Rosaline Mckay
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- Messages
- 2,429
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 13 1/2" Katalox Wood Wand with Chimera Scale core
- Age
- 12/1997
Positive.
Oh how that word irked Rosaline. Horror stricken, she rubbed her eyes from under her glasses. Oh god! Was all she could think as she took her spectacles off. Her stomach churned, making her feel nauseous. The woman exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down in any way possible, but there was no use, until she saw Chavdar and his reaction to the good news she wouldnt be calm at all.
Rosaline picked her glasses off of the vanity and put them on once more, in hopes that her mind was playing cruel games on her and that it wasnt actually positive. With nervous fingers she picked up the cyan blue and off-white pregnancy test that lay on the edge of the vanity.
It was still positive. Chavdar, she whispered faintly. Rosaline was terrified; there was simply no going around this. What would he think? Say? Do? What would she decide to do? She knew that she couldnt put herself through another abortion; it just doesnt do well to the heart. But she also knew that she still loved Vaschel and that she had always wished to have his children, when he was alive, but seeing as that wasnt an option, she was stuck.
How could we have done that? I should have had more sense then that! She thought as she looked down at her stomach, envisioning it developing right before her bright blue eyes, to a size that could only mean that she would be due in a few weeks time. Lord, she murmured under her breath. The woman shook her head vehemently, and then looked back up at the mirror distraughtly.
Rosalines life had finally begun to calm down and piece itself together. Avrille would be starting school soon; Asparuh had stopped pestering Chavdar and herself, because of the truce, and she had a job she liked. So she didnt see how having a baby or several would be to her advantage, or Chavdars for that matter. He had two arduous jobs to hold, and they scarcely saw each other as is.
After a few minutes that felt like long hours of trying to collect herself, she slipped out her wand and made the test vanish. Rosaline then walked out of her washroom and down the staircase and into the living room. There she had a quill, parchment and some black ink placed neatly on an oak coffee table.
Once sitting, she crossed her legs in the most lady-like fashion she could before picking up the piece of parchment, and placing it on her knee as a hard surface. She lifted up her hand lightly and opened the lid to the still ink, and placed the lid beside the small vial, before picking up the dainty grey quill and dipping it into the ink, deeper then she had expected. Whence satisfied, she scrapped some of the excess on the edges of the bottle, letting them slowly drip back down into the rest of the dark, murky liquid.
Rosaline let out a heavy sigh as she brought the quill to the parchment, letting it rest there as she collected her thoughts. She had no intention on telling him through word, she would have to tell him face to face. It would be harder, but that way she knew that it would only be him that would know, she didnt fancy having Asparuh, Gaspard, or her father, Ludovic, knowing when she still was hesitant in her decision to keep it or otherwise. Rosalines eyes widened slightly, as she realized that the black liquid was going through the page and onto her leggings, she rolled her eyes critically at herself and began to write.
Upon finishing the letter, she addressed it in her neatest cursive, so Chavdar would know exactly where to show up as he had never been to where she was staying. Rosaline folded the thick parchment and picked up an envelope and slid it into it. Then she wrote Chavdar Zcharovich(sp?), centered, on the front of the letter. She attached the letter to her barn owls leg and sent it on its way so she could get his response as quickly as possible, the woman was of course quite anxious for all of this, but part of her hoped he was on yet another trip to Bulgaria.
Rosaline pulled her wand out and flourished it quickly while murmuring: Scourigify under her breath. The room was cleaned instantaneously, and she gave herself a lopsided smile. She then sent her patronus to the house elf, asking it do get her a cup of tea.
As Rosaline waited she heard her daughter come down the stairs. The girls hair had grown out so it was hovering above her shoulders when straight and because she was bored today it had been curled into rather misleading ringlets that made her seem more innocent then she actually was. For some reason this amused Avrille, and it showed in her harlequin green eyes. The girl then tottered over to her mothers side and plopped herself down beside Rosaline. Rosaline received a girlish grin then heard: Hi Mom! The smile was returned falsely - and the girl was picked up from her small torso, and motherly arms were wrapped around Avrille once she was placed on the womans lap. Hello Avrille, she said in a warmer tone then she used when she was at home, which was still rather cold.
Wann sind wir der Schule einkaufen? she girl simpered. Rosaline simply exhaled heavily and rolled her eyes before placing her small hands on top of Avrilles head, although she was relieved her German lessons were working she was too stressed to deal with her at this point and time. In time, she replied vaguely. She hoped that her daughter would just not be stubborn for this one time, but she really didnt believe she would be. She was just too nervous for Chavdars response; she hadnt even gotten a letter back from him yet. Part of her felt even more nervous because of this, but the other half of her felt relieved at the possibility of putting off telling him longer, perhaps until she made her decision on this. Maybe he is in Bulgaria again, she thought hopelessly because she really knew he wasnt.
Avrille leered at her mothers response then whined, Ìàìà, ýòî íå ñïðàâåäëèâî! Kal óæå íà÷àëà ïîêóïîê. Rosaline sighed at this, knowing her daughter really wasnt certain of this or not. Èçîáðàçèòåëüíîå çàâòðà, she opted, and was relieved when her daughter nodded in satisfaction but frowned deeply as she began writhing off of Rosalines lap. The woman observed as the green-eyed girl picked up the quill she had just used to write Chavdar and run upstairs.
Rosaline crossed her arms against her chest with aggravation, deciding that this was wrong, that the test was completely incorrect, and that she was not pregnant, but she was. Just as she was about to call for the house elf, to check if the tea was brewed, she heard something and turned her heard towards the creator of the clatter. [/color]
[sorry that was sort of lame.. i needed filler]
Oh how that word irked Rosaline. Horror stricken, she rubbed her eyes from under her glasses. Oh god! Was all she could think as she took her spectacles off. Her stomach churned, making her feel nauseous. The woman exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down in any way possible, but there was no use, until she saw Chavdar and his reaction to the good news she wouldnt be calm at all.
Rosaline picked her glasses off of the vanity and put them on once more, in hopes that her mind was playing cruel games on her and that it wasnt actually positive. With nervous fingers she picked up the cyan blue and off-white pregnancy test that lay on the edge of the vanity.
It was still positive. Chavdar, she whispered faintly. Rosaline was terrified; there was simply no going around this. What would he think? Say? Do? What would she decide to do? She knew that she couldnt put herself through another abortion; it just doesnt do well to the heart. But she also knew that she still loved Vaschel and that she had always wished to have his children, when he was alive, but seeing as that wasnt an option, she was stuck.
How could we have done that? I should have had more sense then that! She thought as she looked down at her stomach, envisioning it developing right before her bright blue eyes, to a size that could only mean that she would be due in a few weeks time. Lord, she murmured under her breath. The woman shook her head vehemently, and then looked back up at the mirror distraughtly.
Rosalines life had finally begun to calm down and piece itself together. Avrille would be starting school soon; Asparuh had stopped pestering Chavdar and herself, because of the truce, and she had a job she liked. So she didnt see how having a baby or several would be to her advantage, or Chavdars for that matter. He had two arduous jobs to hold, and they scarcely saw each other as is.
After a few minutes that felt like long hours of trying to collect herself, she slipped out her wand and made the test vanish. Rosaline then walked out of her washroom and down the staircase and into the living room. There she had a quill, parchment and some black ink placed neatly on an oak coffee table.
Once sitting, she crossed her legs in the most lady-like fashion she could before picking up the piece of parchment, and placing it on her knee as a hard surface. She lifted up her hand lightly and opened the lid to the still ink, and placed the lid beside the small vial, before picking up the dainty grey quill and dipping it into the ink, deeper then she had expected. Whence satisfied, she scrapped some of the excess on the edges of the bottle, letting them slowly drip back down into the rest of the dark, murky liquid.
Rosaline let out a heavy sigh as she brought the quill to the parchment, letting it rest there as she collected her thoughts. She had no intention on telling him through word, she would have to tell him face to face. It would be harder, but that way she knew that it would only be him that would know, she didnt fancy having Asparuh, Gaspard, or her father, Ludovic, knowing when she still was hesitant in her decision to keep it or otherwise. Rosalines eyes widened slightly, as she realized that the black liquid was going through the page and onto her leggings, she rolled her eyes critically at herself and began to write.
Dearest Chavdar,
I need to speak with you, its very pressing. So at the earliest time possible, could you please come to Gaspards house? Not to worry though, its just Avrille and I here today.
In haste,
Rosaline Jenane.
Upon finishing the letter, she addressed it in her neatest cursive, so Chavdar would know exactly where to show up as he had never been to where she was staying. Rosaline folded the thick parchment and picked up an envelope and slid it into it. Then she wrote Chavdar Zcharovich(sp?), centered, on the front of the letter. She attached the letter to her barn owls leg and sent it on its way so she could get his response as quickly as possible, the woman was of course quite anxious for all of this, but part of her hoped he was on yet another trip to Bulgaria.
Rosaline pulled her wand out and flourished it quickly while murmuring: Scourigify under her breath. The room was cleaned instantaneously, and she gave herself a lopsided smile. She then sent her patronus to the house elf, asking it do get her a cup of tea.
As Rosaline waited she heard her daughter come down the stairs. The girls hair had grown out so it was hovering above her shoulders when straight and because she was bored today it had been curled into rather misleading ringlets that made her seem more innocent then she actually was. For some reason this amused Avrille, and it showed in her harlequin green eyes. The girl then tottered over to her mothers side and plopped herself down beside Rosaline. Rosaline received a girlish grin then heard: Hi Mom! The smile was returned falsely - and the girl was picked up from her small torso, and motherly arms were wrapped around Avrille once she was placed on the womans lap. Hello Avrille, she said in a warmer tone then she used when she was at home, which was still rather cold.
Wann sind wir der Schule einkaufen? she girl simpered. Rosaline simply exhaled heavily and rolled her eyes before placing her small hands on top of Avrilles head, although she was relieved her German lessons were working she was too stressed to deal with her at this point and time. In time, she replied vaguely. She hoped that her daughter would just not be stubborn for this one time, but she really didnt believe she would be. She was just too nervous for Chavdars response; she hadnt even gotten a letter back from him yet. Part of her felt even more nervous because of this, but the other half of her felt relieved at the possibility of putting off telling him longer, perhaps until she made her decision on this. Maybe he is in Bulgaria again, she thought hopelessly because she really knew he wasnt.
Avrille leered at her mothers response then whined, Ìàìà, ýòî íå ñïðàâåäëèâî! Kal óæå íà÷àëà ïîêóïîê. Rosaline sighed at this, knowing her daughter really wasnt certain of this or not. Èçîáðàçèòåëüíîå çàâòðà, she opted, and was relieved when her daughter nodded in satisfaction but frowned deeply as she began writhing off of Rosalines lap. The woman observed as the green-eyed girl picked up the quill she had just used to write Chavdar and run upstairs.
Rosaline crossed her arms against her chest with aggravation, deciding that this was wrong, that the test was completely incorrect, and that she was not pregnant, but she was. Just as she was about to call for the house elf, to check if the tea was brewed, she heard something and turned her heard towards the creator of the clatter. [/color]
[sorry that was sort of lame.. i needed filler]