"Sexty is the preferred age for first born daughters!" Ronan responded to his son as he looked over towards his oldest daughter. "I know I've bin busey but you couldn't have told me about em first luv?" He said in a kinder voice to @Rowan Coltsfoot than how he spoke to his other children. "I'm...
Ronan had reached for the goblet and had taken a large gulp when Rowan spoke about dating someone from another department at the ministry. The shock caused him to spat out his beverage onto Roxy and Rory before turning on his eldest. "Whatcha mean Good fa Nothing like's him luv!?" Ronan shouted...
"Oy! the disrespect around here, ya both should just listen to what I say and ignore the rest" Ronan scolded. "Ya sister is too young to be traving on her own, there are hags and whatnot out there that love gobbling firsties!" Ronan said ignoring what Roxy had said earlier. "Now I gots business...
"Oy! Well ya still shoulda reminded me" Ronan scowled at his youngest daughter as he went back inside to join his other children. He was a busy man after all and didn't have time to babysit eleven year olds. "Ya both should be more like Rowan luv, she at least writes like a considerate witch"...
The hand with Roxy's picture on it suddenly moved to the 'home' position which caused Ronan to jump as he turned and walked towards the door. He opened it in time to hear his daughter call out to him and noticed that her stuff was all over the lawn he'd mowed earlier. Whipping out his wand, he...
"Hopefully he learned his lesson aye?" Ronan in response before turning and noticed that he was actually talking to someone. Typically he spent a good portion of time alone which meant that he often just spoke to himself. Even seeing the flash of green flames hadn't really caught his attention...
@Rowan Coltsfoot and @Rory Coltsfoot
Location: 'The Rut' Near Otari-Wilton's Bush on the Southern part of North Island New Zealand
Ronan had just returned from a job overseas and had finished cleaning up the yard after what had seemed like years of neglect. Cosima was working late as she...
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