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Post by Shawna Michelle Hart on Jan 28, 2009 15:28:32 GMT -5
Shawna Hart lay back in bed, smoking a cigarette. A sheet barely covered her body as she looked down at her companion. She wasn't even sure she remembered his name, but it didn't really matter. He'd only be staying as long as it took her to finish her cigarette.
He was young, possibly the same age as her oldest. She didn't really care. The important thing was that he was handsome, strong, and had a lot of stamina. He'd said a lot of pretty words that both flattered and bored her. Words were nice, but she much preferred the deeds. And when it came to those... he was perfectly acceptable.
She flicked an ash into the ashtray on the bedside table, then took another long drag. "You should start getting dressed," she said. "My son will be coming home soon."
The man, who had been gazing up at her dreamily, frowned and began to move reluctantly. Shawna watched him as he got out of bed and got dressed. She admired his form dispassionately--he certainly was a fine specimen. But the moment had passed and she was already bored.
He was dressed all too soon. He turned to her, his eyes filled with warmth and promise, but she stared back coldly as she put out her cigarette. "Let's not make more of this than necessary," she said. "It was fun. Don't ruin it."
She slid out of bed, standing naked in the middle of the room, as if to remind him of what he'd had for a brief time. She began to get dressed, pretending not to notice that he was still watching. "You can show yourself out," she said at last. "If anyone asks, you were checking the pipes."
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Post by Draven Hart on Jan 28, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
The man's wistful thoughts and too long glances cost him, and Draven was just coming inside as he was leaving. He didn't see his mother in the immidiate area, so he raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess... checking the pipes, as it were?"
He didn't wait for an answer, and hurried the man out of the house so that he could close the door. His mother tried, on occassion, to keep her affairs secret, so Draven pretended he didn't know about them.
He took off his cloak and set it aside with his badge and his wand, getting something to drink while he waited for his mother to come downstairs.
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Post by Shawna Michelle Hart on Jan 28, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
Shawna finished getting dressed, then stopped to spritz on a little of her favorite cologne and brush her hair. Today she wore it straight and just a little past her shoulders. Spotting a few gray hairs, she took out her wand and changed the color to her preferred light blonde color. She couldn't have those gray hairs making her look old.
Satisfied at last with her appearance, Shawna walked slowly downstairs and headed for the kitchen. She needed to see how the elves were doing with dinner.
Upon seeing Draven, she smiled slightly. He was a good son, and he knew his place. But how she wished he would move out already! The family togetherness was getting to be too much.
"Hello, Draven," she said. "How was your day at work?"
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Post by Draven Hart on Feb 8, 2009 22:50:24 GMT -5
Draven shrugged. "Same as normal. Had a shift with one of the Leviners. He's a... weird guy." There were rumors about him in the office, anyway, that maybe he could sense the future. That's all they were though, he figured: Rumors. Still, if it were true... he could be an assett.
"Good looking plumber," he added off handed, a small smile on his lips. His mother didn't have to worry that he'd ever tell... he was just amused by all of it.
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Vixie Hart
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Fourth Year[M:10]
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Post by Vixie Hart on Feb 8, 2009 22:56:03 GMT -5
For the weekend, Vix had been allowed to go home. She didn't do it often, but she had been having a terrible week at school, and had been missing the quiet of her home. She knew her mother would probably be there, but she shook the thought from her mind as quickly as it had come.
Praying that no one was around, Vix snuck into the house. She attempted to make it through the kitchen as quiet as possible, but right as she turned the corner, she saw Draven and Shawna. In her head, she groaned to herself, but she never audibly made a peep. She glanced over her shoulder at the house elves and made a motion for them to keep quiet. She didn't want them alerting Shawna with her presence.
She peeked around the corner into the living area and watched the actions of Draven and Shawna. Her mother looked as if she had had her fill for the day, and Draven looked the same as always. A bit bored.
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Post by Shawna Michelle Hart on Feb 8, 2009 23:21:52 GMT -5
Shawna was glad he didn't elaborate much on his work. Her interest in the subject was minimal at best. She only really cared about gossip, shopping, and men. She was temped to ask if the Leviner boy was cute, but obviously she couldn't ask her son that. Still, if there was something interesting about him, she might want to check him out and see if she could have a bit of fun with him.
When Draven mentioned the "plumber", however, Shawna's thoughts turned quickly. Sometimes she thought maybe Draven knew the truth, but if he did, he never said anything. Just hinted.
"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," she replied boredly. "I don't suppose you saw your father at the office today? I need to know whether I should expect him for dinner."
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Post by Draven Hart on Feb 8, 2009 23:30:45 GMT -5
Draven shook his head. "No, I didn't see him, but I suspect he'll be working late again, as per usual."
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head toward the kitchen. There, looking like a cornered cat, was his sister.
A slow smile spread on his lips. "Vix, fancy seeing you here," he said, knowing she probably wanted to make a quiet entrance.
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Vixie Hart
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Fourth Year[M:10]
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Post by Vixie Hart on Sept 24, 2009 23:10:01 GMT -5
Vixie traipsed into the room and smiled. "Well well dear brother, not off with one of your prostitutes this afternoon," she said with a snigger. She may only be 14 years but in this house you learned that life was not prim and proper like every made it out to be. In this house you learned to be tough and just deal with what was thrown at you. You find out your mom is sleeping with the gardener after only working for the family a week and a mere shrug of the shoulders would be the correct response.
"And mother, how have you been this morning," she said, a faux sugary sweet tone revealed as she spoke again, "you do look rather . . . pleased I guess would be the appropriate term," she spat, adding extra emphasis on the word pleased.
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Post by Shawna Michelle Hart on Oct 10, 2009 15:39:51 GMT -5
Shawna beamed at her daughter, deliberately ignoring any implications in Vixie's comment. Whether her children knew about her dalliances was really of no concern of hers. All that mattered was that Aleczander remained blissfully ignorant. The children wouldn't dare say a word; they would not want to deal with the consequences that would follow. If she needed to, Shawna could make their lives hell.
"And why not? It's a lovely day, and my children are here. Oh, except for Damiel." She shrugged again, dismissing all thoughts of her middle child. "What are you doing here, Vixie? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
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