- Messages
- 695
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Maple Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 12/2027
Home. There really wasn't any place like it. Especially when there was mistletoe hanging from the front door and candles floating up among the rafters. The entire family had come to stay for the week - even Auntie Poppy, who hated children so much that she still hated them once they'd grown up, and Stella, who had just finished filming a new show in Los Angeles and was completely exhausted. Phoebe, James, Monty, Saveli, and her children had come as well, though most of them only for the day; there just weren't enough beds to accommodate everybody. The Lagowski barn was alive with laughter and the smell of mulled wine. For those who didn't (or were too young to) drink, there was hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. After a dinner prepared mostly by Nathaniel (Poppy had added a few of her own special ingredients while his back was turned), the family and their friends had gathered around the living room fireplace to give their gifts and drink their drinks.
Rudolf nursed his mug as he sat cross-legged on the rug by the hearth, gazing fondly at Phoebe. As glad as he was to see his family, he knew the day would have meant nothing to him if Phoebe wasn't there. Suddenly Reuben leaned over to pass him a present, and as the twins' eyes met, Rudolf's stomach did a violent flip. The plan they had orchestrated - a plan almost everybody in the room except Phoebe and Saveli knew about - was so far going smoothly, but the most nerve-wracking part was yet to come. This was the place. It was almost the time. How could so much ride on such a simple question?
Reuben's present to Rudolf was tickets to see the Quidditch game - wrapped up in a pair of socks, so that for a second he thought that was all he'd got. He used the socks to smack his twin on the leg. "Thanks, Roo," he said, and he meant it.
Rudolf nursed his mug as he sat cross-legged on the rug by the hearth, gazing fondly at Phoebe. As glad as he was to see his family, he knew the day would have meant nothing to him if Phoebe wasn't there. Suddenly Reuben leaned over to pass him a present, and as the twins' eyes met, Rudolf's stomach did a violent flip. The plan they had orchestrated - a plan almost everybody in the room except Phoebe and Saveli knew about - was so far going smoothly, but the most nerve-wracking part was yet to come. This was the place. It was almost the time. How could so much ride on such a simple question?
Reuben's present to Rudolf was tickets to see the Quidditch game - wrapped up in a pair of socks, so that for a second he thought that was all he'd got. He used the socks to smack his twin on the leg. "Thanks, Roo," he said, and he meant it.