- Messages
- 21
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Makore wood 15" Core of Acromantula Web
- Age
- October 11, 1984 - August 4, 2038
Venita Johnson was currently setting up a dinner party for her two daughters, Miriah and Hadan, and also to meet with Nicolas whom would arrive first as she had asked him to. Venita was happy, somehow things were working out though she had no idea that her daughters had already known about Venita and Nicolas' little...secret. Working in her kitchen, in her nice brick home. She bought this home in New Zealand, just off of the Harbor, and she knew that she and anyone came here would be able to just walk down to the beach, even though it was pretty much out of sight right now. Her brunette locks smelt lightly of cherry blossoms, and her tanned skin was dusted lightly with eyeshadow, her dark lashes curling over her brown, luscious eyes. She could not wait for her family to come together. She was cooking a special treat for them, a whole chicken, slow-cooked. Macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, green beans and corn on the cob as well as rolls were something that most people in America would eat. Venita knew that Miriah was raised there somewhat, and Hadan loved the foods from there as well. No matter how they were fixed. Venita was working, and she finished with the final thing, which was getting the chicken from the oven. She used magic to set the table in the kitchen so that everything looked perfect for the four of them.
The brunette had no idea if Nicolas was going to bring any of his children over or not. She made sure that her former tattoo was covered up with her jacket because it was a secret that her allies were once Death Eaters. Venita just hoped that her daughters were arrive together, because she would have to explain to them that she was dating their former Potions professor. Venita knew that it would probably bring up questions and concerns, which she would address them. Hopefully they would understand though and not hold her against it. She was a grown woman and she was needing a companion. Well, she did not need one, but she had one that she was seeing, and she was perfectly happy with Nicolas Hensel. Venita was unsure of how far the relationship would go, but she did not care. She loved being around him, and their love for potions was just incredible. There was hardly anything that those two could not brew up with their eyes closed. Venita made sure that she looked fine for her boyfriend - even if they seemed too old to even be considered that. Venita felt like a teenage girl, rushing over her appearance and making sure that she would be presentable. She heard something at the door, and her heart did a small leap, and those butterflies returned. Damn it, I am older than this, thought Venita with a roll of her brown eyes. Was this how the girls saw the boys that they loved, and did they feel this every time? Venita was sure that they have not even reached love. No, not yet. Hurriedly, she rushed to the door to let the other person in.
The brunette had no idea if Nicolas was going to bring any of his children over or not. She made sure that her former tattoo was covered up with her jacket because it was a secret that her allies were once Death Eaters. Venita just hoped that her daughters were arrive together, because she would have to explain to them that she was dating their former Potions professor. Venita knew that it would probably bring up questions and concerns, which she would address them. Hopefully they would understand though and not hold her against it. She was a grown woman and she was needing a companion. Well, she did not need one, but she had one that she was seeing, and she was perfectly happy with Nicolas Hensel. Venita was unsure of how far the relationship would go, but she did not care. She loved being around him, and their love for potions was just incredible. There was hardly anything that those two could not brew up with their eyes closed. Venita made sure that she looked fine for her boyfriend - even if they seemed too old to even be considered that. Venita felt like a teenage girl, rushing over her appearance and making sure that she would be presentable. She heard something at the door, and her heart did a small leap, and those butterflies returned. Damn it, I am older than this, thought Venita with a roll of her brown eyes. Was this how the girls saw the boys that they loved, and did they feel this every time? Venita was sure that they have not even reached love. No, not yet. Hurriedly, she rushed to the door to let the other person in.