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sweetpinkpixie · 06-09-2014, 02:26 PM

SPOILER!!: you two! <33

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Oh sweet Merlin's greying underpants! IT is crying again. Tiffany quickly looked around again to make sure she wasn't attracting any unwanted attention, but she didn't really look too clearly BECAUSE SHE STILL COULDN'T FIND HIS RIGHTFUL OWNER! She's only 24 children are not her thing. Who brought this thing here anyways!?

Sigh.

Noticing the babies outreached arms, Tiffany lifted it up once more. "Please stop crying now, kid. You're making me look bad." Where's the off button again? She carefully lifted the babies arm and searched under, then lifted the other arm. Nope. Not the arms. Maybe on it's back?

The search for the button was hopeless, so naturally, in true lion king fashion Tiffany held the baby out above her with her arms reached to their full extent. She did not need anymore baby germs (or tears) on her designer gown. BUT what she did need was to find his owner. Or someone who worked in the magical creatures department. Really either would do. "Has anyone lost a... baby?" She called out to all those sitting in the area.

AND JUST THEN, BINGO!

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man who looked kind of concerned. Did people get concerned when the lost a screaming child? Possibly. Not Tiffany, she'd be relieved. But then again, she didn't have a kid. Not until now anyway.

Ahem. With baby raised above head, far away from her gown, Tiffany made her way towards the man and the other guy standing with him. "Uhum, hello, does this belong to you?" PLEASE SAY YES! And if not, then you can still have him! FOR FREE.

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Originally Posted by WeasleyGirl

SPOILER!!: Pixie and ArianaBlack

Brandon nodded "Ah yes, that would have been very interesting. Voldemort having dinner with James and Harry" as in a parallel universe ~~or costume party~~. But no, Brandon didn't like to wear costumes, unless he was force to. Before he could make his way to a table, Aron asked worried if he had seen his son. Really? Did you just lost your son? Wow...Voldemort would have had it easy. "Not really. Last time I saw him he was standing beside you" poor man. If his wife was around here she was going to be mad. Very much.

"But he can't be far from here. He must be somewhere around this room" which was a big one. A voice, a feminine one, interrupted the two adults. Brandon turned around to face a woman holding a baby. Was it the right way to hold a kid? "Aron, your son " he knew he was because of the costume.

Certainly would be an interesting sight. Aron would have made a comment about just needing Malfoys and Blacks to help solidify the imagery, but his thoughts were obviously preoccupied with finding his son. "I knew I should have put one of those baby leashes on him," he grumbled to himself. He personally hated the concept of a baby leash, but in this instant he thought it was the more brilliant invention known to mankind. Or even those squeaky shoes. Oh holy holly why hadn't he put a pair of those on his son so he could have heard him walking away?

Impish giggling erupted from the toddler when his arms were being raised. "Tiffle tiffle!" Derfael squeaked with delight. Which clearly meant 'tickle tickle' for those fluent in toddler speech. And then they were moving through the crowd a little and he was back to sucking on his thumb and playing with the top of her dress. Until he fully noticed her necklace that is. It was shiny and just asking to be tugged on. TUG TUG TUG!

RELEASE!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HE WAS GOING UP SO HIGH! WEEEEEEEE!

"DADA!"

The Department Head was on his hands and knees by now, by the way, checking under table cloths and tables to see if Derfael had crawled under there to play hide and go seek. And it was in this position that he first heard the distinct sound of 'dada' and he jumped up so fast that he knocked the backside of his head against the bottom of the table.

"Sweet Abyssinian shrivelfig," he howled as he reached up to pluck his child out of the woman's hands. "Who taught you how to hold a child?" Mandrakes? Devil's Snare? Merlin. "I mean, ahem, thank you for finding him. His curiosity know no end." He glanced down at his son in his arms. "Derfael, say thank you to the nice lady for bringing you back to daddy, yeah?"

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Tiffany quickly looked around again to make sure she wasn't attracting any unwanted attention, but she didn't really look too clearly BECAUSE SHE STILL COULDN'T FIND HIS RIGHTFUL OWNER! She's only 24 children are not her thing. Who brought this thing here anyways!? Sigh. Noticing the babies outreached arms, Tiffany lifted it up once more. "Please stop crying now, kid. You're making me look bad." Where's the off button again? She carefully lifted the babies arm and searched under, then lifted the other arm. Nope. Not the arms. Maybe on it's back? The search for the button was hopeless, so naturally, in true lion king fashion Tiffany held the baby out above her with her arms reached to their full extent. She did not need anymore baby germs (or tears) on her designer gown. BUT what she did need was to find his owner. Or someone who worked in the magical creatures department. Really either would do. *"Has anyone lost a... baby?"* She called out to all those sitting in the area. AND JUST THEN, BINGO! Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man who looked kind of concerned. Did people get concerned when the lost a screaming child? Possibly. Not Tiffany, she'd be relieved. But then again, she didn't have a kid. Not until now anyway. Ahem. With baby raised above head, far away from her gown, Tiffany made her way towards the man and the other guy standing with him. *"Uhum, hello, does this* belong to you?" PLEASE SAY YES! And if not, then you can still have him! FOR FREE. Quote: Originally Posted by WeasleyGirl SPOILER!!*: Pixie and ArianaBlack* Brandon nodded "Ah yes, that would have been very interesting. Voldemort having dinner with James and Harry" as in a parallel universe ~~or costume party~~. But no, Brandon didn't like to wear costumes, unless he was force to. Before he could make his way to a table, Aron asked worried if he had seen his son. Really? Did you just lost your son? Wow...Voldemort would have had it easy. "Not really. Last time I saw him he was standing beside you" poor man. If his wife was around here she was going to be mad. Very much. "But he can't be far from here. He must be somewhere around this room" which was a big one. A voice, a feminine one, interrupted the two adults. Brandon turned around to face a woman holding a baby. Was it the right way to hold a kid? "Aron, your son " he knew he was because of the costume. Certainly would be an interesting sight. Aron would have made a comment about just needing Malfoys and Blacks to help solidify the imagery, but his thoughts were obviously preoccupied with finding his son. "I knew I should have put one of those baby leashes on him," he grumbled to himself. He personally hated the concept of a baby leash, but in this instant he thought it was the more brilliant invention known to mankind. Or even those squeaky shoes. Oh holy holly why hadn't he put a pair of those on his son so he could have heard him walking away? Impish giggling erupted from the toddler when his arms were being raised. "Tiffle tiffle!" Derfael squeaked with delight. Which clearly meant 'tickle tickle' for those fluent in toddler speech. And then they were moving through the crowd a little and he was back to sucking on his thumb and playing with the top of her dress. Until he fully noticed her necklace that is. It was shiny and just asking to be tugged on. TUG TUG TUG! RELEASE! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HE WAS GOING UP SO HIGH! WEEEEEEEE! "DADA!" The Department Head was on his hands and knees by now, by the way, checking under table cloths and tables to see if Derfael had crawled under there to play hide and go seek. And it was in this position that he first heard the distinct sound of 'dada' and he jumped up so fast that he knocked the backside of his head against the bottom of the table. "Sweet Abyssinian shrivelfig," he howled as he reached up to pluck his child out of the woman's hands. "Who taught you how to hold a child?" Mandrakes? Devil's Snare? Merlin. "I mean, ahem, thank you for finding him. His curiosity know no end." He glanced down at his son in his arms. "Derfael, say thank you to the nice lady for bringing you back to daddy, yeah?" __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like