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- OOC First Name
- Jamie
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- Half Blood
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- Married
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- Agnes<3
- Wand
- Ash Wand 17,5 Inch with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 45
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Another year had passed and Bryon still hated the fact that he lost control when his daughters went to school. He was sure especially Lauren thought it was one big playground and she could do what she wanted. Bryon was raised strict by his father especially and he felt the pressure always. As only child all the attention went to him and Bryon didn't always liked that. But that was in the past and he was glad his father raised him that strict and with discipline. He did that to his own daugthers too. But on his second daughter that didn't always seemed to have the result he wanted and that made him angry. He had been worrying about the reputation the girls would leave on the school. He still was furious about Gabriella not making it to prefect, he wanted to step to the school and ask why but he just knew Gabriella was distracted and he wanted to find out why. Perhaps he could let Lauren talk, she would sure know. But most that came out of that mouth of hers was nothing important. Bryon walked towards the living room and went sitting on the couch, it was a busy day at work and he felt a headache. And it became worse if he thought of the conversation last year. If Lauren didn't listened this time the consequenses would be the same or even worse. He was glad his wife stood next to him on this. Sometimes it just seemed like Lauren was from a whole other planet. He thought about having a son, that was a great desire but all he got were daughters. And that was not good enough.
Bryon tried to see if his wife would show up soon. Bryon was the boss in this house and he liked it to stay that way, he needed to make sure that his wife would support him on this again. They needed to be prepared for the worse. And if both girls would disapoint him he would give a warm welcome in his own way. And they knew, he was sure they knew. He had made sure that they knew and hoped that they were both thinking of it before stepping on the Hogwarts Express. Bryon poured in some whiskey and waited until they would come.
'' GRETA! More Whiskey.'' He than said loud to his housekeeping.
Another year had passed and Bryon still hated the fact that he lost control when his daughters went to school. He was sure especially Lauren thought it was one big playground and she could do what she wanted. Bryon was raised strict by his father especially and he felt the pressure always. As only child all the attention went to him and Bryon didn't always liked that. But that was in the past and he was glad his father raised him that strict and with discipline. He did that to his own daugthers too. But on his second daughter that didn't always seemed to have the result he wanted and that made him angry. He had been worrying about the reputation the girls would leave on the school. He still was furious about Gabriella not making it to prefect, he wanted to step to the school and ask why but he just knew Gabriella was distracted and he wanted to find out why. Perhaps he could let Lauren talk, she would sure know. But most that came out of that mouth of hers was nothing important. Bryon walked towards the living room and went sitting on the couch, it was a busy day at work and he felt a headache. And it became worse if he thought of the conversation last year. If Lauren didn't listened this time the consequenses would be the same or even worse. He was glad his wife stood next to him on this. Sometimes it just seemed like Lauren was from a whole other planet. He thought about having a son, that was a great desire but all he got were daughters. And that was not good enough.
Bryon tried to see if his wife would show up soon. Bryon was the boss in this house and he liked it to stay that way, he needed to make sure that his wife would support him on this again. They needed to be prepared for the worse. And if both girls would disapoint him he would give a warm welcome in his own way. And they knew, he was sure they knew. He had made sure that they knew and hoped that they were both thinking of it before stepping on the Hogwarts Express. Bryon poured in some whiskey and waited until they would come.
'' GRETA! More Whiskey.'' He than said loud to his housekeeping.
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