ℐshwari Sting
In Waiting
In the sitting room of her London townhouse, the once death eater, Zimelda Zemeckis, sat in waiting.
The crispiness of Autumn streamed through the glass panes, and teetered tints of burnt orange upon the portrait of she and her son, Thibault.
Woebegone; a word to describe her appearance, as it dissolved into her leather armchair. He had not been home in months - and she feared what may have been the reason why.
Umbra.
Still, she sat in waiting, spared from her usual duties aiding the aurors or the Minister - for he could walk through the door at any moment, and she could convince him to join her instead.
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Addendum: This is a Mischief Managed RPG character. More information here: mischiefmanagedsl.net/
In Waiting
In the sitting room of her London townhouse, the once death eater, Zimelda Zemeckis, sat in waiting.
The crispiness of Autumn streamed through the glass panes, and teetered tints of burnt orange upon the portrait of she and her son, Thibault.
Woebegone; a word to describe her appearance, as it dissolved into her leather armchair. He had not been home in months - and she feared what may have been the reason why.
Umbra.
Still, she sat in waiting, spared from her usual duties aiding the aurors or the Minister - for he could walk through the door at any moment, and she could convince him to join her instead.
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Addendum: This is a Mischief Managed RPG character. More information here: mischiefmanagedsl.net/