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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 02:46 AM Post #161 |
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With a few blinks, Kevin frowned and them smiled in a goodnatured, humorous manner. "I'm sure that dinner will be très très très très délicieux--- very delicious, I promise, and not very disaster." He laughed at his own ridiculous remark; Emma had somehow put him in a very good place. He wasn't fully aware of what it was that was going on around him, or why, he just knew that he was grateful. He truly didn't deserve this, not really. So. He decided he'd just be selfish for the night. Because, well. He wanted it. He gave a low reluctant laugh as she walked away from him, watching her leave and arching an eyebrow, before turning around to look for the champagne. Locating some, he poured it into the glass with ease, using his wand to prevent any spills possible. Deciding to strike up simple conversation; they were apparently going to wait after all, at least for dinner, he called, "So where were you all day? And your parents took Katie for the evening, I'm assuming? " |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 03:37 AM Post #162 |
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Emma giggled at Kevin's comment as she wandered into the kitchen met with the wonderful smell of the coking. It only too a quick glance in each saucepan and in the oven to see that nothing was burnt and ready to serve. It seemed Kevin's hunger pangs were the ideal egg timer and the real one started to buzz. "Well nothing's burnt or undercooked," she called back over her shoulder and it does look good, even if I do say so myself. And it really did. Spearing a green bean on the end of a fork, Emma took a bite. "Hmmm... tastes good as well." She could hear the guklg of wine being poured into glasses and turned to switching off the oven and stove, pulling two plates from the cuboard. Emma was heartened to hear Kevin laugh, just glad to see him smiling really. He truly had seemed rather tense lately, as much as he might seem to try and hide it from her. That was part of the reason for that evening. He needed a break and something to take his mind off of his troubles. Kevin's voice drifted in from the living room just as Emma was taking the porkchops out the oven. Setting them carefully on the plate and tunring to the vegetables she called back an answer. "Well... I had to ran a few errands in town this morning with Katie, seeing as it's my day off. I needed to... pick up a few things." She wondered if Kevin could pick up the amusement in her voice as she thought, of course about buying ingredients for dinner and the champagne but also the Gladrags and Silky Little Secrets in Diagon Alley for her evening's attire. "Yes, Katie's at my parent's. I dropped her off just after lunch and we can pick her up any time tomorrow." That gave them the option of a rare lie-in. "Then this afternoon, I went with Lynx on that spa trip we got her for Christmas. Remember? I booked myself in for the afternoon as well for a pampering session and of course a good gossip with Lynx. I haven't seen her in ages.." She broke away from the oven to do a little twirl in the doorway, showing off her glowing skin, and touched up hair, make-up and nails, compliments of the staff at Cascades. "Thought I'd make the effort to look extra special for you this evening." Emma grinned, before ducking back into the kitchen, emerging moments later balancing a heaped plate in each hand, the unopened jar of mint sauce for the lamb chops, tucked under arm. "Here we go." She set a plate at each setting. "Lamb chops, mint sauce and veggies. And there's dessert setting in the fridge for afters." Emma settled herself in the seat opposite, letting Kevin take the first bite. "Bon appettite." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 06:22 PM Post #163 |
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Kevin grinned as he set the glasses of champagne down and he drew out her chair for her before taking a seat himself to wait. When she laid the plate down in front of him, he stole a quick kiss and winked. When was the last time he had allowed himself to be this happy? It felt like months considering recent events...if not a year. It had been a year ago, after all, that Julie had returned. Although if he wanted to be honest, before Julie had returned, he'd been running from Bridgette and spending time in France. Before which was Matthew... Damn. They'd certainly had a long, hard road hadn't they? In a lot of ways, Kevin was surprised they'd made it. But he couldn't necessarily say it was a bad thing. Nothing could tear them apart. He refused to let it, she refused to let it. And now it felt like they had made it. Now it felt like they had made it. Now it felt like they had won, somehow. And he was ridiculously happy about it. "Em...I truly don't know what to say." He was referring to the explanation of everything she'd done that afternoon for him. Where had he been? Trying to apologize to Tiger...failing miserably at it, but at least he had tried. Still, it was very clear to him who had had the better day. If you put his visit to Tiger, with the fact that Abi and him had spent a few moments talking and he'd learned that Julie was getting married...well, he was honestly really happy that she was, because he just wanted her to be happy himself -- but he didn't have any inclination to bring it up right then. It was just a big thing. They were all moving on with their lives..and it was wonderful that things could work out for them both, and still slightly bittersweet. Still? He was smiling. He was really happy for her, and he was even happier to know that Emma had done all of this. His grin widened as he looked at the plate and nodded once to himself. "Bon appetite indeed." After taking a bite, he took a few minutes to let the savory, warm taste flood through him and his eyebrow immediately raised before he laughed and nodded. "Tres' délicieux, Emma. Bravo." He was enjoying the fact that they were somewhat making progress in speaking broken French-English at home. It meant that Katie would grow up bilingual as he had, and that he could speak easier in his native tongue without letting his English ever die. And plus, it was easier to sound romantic in French-- that he had to admit. "How is Lynx? I mean, I've seen her at the office but..." He shrugged. She'd only really just gotten off maternity leave, and it had been a lot of paperwork and attempting to decode lately. "I hope you two didn't talk shop the whole time..you really deserved that day off." He laughed. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 08:31 PM Post #164 |
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"Merci, mon amour," Emma murmured, trying her best to reply in what little broken French she knew or had picked up, their last French lesson not really amounting to much more than making out on the sofa and letting a perfectly good peperoni pizza go to waste. This... this was what things should always be like, how that used to be, before all the hell that the universe had thrown at them. Before old loves had returned from the dead, before kidnappings and potions, moments of weakness, strange gifts...It had been one constant strain after another, one threat, one dilemma tragedy... with barely a moments peace yet here they were enjoying themselves and it felt strangely... odd. Wonderful but odd. Emma wasn't used to this and she was sure Kevin probably wasn't either. It was rare for them to just be aloud to well... be. "And what have you been up to? I had worried you'd be home before I had the chance to set everything up." In fact, as much as Emma had been determined to set up the evening for that night, she'd woken up that morning after Kevin had head out, having completely forgotten whether he had work, the day of...or anything on that day. For all she could remember, her was on the late shift and wouldn't be back till well after dark. But here he was, here she was and the evening was going to plan. No interruptions. Emma refused to let anything disrupt their evening. "Don't say anything. It's my pleasure." Emma murmured, taking a bite of her meal, somewhat surprised that it actually tasted as good as at smelt. "I wanted to do this." At Kevin's question, Emma pondered over her afternoon with Lynx. She had looked as if she needed the break but then Lynx was a busy woman what with James, heading the Auror Department the knowledge that Marcus might be stepping down, the creating of the department in Scotland. It was a lot to handle. "I think she was glad of the break," Emma stated by subtle was of explanation. "Some much to tackle at work, trying to split her time between her career, marriage and family life. Did you know Marcus is opening Headquarters in Scotland? Seems we're all going to be given the choice of where to go." As Emma had told Lynx, she already knew where she wanted to stay. She reddened slightly as he if they'd only talked shop. "Uh... well we did talk quite a bit about work and business and such... but we were relaxing while talked." Did that really cancel it out? Emma laughed. "Well we did have a chance to gossip and talk about.. other things.Believe me, it was amazing. I've never felt so relaxed." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 09:08 PM Post #165 |
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Laughing and taking another few bites, Kevin smiled and nodded. "Good...I think relaxation is rather both what we've needed. And I love Lynx, really, but..." He chuckled and shrugged. "...well it just seems hard sometimes to get her away from her work. So, kudos. Which, there is by the way, no word for in french." When she asked what he'd done, he paused and bit his lip. "I went to Mungo's. But...in the interest of keeping this night fun, I do believe that can wait til the morning?" Code of the certainty for himself that if he was to talk about Tiger right then, he was sure to suddenly be serious and he didn't want to be serious. So he ignored it, and perked up. "Scotland? No way. We're going international?" He laughed. He wasn't sure of the legality of that, really, but it was a good idea, he thought. "Scotland...hmm. I... hope those who go (he clearly wanted to stay) enjoy it?" He laughed again and took another bite. There was a pause, and he lifted the champagne glass, smiling across from her. Kevin was happy. He really, was truly happy, for the first time in who-knew-how-long. He felt incredibly lucky to have been able to find Emma. When they'd met, he'd been taking millions of potions and he was aware that he'd still loved Julie and she still had loved Matthew. It never went away for him...but they lived with it. They even loved with it. They understood each other, in that respect. And he was more than happy that she had ...done all of this. "Well. Tonight, I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world." "To telling the universe to screw it?" He laughed at the phrasing of his toast, and shrugged. It was true. He was very happy, and to him in that moment, it was all that mattered. The fact that they were together, united, and that they had a beautiful, beautiful daughter...who was thankfully not present at this precise moment. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 28 2009, 10:44 PM Post #166 |
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"Relaxation is exactly what we've both need, for a long time. We both deserve a break," Emma nodded, smiling back across the table. "And we have the whole evening and there's no rush to pick Katie up either. It is the weekend, after all." She laughed lightly as Kevin mentioned how difficult it was to get Lynx to stop working. "Lynx does like her work. But yes. Kudos to me. I may actually be the first person in along while to persuade her to take the afternoon off to relax." No word for Kudos in the French language? She was learning something new every day. When Kevin suggested they postpone the topic of where he'd been all day and why, until the following day , Emma couldn't help frowning slightly in worry. "St Mungo's? Is everything alright?" Of course he didn't need to answer; it could wait until tomorrow and of course there could be several reason he might be at the hospital. Maybe someone he'd arrested had needed medical attention or perhaps a victim... or Kevin himself, although he looked to be in one piece. Then the other week he had mentioned perhaps taking her suggestion to book a check-up, perhaps he knew one of the patients and was visiting. The possibilities were endless but still, the fact that he thought the topic might be a mood killer, perhaps there was room for concern. Yet Emma didn't pry any further and turned her attention back to finishing her meal. "International indeed and apparently Skyris will be heading them.I've already told Lynx I'll be staying with the English department. Don't think I could manage more moving about." It was true. They'd moved from their old Head Quarters to the current one, two years ago. In the current year, the Auror HQ had become the Order HQ, and all Auror work began to be conducted at the Ministry. That and Emma had moved from living at HQ to the flat...from England to France no less. To move to Scotland wasn't even an option for her. "I'm sure there'll be some volunteers, perhaps from the new Auror Trainees coming in." It was a possibility but if not, then who knew what would happen. Lifting her champagne glass as she saw Kevin lift his, smiling back at him across the table, she fell silent, listening to his word, her cheeks tinging pink. "And I'm the luckiest woman," she added with a grin, laughing as he continued to raise a toast. Better words had never been spoken. "Screw you, Universe!" Emma chimed, raising her glass high. "We are unbreakable!" Okay, so it was a bold statement to make, given the fact that far more often than not, no sooner were things seemingly going right for them then the Universe dropped a dirty great fly in the ointment, but Emma felt like being optimistic. The pair settled down to the rest of them main course, exchanging casual conversation and flirting, across the table and soon their plates were cleared. "Now, I do recall saying something about there being dessert, setting in the fridge," Emma stated, standing and reaching for the plates, insistent that she clear the table and Kevin take it easy. "Now I'll go and clear this away and grab the dessert out the fridge and maybe we could take dessert back over to the sofa?" Emma picked up their plates, heading back into the kitchen, merely piling the dirty crockery by the sink for the following day. They could wait. Pulling two spoons from the drawer, she took the two dished of chocolate pudding out of the fridge, glad to see they had set little and still looked edible. Okay, so it wasn't the fanciest of desserts and was fairly simple but it was chocolate, and really, who could resist chocolate. Returning to the living-room, Emma settled herself down on the sofa beside Kevin, handing him a dish and a spoon and grinned. "I really slaved away making this dessert. Took my hours, really," she laughed, knowing it wasn't true but it was fun pretending. "So Mr D'Abugine, we have the whole evening ahead of us... what would you like to do?" This evening really was for him and so she was open for suggestions. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Mar 1 2009, 09:18 PM Post #167 |
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A full-throated sound, Kevin laughed and nodded heartily as he took a took a sip of the champagne himself. "Screw the universe indeed." It was true; he was trying to forget the fact that every time they seemed to be this happy there was something else coming. It was no use living in the ridiculous fear, right? Right. He was happy, she was happen... that was all that mattered. He grinned and followed her as she sat down on the couch and picked up a bit of the dessert himself. "Ah, I see, it's my choice." He laughed, arching his eyebrow and tilting his head. Instead of sitting on the couch, he sat on the table in front of it, and leaned forward, over his hands and took a bite of the chocolate pudding. "Let's see." He laughed, although his eyes barely left hers. "We could..." He was speaking slow, deliberately, entirely bemused and smirking slightly. Pretending as though he had no idea- and then perking up as if it had just hit him. "I know! Play charades? Did you know, I'm rather a reigning champion in that game..." He laughed, taking another bite of the pudding pointedly and putting it down a moment later. "No? Well then.." Spoiler: click to toggle |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Mar 1 2009, 11:48 PM Post #168 |
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Settling herself onto the sofa with her dessert and taking a bite, loving the taste of the chocolate pudding, Emma smiled sweetly across at Kevin, perked on the table before her with his own dish of dessert. "What ever you want," she nodded, raising an eyebrow as he seemingly thought about carefully. He was teasing her and Emma knew it but she was also loving the anticipation of what was surely to come. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Mar 2 2009, 02:38 AM Post #169 |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Mar 2 2009, 03:50 AM Post #170 |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Mar 3 2009, 08:33 AM Post #171 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle A few hours on, they'd found their way to be sprawled and entangled across the bedroom sheets instead...and the sun was rising. Kevin gave a tiny groan to be stirred, as he'd rather enjoyed the idea of laying in, perhaps making breakfast in bed... ...which could have happened, had it not been almost-nine already when he finally woke up. Oh damn't. Work. He could not be late; with everything going on at the office, and Lynx returning to the office, he was well aware that being late was not an option. Unwilling to wake Em, he kissed her forehead, and got dressed in the bathroom. He had just enough time to conjure a few roses for Emma, leave them next to a note that read, C'est un beau matin! Or, it is a beautiful morning! (To continue your french lessons, sort of. )Although, I believe the morning is rivaled by you this time. I'm at the office; I didn't want to wake you, but if you do not have to pick Katie up straightaway, you should meet me there? I figure we can go out for lunch. - Kevin |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Mar 3 2009, 04:10 PM Post #172 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Emma woke several hours later, mid-morning, tangled comfortably in the bed sheets and feeling wonderfully relaxed. Flashes of the previous evening, swept before her closed lids and she sighed, smile playing across her lips as she stretched. Her eyes fluttered open, looking to meet wit the sight of her slumbering husband but he wasn't there. Emma pouted slightly, rolling over to check the time on her alarm clock. Oh right... Kevin had work that morning. Instead of her husband however, Emma had been left with red roses and a note. Pulling the roses and note into her lap and sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, Emma's eyes ran down the parchment. She couldn't help but laugh at the greeting in French, determined to take of every little phrase he taught her. Nor could she help but blush as she read on to his comparison of her against the beautiful morning. What had she possibly done, to be lucky enough to deserve a husband like Kevin? Katie would be fine at her folks for the afternoon. They hadn't exactly decided on a time to pick her up and he mum had been insistent that she and Kevin take all the time in the world and that that deserved it. The thought of lunch was wonderfully inviting, especially seeing as it was coming up to lunch now and Emma had certainly worked up an appetite after the previous nights activities. Pulling on her robe, Emma took the flowers through to the kitchen to put them in a vase and water, grinning as she passed through the living-room and thus took in the remnants of the previous evening. The dining table, still set out... the half eaten pudding dishes on the coffee table along with empty champagne glasses... the burnt out candles... and odd pieces of clothing lying strew across the floor ad odd bits of furniture. It only took Emma half an hour to grab a quick shower and dress, before she was climbing to the fireplace and Floo-ing to Kevin's office at the Ministry. Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Mar 3 2009, 04:11 PM.
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| Emma_D'Abugine | May 12 2009, 12:41 AM Post #173 |
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"Right, we'll get you inside, settle you on the sofa with Katie and I'll rustle us up some dinner... how does that sound?" Emma led the way up the stairs to their flat, Katie balanced on her hip and the other hand going for the door with her keys. It felt like ages since they'd actually last been home - over two months to be precise - but it was good to be home. Eventually, they'd been allowed to leave the hospital and had apparated back to home, and it was Emma's intent for them to just kick back and relax as a family for once. Katie was happily babbling away, trying out her new word and wriggled to be let down the moment they got in the flat, crawling off into the living room the moment she touched the carpet. "Who knows? We might get a few steps out of her this evening." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | May 12 2009, 02:58 AM Post #174 |
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"Heaven." It was a simple- and rather cliche- answer to the question, but Kevin laughed slightly anyways. "If you ignore the pun." Well, as they'd literally just survived hell, Kevin was all for going to heaven now. Following his wife and daughter inside, Kevin carefully shut the door behind him and shook off his jacket as he watched Katie crawl away, towards the end table and he smiled, following her still. "I, cannot believe she is almost one." Kevin said with a laugh, crouching down to the floor and leaning on his knees. "Hi sweetie. Allez-vous marcher ? Promenade pour la maman et le papa ?" He reverted into french really without thinking about it; he was hoping Katie was going to end up bilingual. He was so focused on speaking to his daughter, however, he wasn't looking around the room. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | May 12 2009, 06:29 PM Post #175 |
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"Heaven indeed. We deserve an evening just the three of us." Emma set her coat up on the coat hook and kicked off her shoes and when Katie went crawling into the living-room, Kevin following along behind, Emma made her way into the kitchen to see what they had that was still good in the cupboards. She could hear Katie babbling away and Kevin talking to their daughter in French, understanding a few of the words. As far as she could gather, there was something said about walking and the words mommy and daddy... she thought. Emma's French was still rather bitty and basic. "There's a couple of chicken breasts in the fridge and a few veggies," she called over her shoulder, head ducked into the refrigerator. "We have some potatoes as well... I can make mash for Katie. I think mum took pity on us and restocked the fridge." Her mother was a saint. She'd even left a post-it note on the fridge door to say she'd brought round Katie's bits and pieces from hers, changed the linen on their bed, had a dust and hoover about the flat and stopped by to feed Casper... all without their needing to ask. "So what do you think? Will Katie be running a marathon any time soon?" Emma called out, setting to work on dinner. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | May 19 2009, 02:18 AM Post #176 |
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"That we certainly do." Kevin muttered under his breath, his eyes firmly on his daughter walking (and almost falling) with amusement and love. In fact, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Even if the walk made her look as though she was drunk; it only made him want to laugh. His arms ready and willing to catch her, Kevin looked up only for a half second when Emma called out and grinned, calling back. "Sounds good to me. Remind me to tell your mother she's a saint?" He smirked, an eyebrow raised, even as he scrunched down on the floor next to Katie. "If we're in heaven and all." And the nice thing was...he was. He was in heaven. "Maybe!" He called back, waving at his daughter while he did so. As he said that, Katie however, had fallen on her bum. Before he could do anything, he saw her roll over and pull herself back to a seating position and start giggling the cutest little laugh he could imagine. "Actually." He laughed in amusement (and slight awe). "We may have a gymnast on our hands." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | May 20 2009, 11:34 PM Post #177 |
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"We're in heaven," Emma confirmed, wondering back out into the hall towards the living-room, grinning. "She stocked up the freezer as well. We have ice cream. Mum's spoilt us." She'd have to think of some way to thank her mum, perhaps flowers or chocolate... or maybe treat her to lunch or a spa day. Those were always fun. She paused in the living-room doorway, silently watching her husband playing with their daughter on the floor, encouraging her to walk. It was rather tempting to hurry to grab their Wizarding camera. Emma bit her lip as Katie landed on her bottom, her padded diaper cushioning her fall and smiled proudly to see her pick herself back up. Creeping into the room, she knealt behind Kevin on the floor, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder, still watching Katie. "A gymnast, huh? So she's not going to be following in our footsteps? "Hi..." Turning her head slightly, she kissed his cheek, before dropping down on the carpet beside him. "Dinner's in the oven. Should be ready in about half an hour. Has our little gymnast taken her first steps yet?" Katie, perhaps sensing her parents were talking about her had rolled back onto her knees and was crawling towards them, giggling. Upon reaching them, Emma lifted her to her feet, holding her hands to support her. "Only a week and she'll be a year, already..." Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, May 20 2009, 11:35 PM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | May 26 2009, 09:36 PM Post #178 |
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Kevin cheerfully laughed as his wife entered the room, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders when she curled up next to him. Both of them were still watching their daughter, but Kev tilted his cheek to kiss Emma's forehead anyways, hugging her tighter. The latest brush with mortality had done nothing to calm his nerves. To top it off, he'd entirely forgotten the dates while lying in that hospital bed and had entirely missed a date that was usually rather important to remember. Then again, it was better, perhaps, that he forgot. Even if he was beginning to ponder where his mother's fake-card was. Stirred from his thoughts for a moment, Kevin laughed, arching his eyebrow. "I'm sure Katie's capable of doing both." He turned, stunned and cutting himself off. "Hold-on. A year already? A year!? She's--" He cast his glance back at Katie. "A year!?" Time flew. It wasn't a myth. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | May 26 2009, 10:49 PM Post #179 |
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Emma settled close to Kevin, quite happy to watch their daughter as she made another attempt to walk, getting to her feet,if a little wobbly, trying a step, then two... and back down on her bottom. But it was certainly a start. "We'll she is a girl, so multitasking shouldn't be a problem... A Gymnastic Auror. Certainly unique." Kevin certainly seemed distracted a moment and Emma gave him a nudge, eyeing him curiously. "You alright?" She trailed of laughing though at his sudden surprised outburst at Katie's age. Emma nodded, still laughing. "Twelve-months as of the twenty-ninth." Emma really couldn't believe it. She still remembered the nine months of pregnancy and the hour and hours of labour - those hours and months alone had trailed along at snails pace and now...suddenly a year had shot past. "I was thinking we should maybe do something. Like a giant playdate for Katie and the kids... maybe at the summer house, out in the garden." The D'Abugine summer house was just sitting, waiting there to be used. "We could invite Abi and Tris with the twins, Lynx and Tyler with James, Andy and the boys, Gabe, Leslie...Just fill the garden with kids and cake, ballons, partie games..." Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Jun 16 2009, 12:46 PM.
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Jun 16 2009, 12:45 PM Post #180 |
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Why did it always have to be one calamity after another? Masacre after mascare? Blood shed? Riddles? Terror? Why did every invitation have to lead to disaster? Emma was sure that from now on even wedding invitations and invites for Katie to attend birthday parties, were going to opened with tredidation. She felt sick. Sure she was an Auror and she'd seen her fair share of death and gore before but so soon after the virus, after being locked in Simon's warehouse and held hostage by the Death Eaters... it turned her stomach and turned her cold. How many more ordeals like this would they have to go through? How many more would they survive before they were no longer lucky enough to be one of the desired targets? How could a family, do such things to one another? Emma just felt like locking the door to the flat and not coming out again to be on the safe side. Bring her work home with her - the paperwork, not the field work. She just wanted have a nice warm shower, get out of her dirty dress, blood along the hem from walking the bloodied halls, eat a proper maggot free meal and crawl into bed under the covers next to Kevin. And sleep. She didn't even get that far. After leaving the emptying ship and making her way home, Emma let herself in and merely fell asleep on the sofa, not even bothering to change out of her dress. |
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