Wendla was in a rather grumpy mood, for one reason or another. She didn't much feel like dealing with anyone for any reason, so she'd left Brigitta with a reliable babysitter and went to sit by the window, watching the snow falling outside ( Read more... )

So, let's pretend it's December 25th, shall we? And Wendla can be found sitting on the floor, in the main room. Brigitta is sitting close by, a cupcake in front of her, and she's a bit of a mess. Normally, Wendla would be fussing over this, but today she'll let it go, because today is Brigitta's first birthday. Wendla is quite proud of this, and ( Read more... )

Lammermeier is sitting outside. It is rather chilly at the moment, but very lovely with all the leaves scattered all over the place and the sun high in the sky, so he is wearing a nice red scarf and he is rather fond of it. Anyway, he can be found under a tree, bored, picking a little at his shoelaces. Have at.

 So, there Lammermeier is, sitting somewhere and eating a sandwich, which isn't really unusual for him. He's just sitting there and thinking about life and other deep things, when he suddenly realizes that he's forgotten something. He cannot place it, however, since, well, forgetful Lam is forgetful.

T: Mostly for Germans, but open.

Wendla's wedding date has been [finally] set. She's happy, of course. Very happy. However, she's only just realized that this means she only has a few days to put everything together ( Read more... )

Last year, it snuck up on him. This year he's been thinking about it for the past month. His seventeenth birthday. He should be happy about it, he knows. But it still feels wrong to him. To celebrate the day of his birth when he should be dead ( Read more... )

Young Lämmermeier had been spreading some nice apricot jelly on bread earlier, ready for yet another delightful breakfast with his mother and father. He had been in the process of pouring tea for his lovely parents when he... well, blinked. And suddenly the table is gone along with the tea and his parents and-- oh no, not the toast and jelly.

One ( Read more... )

It just wouldn't be a regular day without a distressed German ( Read more... )

Robert doesn't much care for Sunday Mass. It's boring and his knees always hurt afterwards from all the kneeling, but his parents always insist that's good for him so Robert goes willingly. His parents can't be wrong can they?

Anyway, he is on  his knees, praying like a good boy and when he opens his again he is shocked to find entirely different ( Read more... )

One might be able to see a little German girl, cheerier than she's been in ages, attempting to decorate the place with daisy chains, even daring to put a few flowers in her braids. It's a dear friend's birthday, you see, and she wants to make it a nice one ( Read more... )