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| A Night Out | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 9 2015, 10:02 PM (73 Views) | |
| Mia Lancaster | May 9 2015, 10:02 PM Post #1 |
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The tiny little girl in Mia’s arms wriggled a bit, nuzzling against her mom’s chest with a soft contented sigh. Mia’s heart melted once again. She’d been a mom for all of six months and she was still astounded at just how much she could love this wee human. Rubbing a soothing hand over the infant’s back, Mia fell into a now familiar rocking motion that always seemed to relax both mother and child. Soothing and relaxing were more for Mia than for the little one at this point. She hummed softly as she waited for Austen to fall asleep. Austen Lancaster McFadyen. The little ball of energy and light that turned Mia and Artie’s world completely upside down. She’d been born during the worst storm that England had seen in a decade but she was like a ray of sunlight in her parents eyes. The storm had created such a production in just getting Mia to the hospital because the well meaning members of their odd little Gryffinclaws family had been more of a hinderance than a help. (Mia had almost crucio’d Whit when he ‘accidentally’ cast a sticking charm at the floo rather than the incendio to light the fire. He’s lucky Artie was quick enough to take dewand her. And Carter may have a small bald spot on the back of his head from where Mia had yanked out a handful of that boy band hair during a particularly strong contraction as he helped her to the floo. And poor Caleb… thank goodness Georgie had been around to repair the broken nose Mia had given him.) Austen had arrived after a surprisingly easy delivery despite the power outages that St Mungo’s had been dealing with that evening. Her impossibly tiny hands were balled up into little fists and her perfect little face was scrunched up and red as she wailed at the top of her lungs. And Mia had never seen anything more beautiful or precious in her entire life. And now Mia was going to have to leave her. (for a few hours) Her perfect, precious daughter would be alone (well, with the nanny). Mia was wracked with guilt over the entire evening and it hadn’t yet begun. It was their 10 year reunion for Hogwarts. The entire Gryffinclaws group were meeting at Penny and Caleb’s for a few drinks before heading to the actual celebration. It was the first night that the whole group would be getting together since Austen’s birth six months earlier. “Mrs McFadyen?” A quiet voice spoke from the doorway. Mia glanced up at the door to see Mrs Benson peeking her head in. Her white hair was pinned up into her usual tidy bun on the top of her head. Her wire framed specs were balanced gingerly on the tip of her nose as she smiled at the new mother. “Would you like me to take Miss Austen for you so you can get ready?” Mia smiled at the woman even though her heart clenched at the thought of leaving her child. “Yes, I suppose I should get ready.” Glancing down at the wee sleeping angel in her arms, Mia placed a soft kiss on the infant’s forehead before reluctantly handing her over to the nanny that she’d so carefully chosen the month before. “I’ll stop back in before we leave to say goodnight.” Mia hesitated before actually leaving the room. She stepped out and closed the door gently behind her before hurrying to the master bedroom on the other side of the hall. Every single ounce of her being wanted to rush back into the carefully decorated nursery and yank her child back from the well meaning nanny. She wanted nothing more than to hold on tight to her child for the rest of her life, but she knew it was important to take a few hours to themselves as well. Since Austen had been born, it had been hard to spend a lot of one on one time with Artie. They were new parents who worried endlessly. They were usually so tired that once Austen fell asleep, they just collapsed onto their bed in an exhausted heap. And as much as she adored her daughter, Mia did miss time with her beloved husband. And she missed their friends too. She still saw them frequently, but it was usually just a few at a time. There hadn’t been time for a big group get together in a while. Mia took her time changing into the lacy indigo blue cocktail dress she’d chosen for tonight’s reunion. Stepping in front of the bathroom mirror, she waved her wand several times as her hair began to style itself. When she was done, her hair was down around her shoulders in a perfect wave that looked as though she’d stepped out of the 1950’s. She heard the door of the master bedroom open and close gently. “Could you zip me up, love?” She asked as she stepped out of the bathroom while putting her shoes on. |
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| Artemis McFadyen | May 10 2015, 12:58 PM Post #2 |
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Rule number one: if there is even a slight chance that you may be in trouble with the most beautiful witch with a penchant for quick charms that could sever one’s reason for living, always buy her a bouquet of no less than two dozen roses before said trouble. Rule number two: if said trouble is to take place on a night of significance, also include a very expensive bottle of her favorite wine. Rule number three: if said night of significance is also something that is sure to bring back memories of other trouble you’ve caused, bring chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Rule number four: if said beautiful witch with a penchant for quick charms that could sever one’s reason for living is Mia Lancaster-McFadyen, bring coffee. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly the reason why, when Artie flooed home from the shop, he had his arms full with treats surely to put a smile on Mia’s face, and with any luck, place the seed for her to think that her husband was the world’s most thoughtful, caring, and wonderful man she’d ever known. You know, just in case. It wasn’t every day that the Gryffinclaws got together all in one place, child-free, and in their old haunt. Shit was bound to go down. He stepped quietly through the house (he’d learned that pounding around like an elephant with a small child that was particularly fond of naps wasn’t his greatest trait) towards their bedroom and nearly made it the whole way without Mrs. Benson stopping him just outside of the door. She always had a weird, knowing smirk on her face whenever he was sneaking about with presents for Mia. He still couldn’t decide if they were partners in crime, or she was secretly hoping that one of these days, Mia would throw him out on his backside. The latter wouldn’t surprise him. Mrs. Benson did seem to provide him extra attention when he was around, always staying close to him when he held his daughter, always watching him with a sharp eye when he’d lay her down for sleep. Yup. She totally had the hots for him. “Artemis.” Her sweet old lady voice couldn’t hide the desire in her voice. Mrs. Benson approached him with his tiny daughter curled up into her chest. Things like this, just trying to get him to lock eyes on her chest. She was a clever witch, but Artie maintained his focus on her eyes. “Mrs. Benson, good evening.” He thrust all of his “please forgive me in advance” gifts behind his back and plastered his most dashing grin upon his face. “Thank you again for watching over Austen for us this evening.” “My pleasure, sir. She’s no trouble at all.” Mrs. Benson stepped forward and Artie took a slight step back. He didn’t need to get in trouble before getting in trouble. That required a fifth item, like pearls or a new outfit, and he definitely didn’t have time for that. “Would you like for me to get the bedroom door for you? Seems you have your hands full.” Artie’s big grin dimmed into a sheepish one, a little color dabbing his cheeks. Was he that obvious? She didn’t wait for him to answer and used her baby-free hand to reach around him and pop the door open. As she leaned in, Artie planted a soft kiss atop his daughter’s head. When she pulled away, she winked. Artie couldn’t get through the door fast enough. He closed it slowly with the heel of his foot and left that crazy-lust-filled crow behind without another thought. Mia’s sweet voice called out to him from their en suite, and Artie threw all of the gifts onto the bed in a messy heap. “Could you zip me up, love?” Her petite frame slowly exited the loo, but Artie didn’t have time to take in how breathtakingly gorgeous his wife looked. Nope. She was face-on with his preemptive strike against her temper, and he had to avert her attention. Stat. He flew forward, grabbed Mia by the shoulders and stood directly in front of her. His lean, and staggeringly taller-than-her body blocked the gifts from view. Before she could get suspicious, he planted his lips onto hers. Because, if anyone could believe anything at all, it was that Artie is always randy. Always. Just as he planned, she melted into the kiss and he used her distractedness to his advantage. His hand moved languidly down her arm, softly caressing the skin she bared, and finally ended on her hip. He rubbed small circles as he directed her backward into the wall. As she was pinned between the wall and his body, Artie reached into his pocket, grabbed his trusty wand, and began flinging spells to try and sort the presents into a nice arrangement. What he hadn’t counted on, however, was the soft moan escaping his wife at just the wrong time. It gave him chills, caused him to lose focus, and send a spell directly into the full length mirror at the opposite end of their bedroom. A loud crash broke them apart, and Artie’s lips were still molded as if on hers as Mia pushed around him. She wordlessly stared at the mirror as Artie came up behind her and tugged her zipper up, decidedly ignoring the broken mirror. “I stopped on the way home and got you a few things,” he whispered into her ear, punctuating the sentiment with a tiny kiss to the side of her head. She whirled around, face turning that familiar shade of chartreuse that he loved so much, and Artie’s response was the typically boyish grin that had gotten him out of some seriously heated moments between the two. “For no other reason than because I love you. A lot.” Edited by Artemis McFadyen, May 10 2015, 12:59 PM.
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| Mia Lancaster | May 10 2015, 02:05 PM Post #3 |
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One thing that Mia had learned in the years of living with Artemis McFadyen was to expect kisses at every chance he got. Sometimes they were sweet, tender kisses and other times (most times, let’s be honest) they were passionate kisses filled with heat and longing. So when Artie’s lips pressed against hers, she wasn’t really surprised at all. Mia grinned as she melted into his embrace. She had long since accepted that being in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be. His passion for her always took her by surprise however. She may be a strong witch with a keen intellect and the career of her dreams but she still felt like that awkward little bookworm who couldn’t even speak to a boy with blushing and stammering like an idiot. So, yeah, Artie’s desire for her was always took her a little off guard. Winding her arms around his neck, Mia pulled him close and let her fingers curl into the dark hair at the back of his neck. She was holding herself flush against him as he moved them backwards. She felt the solid wall against her back and his form pressing into her. A soft moan escaped her. Followed immediately by a deafening crash. Mia’s eyes flew open and she shoved Artie aside to see the once neat room was now in complete disarray. The full length mirror on the far wall lay shattered on the floor. There was a box tipped over on the floor by the bed, the glossy chocolate bites that had once been inside it were scattered across the cream coloured carpet. A vase lay on it’s side on her nightside table and a handful of long stemmed red roses sat in the vase while the rest were scattered across the bed and floor while the water trickled out onto the carpet. And for some unknown reason, there was coffee cup upside down on the middle of bed. The contents slowly soaking into the pale duvet. At least the bottle of wine survived. It sat untouched on the edge of the dresser. Mia was sure she’d need that by the end of the day. “Artie? Wha…?” Mia was baffled by disaster zone that had once been their bedroom. She felt the zipper of her dress being pulled up and then Artie’s hands rest gently on her shoulders as he planted a tender kiss on her head. “I stopped on the way home and got you a few things.” He whispered. “For no other reason than because I love you. A lot.” Mia whirled around to stare at his adorable boyish grin that he thought got him out of trouble. “I love you too, but I swear, some days it’s like I have two toddlers in the house.” She said with an equal mix of adoration and annoyance in her voice. “Thank the gods, we have magic.” She cast several cleaning spells to reverse the mess he’d made a few moments earlier. She couldn’t really be angry with him. (annoyed, yes but not angry) His intentions had been good… as they usually were with Artie. As the room righted itself, she stood on her tip toes and planted a sweet kiss on her husband’s scruff covered cheek. “You need to get ready, love. We’re supposed to be at Penny and Caleb’s in about twenty minutes. You go shave and I’ll grab your suit.” She pushed him towards the bathroom. Her pushes did nothing to move the Bro in the slightest, but she turned to head for their closet to gather his things. She grabbed the suit he’d decided to wear (or the one that Mia had strongly suggested that he wear) and she found his old crimson and old school tie as well. She brought them both into the bedroom and laid them out on the now clean bed. She stepped into the bathroom to finish her make up. Mia stood next to her husband and glanced at their reflections. It still amazed her that they ended up together. There was nothing about them as a couple that should have worked. Yet here they were ten years later. Still wildly in love, happily married and proud parents of the most adorable child to ever be born. She was probably the luckiest witch to ever live. “And Artie, love? Whatever wild and weird thing, Whit is planning for tonight?” She began without looking up from applying her mascara. She hadn’t heard anything from Nor, but with Whittaker Jones, a highly elaborate prank was highly likely. “Just… don’t. Please.” |
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