Larissa Sedgwick
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- Messages
- 7,537
- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
December 24th, 2032.
Tinsel glittered and danced as the evening breeze swept through the open front door. Larissa, Lily, and Andrew stumbled blindly through it, wiping snow from their eyes. The three of them seemed in high spirits as they entered the living room and Larissa flicked her wand elegantly at the fireplace to spark it into life. She seated herself heavily upon the sofa after stripping both herself and Lily of snow sodden outerwear. "Come, Lily, sit with mamma." She heaved the child on to her lap and stroked the ice from her flaxen hair. "We must go to bed early, tonight, or we Father Christmas will not visit." She smiled down into her daughter's gleaming blue eyes. She was grateful that Andrew had adopted her English Christmas traditions, rather than she, his. It meant one more day to ready herself for the mad rush of presents and flurries of snow.
As the clock struck its ninth hour, the Sedgwicks retired to bed. Little Lily lay in excited fidgets as he mother read to her in hushed tones. Andrew changed for bed, and by half past nine, his wife joined his side and the family went into a deep slumber for the night. Such a shame it was that this family peace could not last forever. At four thirty-five in the morning, the front door creakded open and a dark shadow lumbered into the kitchen, where it would wait for the next two hours.
Tinsel glittered and danced as the evening breeze swept through the open front door. Larissa, Lily, and Andrew stumbled blindly through it, wiping snow from their eyes. The three of them seemed in high spirits as they entered the living room and Larissa flicked her wand elegantly at the fireplace to spark it into life. She seated herself heavily upon the sofa after stripping both herself and Lily of snow sodden outerwear. "Come, Lily, sit with mamma." She heaved the child on to her lap and stroked the ice from her flaxen hair. "We must go to bed early, tonight, or we Father Christmas will not visit." She smiled down into her daughter's gleaming blue eyes. She was grateful that Andrew had adopted her English Christmas traditions, rather than she, his. It meant one more day to ready herself for the mad rush of presents and flurries of snow.
As the clock struck its ninth hour, the Sedgwicks retired to bed. Little Lily lay in excited fidgets as he mother read to her in hushed tones. Andrew changed for bed, and by half past nine, his wife joined his side and the family went into a deep slumber for the night. Such a shame it was that this family peace could not last forever. At four thirty-five in the morning, the front door creakded open and a dark shadow lumbered into the kitchen, where it would wait for the next two hours.