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Cyndi Kingsley

Former Gryffindor HoH | Mother of 3
 
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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
Even though magic would have easily rid the creaking noises from her favorite rocking chair, Cyndi didn't bother to do anything about it. She rather liked the noise, believing it added some more character to an item that already held a great deal of sentimental value for the woman. She sat, watching the sun set, a glass of wine on the small little table right beside her chair, the bottle on the counter in her kitchen. It was a Friday night, and this was a far cry from what a thirty years younger version of her might have, but she was content with this quiet life. Retired from teaching, time spent running a nonprofit that helped members of the magical world find their way into jobs and careers. It was a pleasant life. She had her three children who visited fairly often, her grandchildren who brought immense joy to her life.

But the woman was keeping a secret from most people in her life. She'd taken great pains to maintain the secret during an earlier visit from her children, and she was fairly certain she'd done a good job at it. Checking the time, the woman smiled as she rose from her chair and went into the kitchen, returning with the bottle and another glass, this one empty. She set them down beside the other chair on her porch before returning to her seat. As she continued to watch the sun set, the woman was sitting up just a little straighter, listening for something. Perhaps it would be a crack, perhaps something else. She never knew what to expect these days.
 
Cameron rubbed a hand across the scruff on his face before checking the time on his watch for the third time in the last half hour. Timing was an essential part of his evening plans, and really, his timing needed to be perfect. Merlin knows he needed to make up for all the times it wasn't. Especially with this particular woman. Buttoning up the cuffs on his sleeves, Cameron glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The grey was showing in his beard. Picking up his wand, he nodded at himself in the mirror before striding out of the room.

With a pop in the air, Cameron apparated to a familiar location. With a small smile, he made his way up the stone path until his icy blue eyes met hers. A grin spread across his face. "Hi honey, expecting company?" he asked as he walked up the steps to the porch.
 

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