- Messages
- 663
- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Demisexual (Domhnall)
- Age
- 42/2007
Set in Christmas 2049. Post after Thackery.
Maya flicks through the pages of a book, scanning through ivory pages within the text. She would trace an index finger searching and reading, looking for the exact charm to getting started on this Christmas’s feast. “Yadda, yadda, yadda. If it weren’t for that Saint, Helga Hufflpeuff...I swear,” she grumbled in a small rant. “Ah, here we go! Roast goose,” the auror produces her wand from her back pocket, getting to motioning of swishing and flicking to prep the said goose. Maya comes to learn multi-tasking was easier for her as an auror than an unofficial cook. Her lovely cousin, Elvera was a star in the kitchen, while Maya burnt the goose twice already. Elvera can make slice bread look like fine-dine eating, in contrasts to Maya who can’t measure ¾ of a cup without overspilling oil. To be fair, some things she tried by hands and eventually gave in to the magic. In remembrance to the man who had a part in bringing her and Lucca to this world, she had experimented with the muggle way. The third time magic won and made everything come well together as Elvera and the girls would arrive at any moment. Maya invited Domhnall if he was feeling festive, she left him with the address to find the shop in Salem. The Book of Shadow was still very much home after all these years. Carter, Maya was hesitant to invite him. She sent word to him either way if he didn’t come so be it. This was the first time in a long time she was hosting Christmas here and in the current shape he was in these days, there no telling how he will behave. “Thackery, have you finished setting up the table, no sign of Lucca yet? Elvera and the girls?” Maya asked while she put the finishes touches of this holiday, festive, whatever they wanted to call it meal. “Sh!t, am I forgetting something?”
Maya flicks through the pages of a book, scanning through ivory pages within the text. She would trace an index finger searching and reading, looking for the exact charm to getting started on this Christmas’s feast. “Yadda, yadda, yadda. If it weren’t for that Saint, Helga Hufflpeuff...I swear,” she grumbled in a small rant. “Ah, here we go! Roast goose,” the auror produces her wand from her back pocket, getting to motioning of swishing and flicking to prep the said goose. Maya comes to learn multi-tasking was easier for her as an auror than an unofficial cook. Her lovely cousin, Elvera was a star in the kitchen, while Maya burnt the goose twice already. Elvera can make slice bread look like fine-dine eating, in contrasts to Maya who can’t measure ¾ of a cup without overspilling oil. To be fair, some things she tried by hands and eventually gave in to the magic. In remembrance to the man who had a part in bringing her and Lucca to this world, she had experimented with the muggle way. The third time magic won and made everything come well together as Elvera and the girls would arrive at any moment. Maya invited Domhnall if he was feeling festive, she left him with the address to find the shop in Salem. The Book of Shadow was still very much home after all these years. Carter, Maya was hesitant to invite him. She sent word to him either way if he didn’t come so be it. This was the first time in a long time she was hosting Christmas here and in the current shape he was in these days, there no telling how he will behave. “Thackery, have you finished setting up the table, no sign of Lucca yet? Elvera and the girls?” Maya asked while she put the finishes touches of this holiday, festive, whatever they wanted to call it meal. “Sh!t, am I forgetting something?”