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 Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 9:54 pm
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xx» wнere «xx
xxxLiving Room Couch
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxGrayson
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxConfused
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ιf уσυ ωєяє fαℓℓιиg, тнєи ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αт¢н уσυxxxxxxxxxxxx
уσυ иєє∂ α ℓιgнт, ι'∂ fιи∂ α мαт¢нxxxxxxxxx
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє тнє ωαу уσυ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяиιиgxxxxxx
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αмxxx
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spaceAmata had never quite broken the habit of checking her mailbox. It was, possibly, a silly habit to have, since even when her father was still alive, he'd usually used an owl to write her, and prior to Grayson's advent in her life, she'd rarely gotten anything important via muggle mail. But, every once in a while, long ago, a friend of her father or the man himself had written her and sent it via the muggle post (for sentimental reasons, he'd said), so she'd checked her mailbox religiously for years. In the time between her father's death and Grayson moving in, it'd been an exercise in torture, a reminder that the only person who really corresponded with her in that way was gone, and would never write to her again. But, Grayson's archeological digs had put him in touch with many muggles in the profession, and since he'd moved in, her mailbox once again found itself full on occasion, however infrequently.
spaceToday, her investigation of the mailbox found her holding an odd letter on her couch, with an odd package on the cushion beside her. They'd been sent together, the return address informing her that it was, as expected, one of Grayson's archeological buddies who'd sent both. That wasn't what made it odd, nor was it even the contents. The contents might be odd, but she wouldn't know, considering she hadn't yet opened either. She was already confused just looking at the envelop, which had been addressed to 'Mr. and Mrs. Grayson Powell,' which made no sense, considering there was no Mrs. Grayson Powell. Were she a younger, more hot-headed and less self-assured version of herself, she'd be an absolute mess at the sight of it. After all, she'd been cheated on before, and it was rather hard not to immediately assume the worst of every man you dated following the one who'd done it. But, Grayson being Grayson, she had a rather hard time imagining her boyfriend cheating on her, let alone secretly being married. And to who? The marriage couldn't predate their relationship, but nor could it postdate their relationship. Which led her to the conclusion that somehow, Grayson's friend had gotten confused as to what they were to one another, because while they were very much together, they were not husband and wife by any means.
spaceAssuming the mystery was solved, she debated for a moment; it was from his friend, after all, not hers. She'd met the man and recognized the name enough to put it with a face, but she wouldn't say they were friends. She didn't actually like the man very much, because he was rather on the pompous side, but he'd been polite enough that she'd neglected to mention as much. She felt like she should tell Grayson about the letter, and the package, and let him open both, since they were, more than likely, intended for him. But, she had (presumably) been included as the recipient... hm.
spaceWell, it wasn't as though Grayson would mind her opening his mail, anyway. She started with the package, tearing it open to find a book... A newly printed book, the cover of which declared it to be a first edition. Her nose wrinkled in a mixture of exasperation and amusement when she realized Grayson's friend had apparently authored it. She wasn't surprised; the title was every bit as pretentious as she would've expected from the man. She flipped it open, curious, and found a note on the inside cover... congratulating them on the ten year anniversary of their marriage.
spaceWait, what? "... Grayson?"
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xxxι'∂ вυу уσυ яσgαιиє ωнєи уσυ ѕтαят ℓσѕιиg αℓℓ уσυя нαιя
xxxxxxѕєω σи ραт¢нєѕ тσ αℓℓ уσυ тєαя
xxxxxxxxx'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє уσυ мσяє тнαи ι ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ρяσмιѕє
xxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм
 »» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 7:02 pm
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson walked into the room, nose stuck in a book as he read through one of the latest texts he could find on the witch hunts of the past millenia. He wasn't quite paying attention to what Amata was doing, knowing that she had gone out to get the mail, but otherwise was quite oblivious to her until he heard her call his name. Blinking, he brought his book down and looked over to where she was seated, noticing the book that was next to her as well as the letter that was in her grasp. A note was also in her hand, and he frowned, trying to figure out if he'd ordered a new book sometime and had forgotten it. Oh well, he'd figure it out sometime.
Walking over, he set the book he held aside and cocked an eyebrow at the note. "What's the matter? I didn't order a book and forget about it again, did I?" It wouldn't be the first time, either. Half his library happened to be a testament to that very fact, and he was sure that it wouldn't be the last time he did something similar. Glancing over the note in question, he paused to reread it, and then looked at Amata quizzically. "Amata, I know my memory's pretty spotty at times, but we haven't been married for ten years, have we? The only wedding I recall us attending together was that one for the Brightons years ago. Or was that a ball?"
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Location: Home
Thinking: Wait, when did we get married?
Taken By: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 7:43 pm
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxLiving Room Couch
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxGrayson
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxConfused
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
ιf уσυ ωєяє fαℓℓιиg, тнєи ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αт¢н уσυxxxxxxxxxxxx
уσυ иєє∂ α ℓιgнт, ι'∂ fιи∂ α мαт¢нxxxxxxxxx
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє тнє ωαу уσυ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяиιиgxxxxxx
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αмxxx
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spaceAmata snorted when his first question upon seeing the book was whether or not he'd ordered a new one and forgotten about it. It wasn't all that uncommon for him to do exactly that, but she would hardly be pointing it out to him like this if he had. She would've just shelved it in and told him at dinner that it'd arrived. "Not this time, no," she replied. "But you need to see this."
spaceShe was relieved to see that he looked just as confused as she felt. Not that she'd really expected otherwise, since it wasn't as though he was going to remember a detail like that, not if she'd forgotten it. The closest they'd ever gotten in their entire relationship to his having to remind her of something rather than the reverse was the anniversary incident a while back. Even that wasn't the same, since it wasn't that she'd forgotten, it was that she'd had no clue he'd thought that was when they'd started dating. And still didn't quite get how he thought so, but she wasn't going to argue the point since it didn't really matter.
spaceHis question regarding his own forgetful nature made her snicker a bit. "Ball... but I think it was an engagement party? Merlin if I know, it was ages ago." And they hadn't even attended it together, they'd just both been invited because they were on staff! But, he probably thought they had been together, since by his reasoning they'd already been dating (hah) and they'd spent most of the night in each other's company. Meanwhile, all she remembered about it was the fact that it was the first time she could recall him ever noticing her in a physical sense, at least if the way his eyes had bugged out of his skull when he'd seen her was any indication. Prior to that, their relationship had been completely platonic, aside from her having a crush and kissing him when he'd awoken from the coma.
space"But, no, we haven't been married, and I have no idea how he got that idea, which is why I wanted you to see it. I mean, I can't imagine you'd have told him we were-" she doubted if getting married had ever even occurred to Grayson, not that she minded in the slightest, "so I'm just wondering how he got it in his head that we were." She crossed her arms, looking up at her boyfriend curiously. Oh, they'd been together long enough that some people would consider them 'married', but not in any official capacity. And they certainly wouldn't be celebrating ten years of it. Besides, the implication was that there'd been some sort of official ceremony, which there had not. "He was at the dig, that last trip we took, wasn't he? The one before Joel moved in with you? That would've been ten years ago, so what the hell did we say or do that made him think we'd just gotten hitched?" Her wording, she realized, sounded a bit harsh. Like she was offended or something. Which, she wasn't, but it was sort of aggravating to have someone making such an assumption. Or maybe she was just annoyed because apparently her memory was being spotty for once, since she had not, to her knowledge, done anything to suggest she and Grayson were married. Together, yes, but not married. Then again, maybe it'd been an off-handed comment one of them had made, which they thought nothing of, but had been read incorrectly? That was possible, she supposed.
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xxxι'∂ вυу уσυ яσgαιиє ωнєи уσυ ѕтαят ℓσѕιиg αℓℓ уσυя нαιя
xxxxxxѕєω σи ραт¢нєѕ тσ αℓℓ уσυ тєαя
xxxxxxxxx'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє уσυ мσяє тнαи ι ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ρяσмιѕє
xxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм
»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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