Maddiie Holland
Al. Hufflepuff | Werewolf
- Messages
- 5,700
- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight
- Wand
- Lignum Vitae Wand - The Merlin 16" Essence of Dragon's Whisker
- Age
- 42/2005
Marlana by now was part of the Dalmoir family, more like the servant if anything. But the several weeks that she's been there Maralana have been very observant. From the looks of it thought Abathyn was stretching herself wearily, while Melodie was to busy gossiping about who knows what. She could tell she was not going to like Melodie, for some reason something didn't feel right when she was around her, every now than she would catch herself merely staring only to look away. Marlana was not very fond of Melodie. So you could imagine what she thougth of the groom? Either way its been tough on Abathyn having to deal with so much, Marlana made it her duty to look after little Jamiee.
Little Jamiee was very adorable, but at times she was to much to handle. Even with small bribes of promise candies and treats once they scouted the next town over the harbour, little Jamiee still bicker and scream wanting the candy now. This was something Marlana wanted so bad to avoid, after finding out she was due to have her first child but with whom? Made her life even more complex than ever. "Come on little Jamiee, hold my hand or no candy." she try chasing after the little girl that seem to have been getting away from, every time she seemed a little distracted. Now you could imagine how Marlana looked, with her white blouse clinging her small fragile form, the swelling of her bump peeking under every now and than, whenever she was chasing Jamiee. "Jamiee!" she shouted after the girl, who was running very fast for such a girl her age.
Little Jamiee was very adorable, but at times she was to much to handle. Even with small bribes of promise candies and treats once they scouted the next town over the harbour, little Jamiee still bicker and scream wanting the candy now. This was something Marlana wanted so bad to avoid, after finding out she was due to have her first child but with whom? Made her life even more complex than ever. "Come on little Jamiee, hold my hand or no candy." she try chasing after the little girl that seem to have been getting away from, every time she seemed a little distracted. Now you could imagine how Marlana looked, with her white blouse clinging her small fragile form, the swelling of her bump peeking under every now and than, whenever she was chasing Jamiee. "Jamiee!" she shouted after the girl, who was running very fast for such a girl her age.