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- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
Although she had been told time and again that becoming a mother was an experience like no other, it wasnt until that moment when she became a mother that Cyndi Kingsley truly understood what everyone was talking about. From that moment on January 13th , Cyndis life had changed completely. Gone were the days when she controlled her own schedule and slept when she wanted to. Now, her life revolved around that of her son, Noah. The first month had been the most rough and she knew that her husband had gone to work many a day without the proper amount of sleep that he needed to function as the Head of the Unspeakable office. Thankfully, she didnt have work to worry about. Shed spoken with the Minister, who had still been overseeing the school at the time, and arranged to take several months off to care for her child. It had been a smart move on her part because just the thought of teaching and then coming home to feed, bathe and care for her son was mind-numbing. He was a full-time job and that didnt even take into consideration her husband who she loved to spend time with as well. It was all such a huge adjustment. The woman knew that she did want to teach again and planned to do so come September, but for now she was content on being a mommy, and sending the odd owl to the school to ensure that her Gryffindors were behaving as they should.
While Noah slept, Cyndi had left him in his crib to go downstairs and cook dinner for her husband. At nearly three months, Noah was sleeping for several hours at a time, allowing her to regain a small portion of her life back. And, visitors had died down. For the first month, it felt as if she had a new guest in her home every single day. Not that she minded. She had certainly needed the assistance, knowing next to nothing of caring for a small child. Some of it, like feeding, seemed to come naturally but other things, like diaper changing, were acquired talents. And, she had craved the company too since her husbands hours at work often meant he wasnt around. Setting some potatoes to bake in the oven, Cyndi used her wand to summon some vegetables which she began to cut. The woman hummed quietly to herself, her ears listening to the magical baby monitor. So far, there was silence. Sweeping the cut vegetables into a bowl, the mother sent them to the sink to rinse. Her brown eyes lifted towards the clock, wondering if her husband would make it home at his normal time or if he would be kept late. Mrs. Kingsley wondered if she would have enough time to run up and change out of the t-shirt and yoga pants she was wearing, but she decided against it with a sigh. At least her hair looked alright since she had hastily brushed it and thrown it into a ponytail not too long ago. Cameron has seen you look worse than this, Cyndi she reminded herself as she returned to the stove.
While Noah slept, Cyndi had left him in his crib to go downstairs and cook dinner for her husband. At nearly three months, Noah was sleeping for several hours at a time, allowing her to regain a small portion of her life back. And, visitors had died down. For the first month, it felt as if she had a new guest in her home every single day. Not that she minded. She had certainly needed the assistance, knowing next to nothing of caring for a small child. Some of it, like feeding, seemed to come naturally but other things, like diaper changing, were acquired talents. And, she had craved the company too since her husbands hours at work often meant he wasnt around. Setting some potatoes to bake in the oven, Cyndi used her wand to summon some vegetables which she began to cut. The woman hummed quietly to herself, her ears listening to the magical baby monitor. So far, there was silence. Sweeping the cut vegetables into a bowl, the mother sent them to the sink to rinse. Her brown eyes lifted towards the clock, wondering if her husband would make it home at his normal time or if he would be kept late. Mrs. Kingsley wondered if she would have enough time to run up and change out of the t-shirt and yoga pants she was wearing, but she decided against it with a sigh. At least her hair looked alright since she had hastily brushed it and thrown it into a ponytail not too long ago. Cameron has seen you look worse than this, Cyndi she reminded herself as she returned to the stove.