- Messages
- 36,991
- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
The owl had come just as Cyndi had arrived home to tuck Jake and Ellie in, well Ellie really. Jake had declared himself too big for such things, though she did catch him opening his door wider so he could listen to the stories she read Eleanor during bedtime. The Gilderoy Lockhart books had once been his very favorite and apparently still was, though he'd never tell his mum to her face. Cyndi enjoyed them too, as long as they were read as fiction and not as the memoirs they were still listed as. The woman knew the story she'd read to three children now like the back of her hand, so she continued reciting from memory as she opened the owl, surprise to see it was from Kiera. At this hour? Pausing in her delivery, Cyndi almost called out to her husband who was in his study, working no doubt, but she stopped herself. He'd been dealing with a lot of stress at work with the murder of the Headmistress' daughter. She would handle this and then let him know, once she had all the facts. Her daughter tugged her arm, pushing the book into the crook of her elbow. "Sorry Ellie. Where were we?"She forced a smile, a genuine chuckle coming to her lips when Jacob replied from across the hall.
Only an hour later, Cyndi was donning a cloak over her clothes and heading out. She'd peeked into the study to tell Cam, but he'd been talking to someone, their head illuminated in the floo. Stepping towards the main fireplace, in their sitting room, Cyndi made note that she needed to purchase some more powder as she grabbed a pinch and temporarily undid all the wards and spells that went up each night. They'd re-do themselves once she left. Throwing it in, she watched the flames before stepping in and declaring Kiera's address, having no idea what she was walking into. The room looked normal enough, though the silence was unsettling. Kiera's home was never silent. "Kiera? It's me" she called out softly, not wanting to wake Jemma. "Where are you?" she called out, making her way cautiously across the room, wand in hand.
Only an hour later, Cyndi was donning a cloak over her clothes and heading out. She'd peeked into the study to tell Cam, but he'd been talking to someone, their head illuminated in the floo. Stepping towards the main fireplace, in their sitting room, Cyndi made note that she needed to purchase some more powder as she grabbed a pinch and temporarily undid all the wards and spells that went up each night. They'd re-do themselves once she left. Throwing it in, she watched the flames before stepping in and declaring Kiera's address, having no idea what she was walking into. The room looked normal enough, though the silence was unsettling. Kiera's home was never silent. "Kiera? It's me" she called out softly, not wanting to wake Jemma. "Where are you?" she called out, making her way cautiously across the room, wand in hand.