cause all we know is falling, it falls Who: Kenzy Von Rosen. Where: Her Home. When: July 30, 1977. Summary: Kenzy gets the worst news you can get. Rating & Warnings: PG I think? Maybe PG-13. Angst and Sorrow. Type: Narrative Thread. Completion: Complete.
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Night had come over the world, replacing the sunny skies with inky midnight hues and diamond-like stars filled the expansion. The nightfall found Kenzy Von Rosen-Ashby busy around the kitchen, trying to finish dinner before Mitchell arrived home from work. She had really taken to the muggle way of life - it was so simple compared to everything magic could produce. However, this did not mean she had given up on magic altogether. In fact, she was using magic to finish off the meal, mostly because she was running late. They had a party to attend after the meal for her latest record. It was something of a sneak-peak listening affair. She was so excited and Mitchell claimed this would be the best record yet!
Grinning happily, Ken finished setting the table as the doorbell rang. She prayed the door knocking would not wake up Emmy because Ken had spent two hours getting her to sleep. “Coming!” Ken called out, smoothing down her dress before swinging the door open, expecting to see her husband but instead there was an uniformed officer. She was currently in the muggle world. They had two places - one in the muggle world and one in the magical world. It was the weekend, so she did not need to be at Hogwarts until Sunday night. “Officer?” Ken whispered in questioning, griping the side of the door so tightly, her knuckles were completely white.
The Officer took off his hat, giving Kenzy the sympathetic glance he had perfected years ago from being in this line of work. “Ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you this but your husband, Mitchell Ashby, was shot tonight. He didn’t make it to the hospital.” He bowed his head slightly. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.” With that he left, leaving Kenzy’s world spinning and out of control.
Shutting the door slowly, Kenzy choked on the rising sobs erupting from her very soul. Locking the door, she slid down to the floor, completely ruining her dress but not caring in the least bit. The tears began to fall before she even had a chance to process the words, the sobs so powerful they shook her entire body. Time seemed to stop as she sat there but after a long while, she stood up, went over to the table and knocked everything onto the floor - dishes, bowls, silverware and food all hit the floor in a thunderous shockwave, Ken’s chest heaving up and down rapidly. Staring at the destruction, Ken covered her face, unsure what she was even feeling now. “Y-you promised you’d - never - leave me,” Ken whispered to the silence, eyes darting all around the room - all around at their once happy and full life. Everyone in her life had said she married too young but she had fallen madly in love with Mitchell the second her eyes had landed on him.
Hearing Emmy crying, Ken snapped out of her daze, wondering how long her princess had been crying. She imagined since she had wrecked the meal. Walking down the corridor, Ken made it to the nursery, picking Emmy up gently, moving to sit in the rocking chair. “Shhh,” Ken whispered, rocking her back and forth. “I promise; Mommy is going to take care of you, darling. There is no need to be scared. Everything is going to be okay.” It was as if she was speaking the words to reassure herself too. She was too young to be a widow, but she imagined she was also too young to have a baby too. “Sleep now honey, don’t you cry, I’m here to sing you a lullaby. Rest in dreams of joy and wonder, I’ll be here, to chase away the thunder….” She continued to sing and continued to rock slowly back and forth until both of them had drifted off, ignoring the pain that would await them when the sun once again shone on the cracks beginning to form.
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Outfit:Click! Author's Notes: So, this happens a little bit before the RPG opens at. It was extremely hard to write, so sad.