Laylah Makwa
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Ivory shades were pulled back, letting a bliss of sun rays beam brightly against the hardwood floors of their Hawaiian home. Lucid windows were adjusted slightly open to let fresh air in, greeting the middle age woman from her distant dreams. Dreams that she could never recall once awaken to be reminded of her daily routine. With every ounce of energy she could substitute, Laylah crawl of bed the voice in the back of her head was telling her to "suck it up", or she'll be suffering migrant later on. Particularly main reason why she got up early every morning, it could be mothers day, still the woman constantly never showed any sign of breaking a ritual routine. Besides that, she had a few teenagers she had to hound out of their sleeps, or else a few heads would be missing at tribal school.
First before she made her way into the hollow spacious kitchen, she double-check to make sure it wasn't a weekday. Saturday, it gave everyone else enough time to sleep in more. Laylah use the typical spell to start breakfast up and start on a few house chorse. While she sat down, holding monthly prophets one from America the other from New Zealand. Skimming through the article she notice the headlines about the minister and how his resignation had been top news in the wizaring world. Laylah had little interest only because it was in New Zealand, had it been America's Government of Magic, she would be glue to it all morning reading every details of the prophets. No matters, her daughter Makaylah lived in NZ, she still had to worry about her wellness of her younger daughter surroundings. For a whole half hour she read the prophets, quite frankly shocked by what they were dishing out. She had been close to choking on hot steamy coffee, if there hadn't been a bucket of ice nearby, Laylah would've been paying a visit to St.Mungos, thanfully she restore calmly reading the rest of the prophets as well as the America addition.