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SilverTiger · 06-08-2014, 10:12 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

With the holidays from the ministry in full swing Tasha pushed the baby stroller away from the leaky cauldron and bustling streets full of shopping people towards the city park. Her little baby boy was tucked in under the warm blankets in the stroller sleeping peacefully. Tugging her coat closer against the cold Tasha steered the little stroller to one of the benches with view out over the fountain.

Sitting down on the bench she leaned back and waited for Dorian to come join her with the steaming coffee he had promised to buy at one of the vendors. They were just going to make a short stop in the park before they made the trip over to her parent’s house. Tasha knew her mother wanted to add on to the list of names for the baby.

Every once in a while, it seemed unreal to think about how much his life had changed over the past year. Aside from the whole Ministry lockout, Dorian had actually had a good year, and those hadn’t come often. Plus, they were all back in the Ministry, so even that had worked out. He had been looking forward to the holidays, and other recent events had lightened his mood even more. His past still haunted him, but he could see a future. A future that was currently waiting at the park, yet he’d held back for a second to just watch the two of them sitting there, yards away from him. Years before, he would have never thought any of this was possible, but there it was. His wife and child. Not as he had expected when he had been younger, but he still was grateful for them. He was grateful that Natasha had understood, and she’d helped him get over his loss. And now this.

After taking that moment, he went back into motion, striding across the street toward the park, coffee cups warming both hands. At least they had time before they had to be at her parents’ house. He’d never really thought how difficult it could be to come up with a name, but apparently he’d been proven wrong. Everyone seemed to want to give suggestions, and as he’d lifted one of the cups to drink his usual espresso, a wry smile flickered on his face. It was probably lucky most of MLE wasn’t aware, or there would probably be even more names on the list. “How is he?,” he said, arriving at the bench and handing his wife the other cup. It was definitely winter.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch With the holidays from the ministry in full swing Tasha pushed the baby stroller away from the leaky cauldron and bustling streets full of shopping people towards the city park. Her little baby boy was tucked in under the warm blankets in the stroller sleeping peacefully. Tugging her coat closer against the cold Tasha steered the little stroller to one of the benches with view out over the fountain. Sitting down on the bench she leaned back and waited for Dorian to come join her with the steaming coffee he had promised to buy at one of the vendors. They were just going to make a short stop in the park before they made the trip over to her parent’s house. Tasha knew her mother wanted to add on to the list of names for the baby. Every once in a while, it seemed unreal to think about how much his life had changed over the past year. Aside from the whole Ministry lockout, Dorian had actually had a good year, and those hadn’t come often. Plus, they were all back in the Ministry, so even that had worked out. He had been looking forward to the holidays, and other recent events had lightened his mood even more. His past still haunted him, but he could see a future. A future that was currently waiting at the park, yet he’d held back for a second to just watch the two of them sitting there, yards away from him. Years before, he would have never thought any of this was possible, but there it was. His wife and child. Not as he had expected when he had been younger, but he still was grateful for them. He was grateful that Natasha had understood, and she’d helped him get over his loss. And now this. After taking that moment, he went back into motion, striding across the street toward the park, coffee cups warming both hands. At least they had time before they had to be at her parents’ house. He’d never really thought how difficult it could be to come up with a name, but apparently he’d been proven wrong. Everyone seemed to want to give suggestions, and as he’d lifted one of the cups to drink his usual espresso, a wry smile flickered on his face. It was probably lucky most of MLE wasn’t aware, or there would probably be even more names on the list. “How is he?,” he said, arriving at the bench and handing his wife the other cup. It was definitely winter. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥