergency, some would say, where Elodie needed an extra few trips.

The winter hadn’t yet caught on her tighted legs, but as she put her son down, she made sure his coat was done up. Flu bugs were nasty, and forbid he caught one. Tam took his hand there, and headed towards who seemed to be manning the donation station… Ah, Professor Bunbury.

”You see the lady, Rooney? She was one of my Professors,” the mother spoke quietly, crouching just enough to be at his level as she produced the cute coin bag her daughter, who was spending the evening with the Robertser’s, had chosen, ”and now Hogwarts needs our help, huh? Who’d have known it buddy?”

Her children would be Hogwarts attendee’s in the years to come, or so the twenty-eight year old hoped. The money she was donating was on behalf of herself, and her best friend. Braison would have came, but with his wife pregnant, he was being a hermit. As Elodie’s guardians, Tamzin and Braison had sat down and discussed what exactly they were going to donate to a school that had seen them both through education, and was now seeing his little sister. They’d agreed on a...decent amount each. More than enough, she told herself as she questioned adding more.

Mummy was weird when she wasn’t wearing her superhero cape. Even weirder than when Dexxxxx was around, and they were being all icky ick and kissy kissy. Rooney just grinned at her, and used the hand that wasn’t holding hers to make sure his hair was all nice, and his bowtie was in place. ”Mama? Can I put it in? The money? I want to tell the lady something.” That he, Rooney Alexander Allerby, would one day be a student here. If he begged hard enough, and was super well behaved. So she had to stay here forever. Because her hair was nice.

At five years old, Rooney knew he would be expected to look all smart today, (nothing to do with maybe seeing Elodie, oopsie) that was why he chose the bowtie. It made him look all smart. His shoes didn’t, but there was a legitimate reason why he couldn’t wear his smart shoes. He wasn’t allowed to talk about that though.

With the bag of coins now in his hand, he tugged at his mothers arm, and made his own way towards the pretty lady. Purposely jiggling the pouch, so she HEARD them coming. Did she like Ben 10?! He had more than ten coins in here.

”Hi lady!”

”Headmistress.” She was one of those who aged well, it seemed.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Had it really been ten years since Tamzin had graduated? Hogsmeade, she frequented plenty. Rooney described it as his ‘favourite place ever’ and so she liked to bring him whenever she went. Which, included today. Her five year old son sat on her hip, holding on tightly like she had asked, and surprisingly on his best behaviour. She supposed the latter was because she had mentioned that Elodie would be around somewhere, perhaps. And Rooney did dote on the teen. She’d been in on the loop via owl that Hogwarts was having money issues from day one, and had been sending her goddaughter enough to cover trips into her common room. It wasn’t that she needed to, because Braison had been doing exactly the same, she just felt like she had to. Besides, there may come a time: an emergency, some would say, where Elodie needed an extra few trips. The winter hadn’t yet caught on her tighted legs, but as she put her son down, she made sure his coat was done up. Flu bugs were nasty, and forbid he caught one. Tam took his hand there, and headed towards who seemed to be manning the donation station… Ah, Professor Bunbury. ”You see the lady, Rooney? She was one of my Professors,” the mother spoke quietly, crouching just enough to be at his level as she produced the cute coin bag her daughter, who was spending the evening with the Robertser’s, had chosen, ”and now Hogwarts needs our help, huh? Who’d have known it buddy?” Her children would be Hogwarts attendee’s in the years to come, or so the twenty-eight year old hoped. The money she was donating was on behalf of herself, and her best friend. Braison would have came, but with his wife pregnant, he was being a hermit. As Elodie’s guardians, Tamzin and Braison had sat down and discussed what exactly they were going to donate to a school that had seen them both through education, and was now seeing his little sister. They’d agreed on a...decent amount each. More than enough, she told herself as she questioned adding more. Mummy was weird when she wasn’t wearing her superhero cape. Even weirder than when Dexxxxx was around, and they were being all icky ick and kissy kissy. Rooney just grinned at her, and used the hand that wasn’t holding hers to make sure his hair was all nice, and his bowtie was in place. ”Mama? Can I put it in? The money? I want to tell the lady something.” That he, Rooney Alexander Allerby, would one day be a student here. If he begged hard enough, and was super well behaved. So she had to stay here forever. Because her hair was nice. At five years old, Rooney knew he would be expected to look all smart today, (nothing to do with maybe seeing Elodie, oopsie) that was why he chose the bowtie. It made him look all smart. His shoes didn’t, but there was a legitimate reason why he couldn’t wear his smart shoes. He wasn’t allowed to talk about that though. With the bag of coins now in his hand, he tugged at his mothers arm, and made his own way towards the pretty lady. Purposely jiggling the pouch, so she HEARD them coming. Did she like Ben 10?! He had more than ten coins in here. ”Hi lady!” ”Headmistress.” She was one of those who aged well, it seemed. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________