Recent content by Wendall Layton

Mate

When Wendall had been at school, most of his family had been way way older than him. Leda and Mervyn were sixth year prefects when he'd started, and Monty his Potions professor that he'd looked up to since he'd first sat in his classroom. He'd always known he was the clutz of the family, and it...

Wendall wasn't great at noticing when others weren't feeling their best, but he could still tell when Monty was just trying to put on a brave face if not because he'd seen him do it on so many occasions. He wasn't sure what exactly had been the cause, but clearly something had made him anxious...

Wendall wasn't entirely sure what could be better than bickies, until Monty produced cake. Given how much his wife was a baker, Wendall felt like he lived on cake these days. Thankfully Mary-Lou was most definitely the most responsible member of their family (Followed by Monti) which meant that...

The comment about the grease flew over Wendall's head, as did many things that others spoke about in his presence. All he was certain of was that he was doing everything he could do meet his wife's wishes, and hopefully keep her happy. "Thank you," Wendall said, sipping half the cup in a single...

I probably know your parent Mate

Wendall had knocked confidentially on Monty's correct door; he was no longer the naive child who didn't know what he was doing. He was a mess though, and the former Hufflepuff just had to hope that Monty wouldn't mind, after all he'd be returning to the job at hand once he'd returned home...

mate

Mate, even if it’s just to make up for Leda

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Wendall had watched with quiet intrigue as Mary Lou had hung up Monty's coat, before they'd moved towards the kitchen, wondering whether his wife knew Monty was making a surprise visit today, and what on earth it could possibly be about. The last time he was gathered with family in a kitchen to...

As if looking after two girls under four, a pregnant wife, and a barnyard of animals outside the house wasn't enough to contend with, Wendall was still shouldering the responsibilities of looking after himself, too. That was going less than ideally, however, as he lay face up in the middle of...

Mary Lou, Montana Rose, Madeira Sage. Very much outnumbered but wouldn't have it any other way :wub: