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Wedding bells.
There was a lot that had stood in the way of this day ( Read more... ) -
Welcome Home [closed]
It all felt a little surreal ( Read more... ) -
So, Freedom? [closed]
It had been approximately forty-five days, six hours and twelve minutes since Cecilia had been taken into custody. Not that she was counting. No. It felt like a lifetime even when she knew that it was nothing compared to those who had been in here since the last War, or hell, even the first one. She couldn't help but think about Gabriel and the ( Read more... ) -
You're Going to be the Best Dad [closed]
If she had done the math properly, counting back to the moment when this might have all started, it was Valentine's Day. It was a bloody stupid day, one fixated on commercial obsessions with love and lust and it was hardly a blip on Cecilia's radar. But then, George was standing there at her door with that look on his face, that grin tugging at his ( Read more... ) -
This Can't Possibly Be Happening [closed]
It had been an oddly calm and quiet past few weeks. With the wizarding world getting back on its feet following the solar flare, Cecilia was starting to see everyone fall into their rhythms again. She was relieved, mostly, because getting the hospital back in order had been a hellish experience. She had spent so much time there since that Saturday ( Read more... ) -
We Shall Call Him Picard [closed]
The fear that Cecilia felt when her magic disappeared was unprecedented. And given her history, that was saying something. Though, she was hardly given the proper amount of time to let it settle as she was torn back and forth among all wards that day, dealing with the terrible fall out as charms and spells faded. Pansy's death was a shock but the ( Read more... ) -
What Are You Wearing? [closed]
It had been a bit of a long week ( Read more... ) -
Are You My New Best Friend? [closed]
"You look so pretty, Aunt Sissy-"
Cecilia glanced in the mirror, the large crown sitting haphazardly on her blond hair, still damp from the shower she only had five seconds to take before her niece started crawling into her make-up. She laughed, tugging Madeline into her lap, adjusting the miniature matching crown ( Read more... ) -
Closed: Nighttime in Paris
Her skin was growing warm as she tossed and turned, Cecilia's fingers curling into the soft sheets. She reached out instinctively for George, her hand finding his even in the middle of this terrible nightmare, Cecilia's fingers digging into his skin as she squeezed her eyes shut. The nightmares had been happening more and more frequently, filling ( Read more... ) -
Closed: Losing My Mind
Maybe half an hour, or twenty minutes before her shifts were due to start, Cecilia would sneak away to the Janus Thickey Ward with a small bouquet of peonies tucked into her fist. Her schedule was always rather odd (bordering on that line of very late or very early), for which she was grateful for- it left the Ward on the quieter side, offering her ( Read more... )
