09-10-2016, 07:01 PM
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Abraxan
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12
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Originally Posted by Tazzie HOLD THAT THOUGHT...WHAT?
Mordred was definitely keeping her on shock. Brows scrunched up, the look of feigned betrayal was on her face. "What?! How could you, Mordred Alexander Mordaunt? Really. Sophie got pregnant with twins and you didn't tell me? She gave birth to these children...I know I've only seen this one yet but I am sure his twin...Wait, brother or sister?" GAH. She was going to strangle her friend for her late knowledge about these things. These were important things. Very! "I am so mad at you right now...." Finger pointing at you, Mordred.
But of course, "As for you, nope. Aunt Beezus loves you already." Beezus told Noah in a sweet, childish voice unlike the one she used to deal with his Dad. Did she want to hold him? Is that even a question. Gently but expertly, the brunette took the kid from his father and rested him on her hip. He was looking somewhat curiously at her. Mordred was right, the Mordaunt was strong with this one. "You're going to break a lot of hearts one day." Beam. "I'm your Aunt Beezus, okay? Can you say Beezus?" Okay, Mordred. You can go home now. Quote:
Originally Posted by JennMarie Athena walked into the daycare just a few minutes late, Abram on her hip. It wasnt everyday she took her son to work with her but he wasn't feeling well and she felt better Ithinkimreadytogobackoutside him with her verses the sitter today. "good morning, sorry I'm late."She smiled at the two younger adults in her lobby area making conversation and went to put her almost one year old son down in a playpen back behind her desk along with some morning cracker snacks. "no rush at all, Carry on your conversation, take all the time you need." She wasn't into rushing people out the door while they were having a seemingly good time. So she went to her desk and pulled out her anticipated sheet for the day. All her usual babies. Fun!!!! Did she just full name him? Beezus earned his signature smirk as he brushed his hair with his fingers. Well, isn’t this just like old times? “You’re barking at the wrong tree, my friend. I did send owls to everyone. There was a picture of our twins in their Birth Announcement cards.” Times have changed indeed. Not all owls can be depended on nowadays it seems. “Noah’s sister. Her name is Catherine, after my late mother.” They had trouble naming her at first because there’s a plethora of wonderful names for girls. Sophie did strike gold when she chose Catherine. It would be great reminder for his children about their paternal grandmother, even if she had gone too soon.
Mordred snapped out of his reverie when a finger was pointed in between his eyes. Well, who said reunions with Beezus Castell would go smoothly?
Smirking again, Mordred sat on the available armchair and started to clean up his shirt with his wand. The smirk was replaced with a warm grin as he listened to the baby conversation happening. Mordred can’t help but feel surreal at the moment.
Another familiar face entered the facility, and Mordred looked up to see Athena zoom past them. “A good day to you too, Athena.” He said, scrubbing off the remaining chunk of apple on his shirt. “Just dropped by to feed Noah.” He said gesturing his head towards his visitor and his son.
Noah kept both of his fists closed, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what on earth the woman was saying. Bright green eyes stared at the woman, somewhat surprised with the new voice. “How have you been, Applehead? I haven’t heard from you for a very long time.” Mordred asked as he watched the both of them from his seat. The both of them have been busy with their lives apparently, and he was sure a lot has changed during the years they haven’t seen each other’s shadows. So what’s up with you, Beatrice?
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