06-22-2020, 04:16 PM
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Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Octavius Jude Salander Ravenclaw Second Year | Slytherindor ♛ The Crazytastic Besties ♛ Shan Watson ♛ Quote:
Originally Posted by iBeJenn Why did they ever let their kids go to Hogwarts? Selena was absolutely sick with worry. The former Slytherin went to her happy place whenever she was this upset. And that happy place happened to be the zoo where she used to bring her favorite three children when they were younger. But they weren't little children anymore and Selena couldn't pick them up and spin them around recklessly. Heck, Peter was probably going to be tall enough to spin Sel around soon.
The winter air was nice and refreshing and the creatures outdoor seemed a bit sluggish but that was fine. Selena had more than enough creatures to care for back at home - some muggle, some not and all of them utterly perfect in her eyes. But no amount of creatures could fill that little people void left in her heart each time the kids went off to Hogwarts. Being unable to send them their fruit baskets and sweets made it all the harder. It had been a long and dreadful tear-filled holidays without them. She had the house decorated all pretty with presents wrapped under the tree and no one to open them. "Do you think they're alright?" Selena asked a sleeping niffler. She had barely heard from them all term.
Hm... maybe... it would be a nice surprise for Juliette if she had a niffler back at home. Who could say no to that furry belly? Maybe Selena should've stayed near the entrance since she was supposed to meet Emma. Though would Selena be surprised if Emma had a tracker on her? Absolutely not. Emma was always the more responsible one. Emma's client was running over their appointment time. She had agreed to meet this client at their apartment with the mock up designs that she needed to review with them; however, the client hadn't remembered their appointment and was running a half an hour late. Instead of asking Emma to reschedule the appointment, the client still insisted on meeting. Days like this made Emma wonder if she should have stayed at the Ministry instead of pursuing her other passion in interior design. This career path just seemed to suit her family more with Braeden off and about directing. She could be at home with her own children and raise them. Fortunately the blonde had managed to escape her client because she had texted Braeden to call her to get her out of the meeting. Had she had a family emergency? Well not REALLY - but it would have been one if she were late to meet up with Selena. Her Hogwarts best friend from day one had literally become her sister- not by blood- but chosen by her.
"Have you heard any news from the kids?" she asked her husband as she hopped off of the bus at Regent's park before walking along the street towards the London Zoo. The Scamander Zoo was just across the road from it. "I just... I know you know how I feel about this. It's just... I feel helpless that we can't do anything." The blonde paused, walking through the entrance as she listened to her husband. Not seeing Selena nearby, Emma wandered further in with mobile device in hand, listening to Braeden. She knew how disappointed he had been not to see their kids at Christmas even little Juliette who they considered a prodigal daughter for them. "Don't worry. Evie will keep them in line. She's responsible." Yes, Evie had inherited Emma's perceptiveness and wit when it came to unusual situations that needed a solution. She chuckled when she heard Braeden's agreement that he wasn't worried about Evie. She was their survivor child. Emma wasn't too worried about Juliette either. The girl was also resourceful. Besides, she was sure between the two of them they'd be able to figure something out. She was more concerned over Peter. Sweet shy Peter. Her son who wore his heart on his sleeve and had inherited Braeden's lopsided grin and goofy sense of humour. Her sweet boy.
"I see Selena waiting up ahead. Will you be home for dinner?" she asked, fixing her scarf. Emma hoped he would be home. Two days ago, he had gone back to filming in Ireland and with the kids MIA - she just wanted him to be home. Her heart dropped at his answer. Not tonight. Forcing a smile on her lips, she nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow then. I love you." Signing off of the phone, she walked up behind her friend and offered her a smile. "Hey. Sorry for running late. Horrid client," she said as she made her way to stand next to her friend. Reaching her arms out, she offered her a hug. "How are you holding up?"
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