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 Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 12:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 12:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 11:28 pm
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Scout Emma's Burrowing Owl 
By the time Scout got to Cora’s home in the Cotswold, he practically collapsed on one of the window sills. Luckily he made it like he knew he would. One letter left and that was it. He’d be done. Suddenly the owl wondered if the family had owl treats. He wouldn’t mind some snacks, maybe a nap before heading home. Luckily his job was done and was sure Emma would be sending him on any more adventures for a while.
The letter read...
Emma Hello Cora, it’s Emma. Oh and Scout’s super friendly, especially if there’s food involved. He’ll eat anything. If you want to give him something I’m sure he’d appreciate it after the long flight he had. I wrote to Hannah as well, which is why this letter ten times better than the one I wrote to her. I needed to vent to someone and I thought who better then you guys.
My uncle is making me go to my parents. You remember the story about how I found out I was a witch? And how I said I planned on using my exams as a way out? Well, it looks like my uncle wasn’t letting that one fly. It worked for a little while but I guess he said enough is enough. Sucks for me, since I’ll be stuck with my parents for a week, maybe two depending on how they feel. Wish I didn’t have to. Though my uncle said he’d make it up to me. I can hope. Hey, maybe I’ll get lucky and it’ll just be my mum and me. That would be nice. Definitely beats being stuck with my so called father.
Anyways talk to you later, Emma
OOC: Figured since I said Emma was writing letters that I should write letters. That way we're all in the same loop. smile
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:18 pm
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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty One - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Although Yvonne was rarely home alone, she always got her privacy. No one tended to bother her or try and hang out with her. Even though Aunt Ellen and Phil were both home, her attic bedroom was rather secluded. The twenty one year old didn’t even have to leave her room to use to bathroom – it was great! In fact, the only time she ever really left her room was when she either needed food or needed to leave the house. The only thing she didn’t like about her room – but never got around to changing – was the colour. Pink. Alex used to live here, but even that seemed odd that she chose pink for her walls and ceiling. On the bright side, it wasn’t some hideous, obnoxious shade. Maybe that was why Yves never got around to changing it – it didn’t annoy her too much. She was sure, however, that Jonas found it astonishing that a girl who wore all black, all the time, lived in a Barbie room.
Yvonne, on the other hand, found it surprising that Jonas listened to secular music. The impression that Beth gave her was that the Christian boy only spoke and heard religious words; that he was one of those crazies who believed God was in control of everything and that if anyone thought otherwise, they were horrible, awful people who would go to Hell. But, Yvonne learned that Beth had been wrong when she discovered that she and her blind date had similar music taste. Not only that, but he was a lot more of a normal Christian than even Yves had been – who did believe in God and all that jazz, but her mind rebelled against a lot of the stories she’s been told growing up. “Have you heard this song before?” she asked, shuffling through the music library on her phone before tapping Lying is the Most Fun... by Panic! At The Disco. “It’s super old, but still one of my favourites.” Yvonne mostly wanted to see Jonas’ reaction to the lyrics, but she did enjoy the song.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
Mixing coca cola drinks like a foreigner.
International baby, it's a frenzy. Looking trendy, gucci, fendi.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2022 3:42 pm
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Chelsea Durant & Philip Quimby-Winthrop Wedding
Saturday, October 27, 2057
Quimby Family Home
Wedding Party
Bride: Chelsea Durant
Groom: Philip Quimby-Winthrop
Maid of Honour: Sabrina Richardson
Best Man: Elijah Beaumont
Bridesmaids: Laire Thornburn & Macie Beaumont
Groomsmen: Issac Whitethorne & Edric Nott
Flower Girl: Melodie Marteau with Roxanne Archer
Ring Bearer: Ethan Durant
Guests
*all guests may bring +1's & their children
Felix & Renee Quimby
Gabriel Quimby & Colleen Quimby
Pierre Bertrand & Valerie Bertrand
Eleanor Quimby & Tristan Winthrop
Rosabella Winthrop, Andrea Hart & Gaspard Dufour
Jessica Quimby-Winthrop
Kevin & Dove Durant
Oliver Durant
Alexandria, Christian, Penelope & Syd Barrett
Cordelia, Dakota, Noreen & James Vann
Zoe, Kylian, Melodie & Tallis Marteau
Yvonne, Jonas, Matthew & Tobias Spencer
Chadwick & Finley Archer
Rebecca Richardson
Lea Baybrooke
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2022 4:14 pm
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Philip Quimby-Winthrop
Twenty Eight Years Old - Hufflepuff Alumnus - Adopted
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies & Injuries - Mediwizard
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Philip had craved stability as a kid but only seemed to get it after he had been five years old. Many would consider him lucky – it only taking five years for a family to decide that he was finally the one they wanted, the best of the bunch that were available. However, it was too late. By that point, he had closed himself off from connecting with others, scared that once he got too close and attached, he’d have to say goodbye. So, he stayed reclusive and kept to himself. As time went on and he stayed with his new family, he started to become more open with them. However, he and some of his older siblings didn’t know each other all that well even to this day. Perhaps it was due to them having had already moved out, or maybe they were just too different in age to really get to know each other. Regardless, opening up more with those that lived in his household at the time allowed him to make new friends outside of their home – the first being Chelsea.
Philip couldn’t believe that the little blonde girl at the park in her Pokemon sneakers – the same ones that matched his – stood at the altar and vowed to love him in sickness and in health forevermore. He was so happy that his inner child healed enough to open up, knowing full well that the possibility of having to say goodbye one day still existed but chose love instead of closing himself off. Because of that, he got to marry the woman of his dreams. As Phil and Chelsea swayed on the dance floor for the bride and groom’s first dance, he whispered in her ear, “Chelsea Quimby-Winthrop, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He thought he’d be nervous dancing with her while all eyes were on them, but once they started, everyone around them seemed to disappear. Once the song ended, Philip took his seat to let Chelsea dance with her father, then vice versa. Finally, the dance floor opened up to everyone else, and the party could really start.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
♫♫ You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there.
I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two. You'll be there.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 7:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 12:54 pm
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I don't wanna be a f r a i d. I wanna wake up f e e l i n g
B e a u t i f u l today and know that I'm okay
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Jessica Quimby-Winthrop
Nineteen Years Old - Slytherin Alumna - Pureblood - Cook at La Petite Fantaisie
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Although Jessica was so happy for Philip and Chelsea for getting married, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of fear of missing out due this weekend being Halloween weekend, and wished that she was able to attend both the wedding and her friend’s party. Part of her was half hoping she’d be able to show up in a full on costume – something wedding appropriate like Lydia Deetz in her red dress – and then sneak off to a party late at night once everyone was too drunk and tired to even realize she was gone. Lochi could have dressed as Beetlejuice himself in that same scene, minus the makeup and crazy hair until after they had snuck out. Unfortunately, he was much too selfless and talked her into sticking around for the full wedding, skipping any Halloween festivities that were going on tonight.
On the bright side, she didn’t have to miss out on Halloween completely. They had attended a party last night and were planning on going out on October 31st as well, so it wasn’t like the whole spooky season was ruined. Plus, she had started daydreaming about possibly having their future wedding on Halloween and having the dress code be fancy costumes if she and Lochi ended up getting married. At this point, she thought they were still too young. She hadn’t even moved out of her parents house – no way was she going to get married anytime soon. Bless Calliope and Eden for getting hitched so young, but that just wasn’t how Jessica had pictured things. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to marry Lochi someday. Looking over at him lovingly, she squeezed his hand tightly. “Want to get more snacks?” she asked. “I’ve been eyeing the caramelized apples.”
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
'Cause everyone's p e r f e c t in unusual ways
You see, I just wanna b e l i e v e in me
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 1:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2022 6:55 pm
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Always stay here, never leave me
★ These will be lifelong stories
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Cordelia Vann
Hufflepuff Alumna - Thirty Nine Years Old - Halfblood - Married - Mother - Head of the Ghoul Task Force Beast Division
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures
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Cordelia admired how her family home and backyard had been transformed into a beautiful wedding venue for Philip and Chelsea. However, she would have never chosen to have her wedding here. It was nice for someone else, but it definitely wasn’t her style. Besides, she didn’t need nosy guests snooping around her family’s home even if she had already moved out by that time and had taken the vast majority of her belongings with her.
Looking around, Cordelia noticed just how many guests, including members of her own family, wore the wedding colours even though they were not a part of the wedding party. The brunette shook her head, embarrassed on their behalf. Did someone have to spell it out for them? Red, orange and yellow were very clearly going to be used in the wedding based on the invitations they received, so what were the guests’ responsibilities? To wear anything but those three colours (and to bring a gift, of course). Wearing black to a wedding would have been better in her opinion. Wearing white, on the other hand, may have been the only colour that was even worse to wear.
She supposed she shouldn’t care as much as she did, but the faux-pas really irked Cordelia. Maybe she’d have to have a talk with them once the reception was over. Still feeling a little annoyed, she commented, “Some people really need to learn proper wedding etiquette. You’d think after attending as many as we have that they would have learned what not to wear by now.” Finally taking her eyes off of the others’ outfits, she turned to Dakota and suggested, “Let’s get a drink.” Surely sipping on a cocktail would distract her from focusing too much on what they wore.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
The light from your eyes made it feel like
We were dancing in the moonlight ☾
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2022 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2022 4:22 pm
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Comme un m é d i c a m e n t, moi, je suis r i e n sans toi
Et je sais que, je sais que jе p e r d s du temps dans tes b r a s
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Zoe Marteau
Thirty Four Years Old - Married - Mother - Pureblood
Beauxbatons Alumna - Hair Stylist - Magic Clips Salon
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Zoe sat at the table with Tallis on her mother’s lap and Melodie on her father’s. Even with the children occupied by their grandparents, it was clear that the Zoe and Kylian were exhausted. Having two extremely young children was a lot tougher than she anticipated and sometimes, she did not know why they decided to have a second child so quickly. They must have made that decision when they were already quite sleep deprived, or perhaps they had lost their mind. Yvonne was always the Quimby sister who loved coffee, but lately, Zoe has been drinking it as if she would literally die without it. “Combien de temps pensez-vous que nous devons rester avant qu'il ne soit approprié de partir?” she asked, leaning into her husband’s ear. Zoe loved Philip and was so happy to be at his wedding, watching him marry the girl that he’s been in love with since he was a kid, but in this moment, she really just needed to sleep. “Peut-être que nous pouvons laisser nos enfants avec mes parents,” she suggested half-jokingly, eying her mother across the table. They’d be staying with Eleanor and Tristan for a few more days, so maybe they could give their daughter and son-in-law a couple of days’ break to sleep and recharge their energy.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
((Translation: “How much time do you think we need to stay before it's appropriate to leave?”
“Maybe we can leave our kids with my parents.”)) xxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxxxxxxx 
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2022 11:16 pm
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 If I show you all my d e m o n s and we dive into the d e e p end
Would we c r a s h and burn like every time b e f o r e ?
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Penelope Barrett
Twenty Years Old - Gryffindor Alumna - Halfblood
Licensed Apparition Professor - Tour Guide at Terror Tours
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Philip and Chelsea’s wedding was the second wedding, Eden and Callie’s being the first, that Penelope had attended with Yuko as her date. Although Cenek was a good wedding date, and she felt a little weird about hanging out with Finley and Chadwick at her uncle’s wedding without him, she had to admit she loved going to weddings with Yukon. He really loved cutesy romantic things and acted extra lovingly when surrounded by and celebrating love. While seated, the couple practically cuddled, making Penny hope that Finley and Chadwick didn’t mind considering they sat across from them. However, if they were going to call her out on it, she had plenty of years of ammo to use against them for doing the exact same thing.
As she ate the snacks in front of her, she looked over at the dance floor. If she wasn’t as high as she was, she would probably have dragged Yukon out to dance. Later, she promised herself as she needed to get feeling back into her legs first. Alas, she continued to eat, melting more into her boyfriend as she did. Maybe one day he’d be her husband. Suddenly, the witch realized that she was probably going to be the next person to marry in her family. Well, it would either be her or Jessica – not Rosabella since she would have probably gotten hitched by now if she wanted to. She supposed that the younger girl had been with her boyfriend for longer, but that didn’t mean they’d get married before her, especially if her relationship with Yukon continued to go well. Then again, Penny didn’t really have too much insight into her aunt’s relationship – God, she hated referring to Jessica as that. They were only family by adoption, nothing more. Was Penny even going to be invited to the wedding? Would she invite Jessica if she married first?
These were questions that Penelope did not know the answer to, nor would she find an answer tonight. Only time would really tell, and if Jessica did get married first and not invite her, then she would make sure not to invite Jessica to hers. “When’s your wedding again?” Penny asked her friends. She knew they were in the middle of planning it, or at least Finley was, but she couldn’t quite remember if they set a date or what it was. Waiting for an answer, the brunette scarfed more food into her mouth.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I would tell you all my s e c r e t s . Wrap your a r m s around my weakness
If the only other option's l e t t i n g go, I'll stay v u l n e r a b l e
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