Carter Kaster
head of international magical law
- Messages
- 505
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 13 1/2 Inch Sturdy Mahogany Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 5/2006
The funeral didnt take long to plan, evidently losing ones wife was not so uncommon an occurrence as one might think. Carter really needed only explain what had happened and everything had seemingly fallen into place. It was all too easy, too convenient. The room was decked out in Kieras favourite flowers, pictures of her with various members of her family were scattered about the room. It was all very beautiful, but almost clinically so. This felt foreign to Carter, sterile despite the colour. Kiera had never been an ordinary person and for her to go the way she did, it just didnt seem right. She was passion and energy together, a stubborn combination of every irritation trait. But they worked so well together in her. This wasnt what he had been expecting to do just days after her death. Kingsley and Kamryn sat in little cribs in the corner of the room, Carter couldnt bare to part with them. As much as it pained him to look at them, remembering how theyd come into the world, he would never blame them. It was not their fault, it was his.
The chairs were spread throughout the room, weaving around the pedestal flowers and tables with Kieras face adorning them. It hurt to look, it hurt to be in the room, but he wouldnt leave until all of this was over. This was Carter final goodbye, a chance for her family to grieve together, knowing she would never laugh with them again, as strange a thought as that was. Carter had a terrible feeling that he would take some time to get used to this. Theyd fought so hard to be together again, the consequences of such had been too great. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kieras words came flowing back, but he only ignored it. She would say that, trying to make him feel better, but it wasnt working. Shaking his head, Carter moved over to the newborns and looked down at them. They were so small and so unaware of the terrible sadness they were about to be surrounded by. Part of him thought it would be better to remove them, but he wanted Kieras family to see them, they deserved that much at least.
Carter realised what time it was and moved over to his last photo with Kiera. The Christmas party. Hes almost decided not to place it, but it was his last tangible memory with her, apart from their children. He couldnt bring himself to leave it behind. He turned as the door swung open, Dalton and Daelin wandered in, talking in hushed whispers. He could only imagine it was about him. Dalton looked up and was about to make his way over, but a look from Daelin kept him still. Carter could only assume shed read his mind. He didnt want to be disturbed right now.
The chairs were spread throughout the room, weaving around the pedestal flowers and tables with Kieras face adorning them. It hurt to look, it hurt to be in the room, but he wouldnt leave until all of this was over. This was Carter final goodbye, a chance for her family to grieve together, knowing she would never laugh with them again, as strange a thought as that was. Carter had a terrible feeling that he would take some time to get used to this. Theyd fought so hard to be together again, the consequences of such had been too great. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kieras words came flowing back, but he only ignored it. She would say that, trying to make him feel better, but it wasnt working. Shaking his head, Carter moved over to the newborns and looked down at them. They were so small and so unaware of the terrible sadness they were about to be surrounded by. Part of him thought it would be better to remove them, but he wanted Kieras family to see them, they deserved that much at least.
Carter realised what time it was and moved over to his last photo with Kiera. The Christmas party. Hes almost decided not to place it, but it was his last tangible memory with her, apart from their children. He couldnt bring himself to leave it behind. He turned as the door swung open, Dalton and Daelin wandered in, talking in hushed whispers. He could only imagine it was about him. Dalton looked up and was about to make his way over, but a look from Daelin kept him still. Carter could only assume shed read his mind. He didnt want to be disturbed right now.