The Mordaunt [s]Zoo[/s] House After getting married, Sophie and Mordred settled in a rather large home with an even larger garden in Gloucestershire. Characters: Sophie Mordaunt (Hey Ju) Mordred Mordaunt (Stefan) Catherine & Scarlett Mordaunt (Hey Ju) Noah & Mackenzie Mordaunt (Stefan) Guest characters: Beatrice & Tamlin Castell (Tazzie) Ella & Cecelia Summers (TakemetotheBurrow) Scenes: One: When she bumped into her old friend in Diagon Alley, Sophie invited Beezus and her son to a dinner and playdate at their Two: The Mordaunts and the Summers have weekly family dinners to catch up and allow their kids grow up together |
Scene one! No need to say that Sophie spent the entire day making sure their Busy, she was. VERY busy. Thank Merlin for magic, otherwise Sophie would've been exhausted before their guests even turned up. BUT she wasn't, because not only was she used to chasing after Were they there yet!?!?!?? skdfnksnfdksnjkfs This was going to be SO EXCITING!!! Catherine had been told along with her siblings to collect her belongings from the living room and other common areas of the house, but she didn't have anything to collect. All of her things were already neatly stored away on her side of the bedroom and this time she had made sure to double check if she had closed the door. Last time her sister was apparently tempted to break into their bedroom simply because she saw the door ajar. Ugh. Noah had better keep that door shut! The eight-year-old was now feeding her fish, because she knew that as soon as their guests arrived, there would be no time to care for them. She had been taught guests were a priority, so she had to make sure her fish weren't dead right now. They weren't. Good. Scarlett had been good at keeping her hands from them lately. |
After getting caught up with all London things that came with their move, Tamlin rubbed his nose. And rubbed it again. It was ITCHY. And it was annoying. And he did not want it to be itchy but it was itchy. Was it because he was going to meet new friends as moms said? Tamlin did not like meeting new people that much. He liked to stick to people he knew. Meeting new people meant he had to smile and be polite and there are times when he did not want to be polite but moms did not have to know. She thought he was always polite. These friends were daughters and sons of moms' friends so even though he has never met them, they were already supposed to be friends. Well, okay. He supposed he could be polite for many minutes. But if he did not like any of the new friends then he was not going to be polite, not really. The knock knock? Yup. Tamlin always liked to do the knock knock. It made him feel like a boss. Knock knock! |
Catherine turned her head towards the door when she heard the knock. Hearing her mum ask her to get the door, the girl finished with her fish carefully placing the food tin back in its rightful place, cleaned her hands and stared to the door. It was only when she was reaching out to open it that she heard another noise. "DOOOOOOOOOOR!!!" Scarlett announced when she heard a knock knock. "I'M GETTING IT, I'M GETTING IT!" She added, coming out from the other room and rushing to the door. She picked up her pace and yelled even more when she saw her sister already there. "NO, ME! ME!" The eldest sister gave her sibling a cold look before twisting the doorknob without a word. She was still looking at Scarlett Blink blink. There was a kid there too. Well, of course there was. Mum said it was going to be a dinner and playdate. Catherine thought that word was a bit weird, but she didn't mind it as much because that usually meant Cecelia would come over to play. But this time it wasn't Cecelia or Sammy. It was a kid she had never met before, and Catherine wasn't a big fan of meeting new people. At least not one she was expected to befriend right there and then and be friends with by default just because mum and dad knew his mum. What if she didn't like him? What if he was annoying All these thought ran through her mind in the second it took for her to look between the boy and his mother. "Hi." She greeted the woman quietly, choosing to keep her eyes on her for now. She was pretty, but Catherine wasn't going to tell her that. Not yet, at least. So she just looked. "Mum's in the kitchen." The eight year-old told her mother's friend, because that was the proper thing to do. Not yell at their faces like Scarlett was doing. "Stop it, Scarlett!" She scolded the smallest brunette as she frowned and pulled her sister by the arm. "I WANTED TO DO IT!!!" Scarlett whined, finally getting to the door and stomping her feet at her big sister, who was a MEANIE HEAD. The four year-old wasn't afraid of that cold stare EITHER. "Hiiiiiiii!!!!!" The little girl beamed at their guests, seemingly ignoring her sister from then on and looking from the boy to his mum and then back to the boy. "Hi, who are you??" She asked him excitedly, ready to show him ALL of |
The door opened and Tamlin quickly pulled his hand away from his nose, blinking at the girl on the other side. He thought it was going to be the mum who was friends with moms to open the door but no it was a kid, like him. And ignoring him as she talked to moms. The six year old frowned. He did not like being ignored, even though he ignored some people a lot. Was this the friend moms was talking about that he had to be nice to?Already, he did not like her very much. The same could be said about the smaller, louder, more excited kid who had now turned her attention to him and was asking his name. "Tamlin." He said simply. Was this really the kids he was going to have to be friends with? And what was she talking about? Pacas? Alpacas? He did not know what that was but he knew it was not any kind of dragon or he would have heard of it. Of course. He knew ALL about dragons. Biting on his lip, he looked up to his moms. He wanted to go home. Completely oblivious to her son's inner whirrings, the brunette smiled broadly at the kids, at Catherine first who opened the door (MERLIN, how she'd grown! she could see both Sophie and Mordred in her face) then at Scarlett, the little bean who never ran out of energy it seemed. Where was Noah and 'kenzie? She wanted to rain hugs and kisses on all of them. Really, she did. It felt so nice to be surrounded by kids. But first things first, nudging her son along, she announced. "Come on, you lot. You all can talk about alpacas once were inside." They were really going in? Ughhh. |
Tamlin. Catherine looked back down at the boy. Strange name, she thought. At his frown, she kept her expression blank then her eyes glazed out a little as she watched what her sister was doing from her peripheral vision. Scarlett was about to grab the boy's hand to pull him in when his mum told them all to go in. "Yeah, come on, this way." She told him, totally ignoring his looking up at his mum and finally grabbing his hand Catherine waited until Tamlin and... Bee...zus (??) were inside to quietly close the door behind them. She kept watching the woman with curiosity, though her expression remained blank. She had already said her mother was in the kitchen, so she supposed now she had to guide her parents' friend there. Without a word, Catherine walked past Bee...zus (??) and went towards the kitchen because she couldn't assume the woman knew where things were in her hou- "BEEZUS!!!!" Sophie Catherine froze on spot as her |
Yeah, they were going in but Tamlin was still looking up at his moms who looked so smiley (he had the prettiest moms in all the whole wide dragon world, did he not?) that he barely noticed the other girl, the louder one, tug on his hand until the bones there felt like they were going to break over her grip, his brown eyes widening. Tamlin grunted, or as much as a six year old boy was capable of, and tried to detach his hand from this little ...Daddy? What's a daddy? It wasn't that So she just followed Catherine (not much of a talker, was she? that was SUCH a Mordred trait) to the kitchen - actually they didn't even get that far before the girl's mother was out and about. "Hi, Soph! Thanks again for the invitation!" Beezus greeted her friend jovially, returning the hug. As for her son, "Oh, I think he and Scarlett are already out to see the alpacas? You guys have alpacas?" You know what, she wasn't even surprised. Sophie did mention about them having A LOT of animals. |
In less than a SECOND - okay, it was longer than that, but it was still VERY QUICK - Scarlett had pulled Tamlin through the kitchen and out the back door. Good thing it wasn't such a wet day that day, which meant no puddles. Though puddles would've been FUN, but then mum would've FREAKED if they tried to go outside because they had guests over. They all had to be clean when guests came. Well, when guests ARRIVED. Scarlett wasn't taking care to keep her clothes clean now that they were all there and now the both of them were OUTSIDE. You ALWAYS got dirty when you were OUTSIDE! "Look!" She said, using her free hand to point towards a specific area of the gardens, making sure to keep In the living room, Sophie was smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, not at all, I couldn't wait to have you over!" She happily said, laughing when Beezus told her where Tamlin probably was. "We do, yeah! We can go have a look at them later if you want." She told her friend, as not everyone often had the opportunity to... well, see alpacas at someone's home. The mum-of-four guided her guest to the kitchen, where Calen was cleaning up. "It's all done now, Calen, thank you. You can go rest now." Sophie told the elf, giving him a loongggg look and wishing she wouldn't have to order him to go rest. It had been over a decade, but she would n e v e r get used to the idea of having a house elf. Whenever she thought about it for too long, she would get chills down her spine. Anyway. "Take a seat!" She told Beezus, gesturing to a chair before almost racing Calen to the counter. "Calen, go rest." Mrs Mordaunt told the elf in a hushed, emphatic tone. "Please!" URGH, the ELF!!!!! She did NOT HAVE A SLAVE!!!!!! HE SHOULD GO REST!! NOW!!!! The woman turned to her friend, her bright smile back on her face. "Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, juice, water?" She asked as she casually tried to push Calen away with her hip. Catherine followed the adults into the kitchen and went straight to take her seat. She watched the guest as mum spoke to Calen and offered drinks. The eight year-old waited until the guest said what she would like before speaking. "May I have orange juice, please?" She asked quietly, only briefly gazing at her mother before darting her eyes back to... Beezus. She still thought that was a very strange name, just like her son's. Why did they have strange names, she wondered. |
Try as Tamlin might, the One moment they were inside the house and the next moment they were outside. Where was she taking him??? ...What was this? A garden? Moms taught him recently about different kinds of garden. But he still had a hard time remembering them. This place looked like one because there were many plants though. Ugh, what was she making him look at? Grimacing as he was being puuuulled along, Tamlin soon discovered that it was not only a garden, there were also animals...like...like in a zoo! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Bo and Skippy? What are them? They looked funny. But cute. But funny. They looked like sheeps, but tall sheeps. "What do you call them? Acapas?" He asked, tugging on her hand now so he could get a closer look. He NEEDED to get a closer look. "I have wine," she half-whispered to Sophie, giggling a bit and then nodded at her saying they could check on Tamlin and Scarlett later. Sure, sure. There was no rush. They literally just arrived anyway. "Oh, and I also have some gifts for the kids." She added, patting her bag. Thank Merlin for extension charms. Moving into the kitchen, the former Ravenclaw Prefect let her eyes roam around the area appreciatively, then tried not to laugh at the interaction between her friend and their house elf. Outrageously hardworking creatures, weren't they? It was what made them very good housekeepers. And she supposed the Mordaunts really did need one what with four kids and all that. "Just water, please, Soph, and thank you." Then made a beeline to lean her hip on the table next to where Catherine was sitting. She would have to chat up the little one too! "Is orange juice your favorite, Catherine?" Tamlin was not a fan of those, unfortunately. |
"GEORGIE!!! SEBASTIAN!!" Scarlett shouted more names right after Tamlin asked his question. Did it seem like she was ignoring? Probably. BUT ONLY FOR A FEW SECONDS as she watched more alpacas join the other two who had come their way. SEE, Tamlin was even getting closer withOUT Scarlett having to pull him along! YAY! "Yeah, they're--" She stopped talking abruptly as she froze onspot, her eyes not moving. "Alpacas." She finished. Saying that word required a bit of brain power, SEE. But she could do it. ALPACAS! "SUNNY!!" Yeah, there were MORE!! She finally let go of Tamlin's hand when more alpacas came and were now close enough to be petted. "I don't have food, sorry." She told the animals, reaching out and roughly scratching their fur. Some of them didn't MIND she didn't have food because they liked being scratched, but not some OTHERS who were already turning around. WhAtEvEr, alpacas, she was not greedy like YOU! "THEY'RE COOL!" She told Tamlin with a beamy grin. Yeah, it WASN'T a question. Sophie chuckled at Beezus' half-whisper about wine and her giggling. "I'll take i--" But before she could finish her sentence Calen was already sorting it out. "Or... well... Calen will take it." Poker face. It was okay, Sophie, that was what house-elves were for. Calm down. He wanted to do it. He had his own free will. It was his choice. Asdfghjkljhgfds, that ELF! Her friend mentioning gifts for the kids made her snap back to reality. "Oh, no, you shouldn't have! Honestly!" And yes, she could tell Catherine was already curious about it although her daughter managed to stay quiet throughout - something she couldn't understand at ALL, if you asked her. You would've thought Sophie was used to it by now... Nope. And something else she wasn't used to: Calen jumping straight in and going to serve both the water AND the orange juice. Right, she WAS used to it and that was why she pretty much jumped into it at the exact same time as the elf. The both of them struggled a little as they fumbled about in the same area and... Beezus eneded up being served two glasses of water. Catherine didn't bother watching her mother's struggle with Calen. Daily practice at their house, she wasn't interested. What she was interested in, though, was observing this friend of mum and dad's. Beezus. Funny name. Why such a funny name? Where was she from? Where was Tamlin from? Where was Tamlin's dad? Why wasn't he there? Was he working? If so, why didn't they do this when his dad could come? Didn't mum and dad like Tamlin's dad? Was he a bad person? Did Catherine's dad not like Tamlin's dad? Catherine's dad didn't like a lot of people, maybe that was a possibility. "Yes..." The eight year-old said as a reply to Beezus' question, reaching out and pulling one of the two glasses of orange juice closer to her. Was she staring? Yes. Yes, she was. Very much indeed. Sorry, she couldn't help it. |
Mordred did his very best to explain things to Noah regarding Sophie's worry about him going to a boarding school early on. He understood his son's want to be with his friends for the whole week, but he thought it pointless to start him early with the program since he will be attending Hogwarts in a few years time. "You have to keep in mind that you will be attending a different school. And when I say different, it's nothing like Wycliffe." Mordred said calmly as he straightened Enzo's clothing, and placed him inside his cot to play. The dragonologist sat on the nursery's armchair and reached out to pat Noah's cheek. "I understand why you want this son, but you have to understand too that we still need to keep you close to home so we can be sure you are ready for Hogwarts." And yes, to keep Sophie's paranoia at bay...at least for the next two years. Merlin, help them all. "BUT---" Noah held his breath as he watched his father pace the nursery in his usual calm demeanor to pick out his baby brother's clothes, and watch him put it on Zee like a well-oiled machine. Noah could feel his cheeks burn as he felt his argument be shattered into pieces. He knew that his dad's words were the law, and it always was final. The young boy sighed as he ruffled his hair in frustration, no longer looking forward to meeting this Hogwarts friend of theirs, and probably skip dinner altogether. There was just no winning with his dad. Noah crossed his arms across his chest as his dad took his seat. The touch on his cheek didn't do much, and he certainly DID NOT UNDERSTAND why they are so against him going to a boarding school. Sure, Hogwarts was different, but what's so special about it that THEY have to make sure he's ready? He's got magic, and that's that! It was the only requirement needed to get to that school. That doesn't need any checking because he was a Mordaunt. "Whatever..." Noah turned his back as soon as he heard the commotion downstairs, and rolled his eyes. Great, now he has to actually put up a front to show this friend of theirs that things are doing a-okay. "Your visitor's here, I'm afraid." Noah stopped short at the door to look at his dad who was watching him. Mordred did not expect Noah's attitude, and if he was going to be honest with himself, he felt a violent kick in his chest. "Watch your mouth, Noah." Was this how his own father felt when he made things hard for him? He didn't want his son, nor any of his children to be disappointed, but he knew that these years with them was as important as learning from the best magical school there is. What didn't go amiss, however, was the burning determination in Noah's eyes when he turned around to announce Beezus' arrival. He knew there was something more. Mordred let out a sigh as he stood up from his seat and retrieved Enzo from his cot. "Is there anything you wish to add to your argument, Master Mordaunt?" Mordred asked, as he single-handedly carried Enzo in his arm, and straightened the toddler's outfit, making their way to the door. "If this is about getting your own room, I say...I'll think about it." Mordred quickly brushed Noah's hair with his other hand as he saw a shadow of a smile from him. "Let's not keep them waiting, shall we?" The father of four went downstairs with Noah behind him, and did a quick sweep of the immediate vicinity. He could hear Scarlett from where he stood and shook his head in disbelief and amusement. The three went downstairs, and headed for the kitchen. "I see you've made yourself comfortable," Mordred said, announcing their presence. "Good evening to you, Beezus." Merlin, it has been ages since he last spoke of that name. "I see you have met my daughter Catherine," he said giving her an ecouraging grin, seeing how uncomfortable she is. "This is Mackenzie, our youngest." he continued, as he showed their almost two-year old off to her, watching Enzo's piercing green eyes make sense of what was going on around him. "And this is Noah," Mordred said putting his available hand on his son's back. "Hello," he said giving the woman a quick uninterested wave, and sat next to Catherine to drink her orange juice. Merlin. All that talking from his argument earlier sure made him thirsty. "What's the verdict?" he asked his twin, slightly gesturing his eyebrow towards the woman with a strange name. "Found anything weird?" he whispered. |
You know the best way to distract Sophie from Beaming, the oldest brunette held out her hands towards HER BABY. Oh, what beautiful green eyes he had. No need to say Sophie was in love with her children, was there? Not at all. It was easy, though, what with such wonderful children. WONDERFUL, ALL WONDERFUL!! <3333333 "Hi, sweetie!" She used the typical Catherine also completely ignored her mother's |
;____; it took me decades I is sorry Alpacas. Wow. Tamlin prided himself in being more advanced than kids his age when it came to having learned about creatures but it seemed like somewhere along the way, he missed out on alpacas. They were not only cool, Scarlett. They were VERY COOL and Tamlin was properly fascinated. With his moms' friends' "Alpacas." Well, now he has lost the grinning battle and was now readily reaching out to stroke one's fur as he beamed up at the animal. AHHH. FUR! "Here, Sunny." This one was Sunny, right? "Let's go get some food." For the alpacas. Yes, the six year old has decided he was not going to be leaving this house unless he got to feed the alpacas. Oh, pssh. Of course she would have! She already missed so many years with these kids. It still honestly made her feel bad up to this day, missing out on so much on the life of her friends... But she was here now and she wasn't planning on absquatulating again so to Calen, the attentive house elf, her bag of giftsies would go. She tried to be unpredictable with the gifts and Tamlin did his fair share of pointing out which ones were too mainstream so Beezus hoped the Mordaunt kids would like them. And if they don't, she won't feel bad. Okay, maybe just a smidgen. Speaking of, Catherine's responses were very minimal, weren't they? Much more so than Tamlin's. The former Ravenclaw couldn't help but compare her to her father when they were still at Hogwarts and she could definitely pinpoint the many similarities (maybe minus the staring). Merlin, that Mordaunt blood was strong. And as if the ex-Slytherin could hear her thoughts...he now came traipsing in with his two sons in tow. It was a sight, really. It made her smirk. "Mordred." And Kenzie! And Noah! And yes, she already knows Catherine, duh. Noah got a sweet smile from Aunt Beezus (Oh, okay she was going to be stared at by the twins now?) before taking the cue to answer Sophie. "Mhm. I did. Hello, 'kenzie! Remember me?" She wasn't going to be hurt if he didn't. Mckenzie was a baby so he gets a free pass and some arm squishing while his father got a pat on the cheek. "Quite a lovely family you have here, 'dred. I'm impressed." Although, Beezus thought, Sophie deserved much of the credit. Like seventy percent of it. Heh. |
I'll post to keep this from being sent to the dead RPs forum xD Scarlett wiggled happily when Tamlin seemed to REALLY like the alpacas. YESSS!! They were THAT cool and EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD should like them!!! That included Tamlin, of course! TICK! The little girl bounced and clapped her hands as the boy REACHED TO TOUCH THE ALPACAS! YAAAAY!! He LOVED them! As he SHOULD! "That's Georgie." She corrected Tamlin as he called the alpaca by the WRONG name. "This is Sunny. He doesn't like people much." She added, clinging onto and hanging off of the alpaca's neck because Sunny HAD TO like her, obvvvvvvvvvviously. She was the boss of him, he HAD TO LIKE HER! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Tamlin wanted to FEED the alpacas? "Alright!" Scarlett exclaimed, pointing at the other area of the gardens. "There's some in the barn. DON'T LET THE OWLS OUT otherwise my daddy will kill you." EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE he wouldn't really, but daddy could get REALLY ANGRY sometimes and Scarlett has seen daddy angry and it was NOT VERY NICE. Well, not nice to the person he was angry with. He had never been THAT ANGRY with Scarlett herself, which was a GOOD THING. She supposed it was because she was a GOOD PERSON and never let the owls get out unless they were supposed to. SHE WAS SUCH A GOOD GIRLLLLL, did Tamlin know? SHE WAS! "Bring some to the others too, not only for Georgie. They're all very hungry all the time." The girl nodded as she started to CLIMB onto Sunny now, completely ignoring the alpaca's protests. |
Scene two! Catherine has spent the entire day organising her things, especially the area Cecelia and herself would be using for their play date that day. Making sure all of Noah's belongings were out of the way - and Scarlett's? How in the world Scarlett's stuff ended up in their bedroom, she would never know (and she didn't want to know, to be honest, because she knew it wouldn't be good) -, the girl set her desk in a way she could place a second chair across from her own seat. Her watercolour supplies were neatly lined up in a corner of her side of the desk so there would be no way Cecelia or anyone could Turning to look at her wall board, the 10 year-old fixed one of the letters sent by her best friend, making it straight again. She took a few steps back to take a better look at the board and make sure everything was in its rightful place. It all seemed tidy enough for her, so she went out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Catherine arrived in the living room just in time to see Calen putting some glasses of orange juice out for when the guests arrived. She gingerly took the seat on the sofa nearest to the door and waited patiently for her best friend to arrive. |
Right on cue, hurricane Cecelia came running into the room, a mess of golden hair and colorful clothes that the ten year old insisted reflected how she felt on the inside. She was EXCITED and HAPPY and her toothy grin said as much as she skidded to a stop, nearly knocking into poor Calen. "Whoops! Sorry, Calen!" Honest to goodness, she was. Looked it, too. Blue-green puppy eyes big as saucers and apologetic. "How'd you know? I'm parched!" Plucking a glass of orange juice from the table, she gulped it down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she'd had her fill. "Ah. So good. Aren't you going to drink some of yours, Cat?" Because yes, despite her grand entrance and tendency to get distracted, Cece had noticed her best friend sitting there. Hi! |
If it weren't for the fact Catherine and Cecelia had been best friends since before they were born, the blonde's way of arriving would startle Catherine. However, it seemed like most people around her were loud and colourful - except daddy, who Catherine knew was the only normal person in the world - and loved moving really fast for some reason. Her best friend was no exception. Catherine watched with her typical neutral expression as Cecelia gulped the entire glass of orange juice in basically one go and blinked. She was sure that was a circus skill. The young brunette blinked again at her best friend when she finally spoke to her. "Yes, but..." She started, moving forward on her seat to take her own glass of orange juice. "I'm not as thirsty." She looked at Cecelia still wondering how in the world she could drink all that so quickly. She took a sip and briefly glanced at Calen pouring Cecelia some more juice. "I like your clothes." She said, although they kind of hurt her eyes. She wasn't going to tell Cecelia that, of course, because it wasn't polite. They reminded her of Cecelia herself and her own mother - maybe that was why she kind of liked them even though they were a bit too much. It seemed like her mother could've dressed Cecelia, though that thought alone made Catherine hope her best friend's clothes didn't magically change colour every five minutes. She shivered. That'd be too much. Still holding her glass of juice, Catherine stood up. "We can go to my room and I'll show you my new watercolour. I told Noah to stay out so he won't bother us." She said, waiting to see her friend's reaction before she started leading the way. She told Scarlett not to bother them as well, but Catherine didn't trust her little sister to follow requests, so she'd have to use other means to keep her out. |
Well that made sense, didn't it? Cecelia had been going SUPER FAST, after all, and her mum was always insisting they hydrate, 'specially when they were playing quidditch or running around the yard. Catherine was only sitting there and looking thoughtful, which Cat tended to do a lot. The blonde couldn't imagine that would make you thirsty at ALL. Looking down at herself, the ten year old grinned. "Thanks! I think it shows how I'm feeling on the inside, but on the outside, you KNOW?" Cece had flipped through a witch weekly magazine she nicked from her mum for ONLY a little and it said some REALLY deep stuff about dressing for your mood. Cecelia had OBVIOUSLY taken it all to heart, as she did with most things. Picking up her own refilled glass, she took another sip and then raised her eyebrows at her friend because wait, what? "How come you don't want Noah to come, too? Are you in a fight or something?" Cecelia almost never fought with Sammy, mostly because he was smaller and generally pretty nice and really cute, as far as little brothers went. She sometimes wondered if they'd get on if they were twins like Cat and Noah were. She couldn't really picture it, though. |
Catherine looked intently at Cecelia when her friend explained the reason behind her outfit. It did make sense. Catherine didn't know that was a thing and her gaze drifted towards the glass of juice she was holding as she double checked the colours of her own clothes with her peripheral vision. Catherine didn't really need to remind herself of what her clothes looked like - she remembered -, but it was almost automatic. Much darker tones than her best friend's. She hadn't been truthfully aware of the fact outfits reflected the inner mood, but it seems like she had been doing it intuitively. That, and the fact she'd never wear things that made her eyes hurt. Noted. "I suppose." She finally remarked, looking back up at her friend and blinking at the amount of bright colours in front of her. The young brunette had been hoping Cecelia wouldn't ask questions and just go with it. Lots of the kids at her school seemed happy enough to do it, but Catherine's own people were never too interested in it, unfortunately. That was why she had given up on telling Noah and Scarlett what to do. Mackenzie was her last hope "No." They weren't in a fight. Not officially, at least. He was always annoying her, so she could argue he was always starting a fight, even if unintentionally - though she knew it was always intentional. "But he doesn't have to be with me-- with us all the time." Catherine told Cecelia, shifting her glass of juice from one hand to the other, closely watching the liquid stir a little by the movement. "He can have his own friends." Implying Cecelia was her best friend. Hers, not Noah's. |
"'Course he can have his own friends." Noah was super fun and funny sometimes and he knew a lot about alpacas and not everyone did, so that made him special. Cecelia liked that he was her |
Oh dear, Cece xD Catherine sent Cecelia a long look because she was under the impression the girl didn't understand what she meant. Her tone of voice alone showed the blonde had interpreted it all wrong, which was a shame, but Catherine wasn't about to argue with her best friend. "So, he can go play with them now." Was all she added to the topic. See, if it was up to Catherine, the both of them would already be in her bedroom painting and looking at pretty pictures and photos, but Cecelia was still going on about Noah and Catherine couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. "You can say hi." 'And just hi.' Her eyes added, but maybe Cecelia wouldn't be able to read that - which was fine by Catherine. She started leading them, but the next words by her best friend made her stop on her tracks. She felt something funny in her chest and pursed her lips, making sure to keep her back towards Cecelia. "No, but you wouldn't do that." She said in a much lower tone, meaning Cecelia wouldn't just go there to visit Noah. But she would and she had gone there to visit Catherine. How was that so difficult to understand?? It seemed like people didn't get it half the time and that was really annoying. Not even her best friend. Huff. "I'll show you my watercolour." It might've sounded like a command, but it wasn't totally intentional. It was what she sounded like when annoyed. Sorry, Cecelia. |
Sometimes Catherine was so serious and got so annoyed that it made Cecelia feel like a balloon that someone was letting all the air out of. She was d e f l a t i n g by the second and each look or change in tone was making the petite blonde resemble a kicked cruppy. "I'm friends with both of you..." She said defiantly as she followed her friend towards her room finally, eyes on her feet as she went, arms crossed. If Catherine could be annoyed, Cecelia could be annoyed TOO, but for far less time because feeling annoyed was not a feeling the blonde liked very much at all. |
......... Catherine kept quiet until they reached her bedroom door, but she didn't open it. She also didn't look back at Cecelia because she was still very annoyed at the whole situation. Urgh, Noah wasn't even there and he was ruining their day! The young brunette refrained herself from saying that 'no, Cecelia wasn't friends with the both of them' because she knew it wasn't true. Sadly, Catherine had to share her best friend, just like everything else, with her twin brother. It wasn't enough he was dad's favourite - although his silly self didn't see that - he was also the most liked at their school, had a lot more friends there than she did, and - she was sure of it - he was their teacher's favourite too. Catherine didn't see why that was, because Noah didn't even do his homework every day! Why, just why couldn't she have at least her best friend all to herself? "He's not allowed in here today." She finally said, opening the door and heading straight to the area she had neatly organised to be their play area that day. Only two seats. Two sheets of paper and two sets of watercolour. For the two of them. The two being Catherine and Cecelia, in case anyone was wondering. She had to be super obvious about these things around here! Huff. Catherine took her seat and, with a frown and still not looking at the blonde, started to quietly and angrily work on her watercolour. |
Well then... Cecelia set her jaw and squared her shoulders and crossed her arms in a manner that said she was very much not at all even a little bit happy with the way Catherine Mordaunt was acting. This was not how you treated a guest, she was pretty sure. Not that Cecelia had guests, but her mum did, and her mum never treated guests like this. Not ever. She was also pretty sure this was what you'd call rude, ignoring her standing here like she was, but Catherine was the stubborn sort so Cecelia could be stubborn too...maybe. She was going to try. Heading into the room, she took a seat opposite the brunette and began to paint. She was being EXTRA quiet which was probably LOUD in that Catherine HAD to notice the change. Cecelia Summers was almost never quiet and always had something to say so to NOT have something to say meant SOMETHING was very wrong. |
2. Your character can't say anything out loud in your post. Catherine didn't look up when Cecelia took a seat and started working on her own painting. Maybe she was making a point. Actually, it seemed like both Catherine and Cecelia were trying to make a point and, in her opinion, they were both succeeding at that. Silence was a foreign concept in that household, so when the blonde remained quiet, Catherine was relieved. In her annoyed state, she even wished her best friend would always be like that. It would make life easier. If everyone could just shut up, sit down and work quietly for once, the world would be a better place. Only she knew in that case silence meant something was wrong. Catherine was, however, stubborn enough to not do anything about it. In fact, it helped her calm down a little. So she chose to remain quiet for now too. It wasn't difficult at all and it was very refreshing. As she worked on her painting, the young brunette discreetly moved her eyes up so she could get a glimpse of Cecelia without calling any attention to herself. The last thing she wanted was to break the silence, but Catherine was just checking if her friend still looked angry. Not that she would mind if Cecelia were still angry. Catherine just wanted to know either way. |
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