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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
Hearing the loud hoots of the family owl, Cyndi reached out to open the window above the sink where she was washing up the breakfast dishes. Magic would have made the job easier, but Cyndi enjoyed the process of cleaning the plates herself. It was her alone time in a house that was delightfully busy with boys running around on broomsticks. Without stopping, the woman called out to the curly haired boy riding past. "Noah! Stop that right now. You know you aren't supposed to do that in here!" As a 'Sorry Mommy' soared past her, Cyndi shook her head, her gaze falling to the owl that was still patiently awaiting its treat. Having caught her eye, it let out another hoot.
Drying her hands, Cyndi reached for the jar where they kept owl treats and took out two. She gave them to the Barn Owl and took the Daily Prophet, glancing at the lead article, her eyes widening as she rushed into the living room. "Caaaaam?" she called out, excitement in her voice as she clutched the newspaper with whitening knuckles. Where was the man of the hour? As her son soared by, toes grazing the carpet, Cyndi didn't bother to scold him. "Noah...tell Daddy that Mommy has a surprise for him." Their little boy soared past, happy that he wasn't getting yelled at again and eager to get to his task. Cyndi glanced down at the pictures of the four candidates, her heart beating quickly at the sudden rush of nerves she was feeling for her husband. This was really happening.
Drying her hands, Cyndi reached for the jar where they kept owl treats and took out two. She gave them to the Barn Owl and took the Daily Prophet, glancing at the lead article, her eyes widening as she rushed into the living room. "Caaaaam?" she called out, excitement in her voice as she clutched the newspaper with whitening knuckles. Where was the man of the hour? As her son soared by, toes grazing the carpet, Cyndi didn't bother to scold him. "Noah...tell Daddy that Mommy has a surprise for him." Their little boy soared past, happy that he wasn't getting yelled at again and eager to get to his task. Cyndi glanced down at the pictures of the four candidates, her heart beating quickly at the sudden rush of nerves she was feeling for her husband. This was really happening.