valesco ; a harry potter rpg

He rapped his fingers on the side table, staring hard down at the pile of post that laid across it. Louis had been trying to organize the mess that Adian had pulled out of his room yesterday, an act only committed because Vivienne had sent a surprise owl about bringing over dinner. Louis could never deny food, so the mess had not bothered him until he’d gotten up this morning. Now, as he was attempting to read the morning paper, he’d rummaged through the messy pile to find yesterday’s crossword to ensure that his answers were correct. What he found while he foraged through the debris of weeks old parchment, was something utterly confusing and startling.

Why was there a hitwizard application hidden in the mix? And even stranger, why had Adian almost completely filled one out?

Louis folded the application quickly into the pages of today’s Prophet as he heard his friend emerge from his bedroom. He felt a great urge to roll up the newspaper and whack Adian as hard as he could until this idea of becoming a bloody hitwizard was knocked out of him, but Louis had a bit more composure than that. If his friend had been thinking about such a career change…

Deciding to go a different route than beating his friend, Louis moved to the living room where Adian had slumped onto the couch in stage two of his morning wake-up routine. Louis grinned and sang an obnoxious ‘good morning’ before he sat in his usual seat, unfolding the Prophet and scanning a random page. Ah, the classifieds.

“Oy, did you know hitwizards get their own bed in St. Mungo’s?” He let out a laugh from behind the parchment, but quickly looked over to Adian to gauge his reaction, “I wonder if that comes with a personal nurse.”

Today was a bit eventful, wasn't it?

The children were bathed and put to bed, story time was over after a repeat of some Beedle the Bard tales, and finally, finally the Flint household was quiet. Too quiet for Estella's own liking, and she trotted down the stairs in search of her husband. His retirement press conference had gone much smoother than her worrying-heart had anticipated, which she was grateful for, but she knew that all the press and attention would weigh heavy on Caden's shoulders. He could handle it, he had for years, but it didn't mean that he enjoyed it, and she knew that he'd been putting off the announcement because of that very reason.

Well, that wasn't the only reason, she knew, but Estella was going to have to step up and take on as much as she could over the course of the next season. She'd never really played the roll of Quidditch Wife, but if hosting a few parties would keep the cameras off Caden for a night or two, then perhaps she'd have to start making arrangements.

When she didn't find her husband in the kitchen, or the living room, Estella wandered to the front foyer. The front door was open save for the screening spell that kept bugs and intruders out, but allowed a fresh spring breeze in. Their dog, Snitch, bounded in and out as she approached, and she knew she'd located Caden. She stepped through the door with a slight shiver as the spell moved around her, and smiled at her husband who was slowly rocking on the porch swing. Estella gracefully made her way over a few toys left on the deck and timed her seating perfectly, pulling her legs underneath her.

"Crazy news coming out of Puddlemere, right?" she asked with a wide grin. Her hand went to Caden's shoulder in a comforting manner.