>>6122083And the small man is on the ground, hit by a combination of <span class="mu-i">stupefy</span> and <span class="mu-i">sominus</span>. A couple of silent {i]diffenos{/i] followed… not aimed at the man stunned and asleep on the dirt of course; your father was far to good of a man to ever even consider that. How ever the wheels of the gaudy gray BMW in front of you? They were in no way off limits.
And he simple walks over. Puts the wand to fuck-boys temple.
“<span class="mu-i">Obliviate’</span>.
“Now, then. Want to go back home girls. He did in fact have enough to cover the bet,,, and I am getting a bit hungry? Jenny? Want to hit up the front while I get us home? Also, can I have a sip of that soda? Daling with idiots is a thirsty job, after all.”
“Haha! Sure Daddy. “
And? Perhaps 30 minutes later? You are pulling into the drive, muggle bottles of flavored sugar water <span class="mu-i">evanesco’d</span> away at a stop light. Maybe the caffeine could be part of why you are freaking pumped.
Inside Macy is on the couch, some animal documentary on the telly and chatting about some fantasy series you have never read, Le Guin, or something with mom.
“Mommy!” Emmy lightly shouts, before running up to her and giving a light hug to her from behind and over the couch while Mack rise up, come up to you, and give her own brief hug you.
“Have fun, Emily? Jennifer? And Lucerne? You were <span class="mu-i">responsible</span>? Correct?”, Nymeria says, after her second daughter breaks the embrace and the and a slightly small, fierce, and far younger looking that she should be appearing witch rises to greet her husband.
“Of, course honey. Round the neighborhood a bunch. A slightly large street, show them how to change lanes. How to park at a pump. Both my little girls are fast learners; amazing.”
“Fine. I used the left-over pork and beef to make a few sandwiches Made a rack of cookies to go with them. Shall we eat, then get over the?”
“Sound fantastic dearest.”, and daddy wraps her in an embrace, and you can hear your mother mutter some thing about knowing when he isn’t telling the whole truth.
A quick bight later? Your Daddy’ hands are on your shoulders. You mom’s on Macy’s And this a force like being tossed into a cyclone? You are no longer in a small suburb of London.
What store would you like to hit up first? I will describe each to a degree but the first will be the big focus.
>Guns! Guns, guns! Bang band! Pew, pew!“Well, fashion is important… hit up the tailor. Maybe you can pick up a new dress, just incase they have formal events.
>Book store! You have your list but who Knows> Might find something cool. Macy will certainly enjoy it.>Write in>OOC. I am sorry I haven’t updated in a bit. Was working on a couple of thing for this thing I believe will be “fun”. Caught a cold. Had a bit of tachycardiw which was fun, metoperal thast like shit by the way. Should be better. And besides, getting to American Diagon Alley and the day trip? Been looking forward to it for a while. Thank every one who is sticking around. 