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</SIZE>Sarah Reine<i></i> <SIZE size="150">The Basics Character's Name: Sarah Reine (Singleton) Character's Birthdate: April 29th, 1979 Hometown: Blood Status: Pureblood Wand:(All the information on it you can provide) Educated At: Beaxbatons Appearance Hair: Black Eyes: Light Grey Height...

Sarah glanced around them then back at Ashton. "My husband passed away and I decided that traveling would be the best thing for me right now." Her light grey eyes reflected the sunlight. "My son is in school at Durmstrang, I come back to the region during his vacations." Sarah checked her...

Sarah flicked her ashes then proceeded to grind the lit tip under the heel of her designer shoe. "There isn't much that draws one here. I have someone I wanted to see," she shrugged a slim shoulder. Pictures never did one justice and the slightly blurry one of her daughter in law, she paused...

"No," Sarah let a light smile grace her face. "I don't live here. Nor anywhere really." She shrugged and cupped an elbow with one hand, the other raising to take a languorous drag. "I've been traveling abroad for quite some time. And you, Ashton? Do you live around here?" She let her gaze...

Sarah's light grey eyes flickered over the man's features as she leaned slightly forward to light the tip of her cigarette. Inhaling briefly she straightened up and blew the smoke from the corner of her mouth, not wanting to be rude and send a stream of smoke into a strangers face. "Thank...

Sarah Reine had not stepped foot on New Zealand soil since the morning she had disowned her eldest son. No one would know how it ate at her, how she spent her money like a madwoman. Traveling the world, meeting interesting men, both young and old, and never once thinking of settling down or...

I wouldn't mind being stalked by such a fine young man. :shifty: Could be for information. But this Asparuh fellow looks promising. I'm a very rich pureblood widow who's looking for an alpha male to take charge. Rrrrr. :wub:

Sarah slammed the door, leaning back against it, eyes closed. When they opened, they were lifeless. Mechanically, she began to gather her things. She would be gone within the hour.

Drunken wh*re. Sarah's hand shot out, open palm cracking against his face. It stung her palm, left her shaken. Once she started, she didn't want to stop, longing to pour out her anger onto him. He wasn't her son, not any more. She told him as much. "I want you to leave. Go back to your...

"He raised you, you ungrateful brat." Sarah spoke in anger, feeling it burn within her. At least it was something, some emotion ruling her. She unleashed it upon her son. Raking him with scornful pale eyes, she spat at him, "And see where that got him? Look at you." Her sneer mirrored his...

His reflection was clear within the window. She wouldn't know that later shame would burn into her like an ugly fire poker, searing the image of her boy trying not to cry. Now though, she just wanted to get this over with so she could bury her husband and start to live the life of a widow...

Sarah's mouth tightened. She had taught him better manners than to just shove his way into a room unannounced. He had grown even more, easily towering over her own tall frame. She spied the fading yellow with outline of purple bruises on his face. She didn't condone fighting, not for any...

Inside an expensively furnished hotel room on the seventh floor sat a woman brushing her long black hair, pale eyes staring into the mirror. She was a cold woman, events from the day prior saturating her in numbing unreality. Her thoughts were not on her children nor on the man who had...

Sarah held tight to his hand, glaring fiercely as the muggles tried to have her step back. She watched as they worked on him, pressing their machines to him. His body shook and jerked. His head fell to the side and as the light left his eyes, he mouthed to her two words. "I'm sorry." Her...

Sarah stood and carefully perched on the edge of the side of his hospital bed. Once more she gathered his hand to her. "He'll be here soon. His flight should land within the hour." Her thumb brushed over the back of his hand, the nail painted a rich red and perfectly manicured. "What about...