- Messages
- 36,810
- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
After being reassured by her mother and sister that the perfect dress was out there somewhere, Cyndi Weasley gave them both a hug and headed for the alleyway down the street from the muggle dress shop. She'd tried on dozens of dresses and each one had been wrong, wrong, wrong. It was completely and utterly disheartening. In just a few months, Cyndi would be standing in front of her family and friends and she sure as hell was determined to look good doing it. She knew that it wasn't really about the dress and that Cameron would love her regardless, but she only planned on being married once. If she was going to walk down the aisle, she planned on doing it right.
Apparating into another alleyway in a different part of England, Cyndi rummaged in her purse as she quickly left the dank alley. The nausea that usually came when she apparated was not being helped by the smell of slowly rotting food. She pulled out a slip of paper and scanned what was written on it before dropping it back into her bag. Walking around a corner, Cyndi joined the few people walking the streets as she reached her destination and looked up, anxiety suddenly shooting through her. What if she's not home? Cyndi thought to herself as she moved closer to the door. Well, she said I could stop by whenever..., she reasoned as she lifted up a hand and knocked three times. Fidgeting slightly, Cyndi took a step back and waited, listening for the sound of someone's arrival at the door. She'd been waiting for an opportunity to get to England because she had some very important news to share with her friend and now was that time. It's better late than never she added silently, hoping her friend would see it the same way as well.
Apparating into another alleyway in a different part of England, Cyndi rummaged in her purse as she quickly left the dank alley. The nausea that usually came when she apparated was not being helped by the smell of slowly rotting food. She pulled out a slip of paper and scanned what was written on it before dropping it back into her bag. Walking around a corner, Cyndi joined the few people walking the streets as she reached her destination and looked up, anxiety suddenly shooting through her. What if she's not home? Cyndi thought to herself as she moved closer to the door. Well, she said I could stop by whenever..., she reasoned as she lifted up a hand and knocked three times. Fidgeting slightly, Cyndi took a step back and waited, listening for the sound of someone's arrival at the door. She'd been waiting for an opportunity to get to England because she had some very important news to share with her friend and now was that time. It's better late than never she added silently, hoping her friend would see it the same way as well.