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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
Sitting in the den with a glass of wine in hand, Cyndi watched the clock slide to 12:01. It was now one year and three days since Kiera had died, and Cyndi's life had never quite been the same. She sat, only a small lamp on in the room, a book in her lap though she had been mostly staring into space for the last few minutes, her thoughts spinning. Dinner had gone well, she supposed. Lyra had shown up even though Link hadn't. Her sons hadn't argued at the table, and her parents had gone off to bed in the guest bedroom none the wiser that Noah's move to a new school hadn't been a mutual decision of his parents. It was odd to no one when Eleanor begged for her father to tuck her in. But still her mother had kept asking her if she was ok and looking between her and Cameron, but she'd brushed her mother's attention off as urgently as her sons did to her.
Finishing off her second (or was it third?) glass of wine, Cyndi moved to place the empty glass on the small table beside her, but missed it slightly, the glass falling towards the carpet. Cyndi moved quickly, trying to catch it but missing as it hit the carpet, but, thankfully, didn't shatter. "Dammit!" she exclaimed sharply, the house large enough that she didn't fear waking up anyone sleeping upstairs. She picked up the glass, standing far too quickly and experiencing a rush of dizziness that was equal parts from the alcohol as it was from her grief and lack of sleep over the past few nights. Gripping the arm of the chair, Cyndi sat heavily on the arm to regain her bearings.
Finishing off her second (or was it third?) glass of wine, Cyndi moved to place the empty glass on the small table beside her, but missed it slightly, the glass falling towards the carpet. Cyndi moved quickly, trying to catch it but missing as it hit the carpet, but, thankfully, didn't shatter. "Dammit!" she exclaimed sharply, the house large enough that she didn't fear waking up anyone sleeping upstairs. She picked up the glass, standing far too quickly and experiencing a rush of dizziness that was equal parts from the alcohol as it was from her grief and lack of sleep over the past few nights. Gripping the arm of the chair, Cyndi sat heavily on the arm to regain her bearings.