• • • Frank & Alice→ FRALICE  
→ 11/17/59 + 5/24/60
→ ONEShopping for a perfect present for the perfect baby was no easy task; Alice had decided hours ago. She and Frank had been going from store to store all day (shiftily, she might add. Simply traveling safely these days was a difficult task), coming up again and again empty handed. There was just nothing good enough. Neville deserved something different, something special-- something that not every single child in Great Britain had. Hence their dilemma! And yes, their dilemma, because no matter how darkly her husband could mutter about it, the both of them had to agree on the best possible present they could give for their son's first birthday. "I like this store," Alice chirped, finding the bright colors and soothing music attractive. Not to mention there weren't a lot of people, which was a very good sign. "How about this?" Frank asked, pulling a small hand-held mirror of the closest self. "When you look in it, it shows a life-like imaginary world for your son or daughter to watch and explore." He looked up from reading the description hopefully. "That's not half bad..." "No," Alice sighed, shaking her head as she took a couple of steps forward. Neville didn't need something else to be imaginary for him, he had more than enough imagination of his own. Frank's body began to casually drift over toward the collection of small brooms, but Alice quickly clamped down on his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "No. No brooms for the one-year-old." "Sirius is getting Harry one! How will Neville be good at Quidditch if he doesn't even get a head start?" "Because--- it--- because--- because I like this." Alice had originally planned to point out the first half-decent gift that her eyes laid on. But it just so happened that she found the gift she had been waiting for all day, the gift of all gifts: a farm. "Bullshit," Frank automatically responded once Alice bounded back to where they were standing, mini farm in hand. It was perfect, it was beyond perfect! What one year old wouldn't want a gift that was a lifelike farmhouse, down to moving animals that mooed, neighed and were hexed so that they couldn't be eaten? It was all the fun of being a farmer, without having to worry about crops failing or spending money! "It is not, I'm serious," Alice stated, her face turning hard for a second. "Well, I don't like it." "Well I do." They stared at each other briefly in silence, knowing exactly where this was going and neither wanting to go there. "Fine, I'll play you for it," Frank finally suggesting, gesturing behind her at an exploding-snaps display. "I win, we get the broom. You win, we get that." Alice thought briefly for a moment, looking down at the box in her hands for a second. Was this worth potentially burning off her eyebrows or creating a loud explosion in a small store? Yep. "You're on!" • • • Vinny & Gleny→ VINLY [?]  
→ 1/1/59 + 5/22/60
→ TWOGrasping tightly onto Tristan with one hand, and holding Olivia on her hip with the other, Glenda waited patiently with her children for her husband to exit the back entrance of the stadium. It was late, and practice had long ended, but they didn't mind waiting for Vinny. The family had a long standing tradition, going all the way back before they were a family, to always take a mini three-day vacation starting new year's day to an undisclosed location previously chosen. It didn't make much sense, and their employers didn't appreciate it, but it had become something that they always did, so everyone else just worked their schedules around it. This year, though, was slightly different: everyone had decide that Tristan should be the one to choose where to go, since this was his last trip before becoming a student. At where was still debatable, since it had become a heated topic at home. But since he was planning it, that automatically meant that all of them knew, even Olivia, where the final destination was, but that didn't stop them from pretending like they didn't. Where was the fun in that? "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy--- daddy!" Olivia began to jump in her mother's arms once footsteps could be heard: she had been doing this for the past ten minutes to every single person that had walked out. Tristan, growing tired of this charade, dropped away his mother's hand (she always insisted) to skit toward the door and sneak a peak. Olivia wiggled uncontrollably in her mother's arms, reaching for her father so much that Glenda had no choice but to hand their daughter to him. Vinny dropped the bags over his shoulders to the ground, and took the girl with open arms. "Birthday!" she squealed, launching her hands onto his face, taking particular interest in his nose and eyes. Vinny laughed, taking his time to pull off his daughter's hands from his face. "Where are we going now?" he addressed Tristan, causing the whole family to look down at him inquisitively. Tristan put on a knowing look, while a smile tugged at his face. "You'll have to wait and see," he answered mysteriously, earning an intrigued 'ahh' sound from his stepfather. "Cody Cape!" Olivia shrieked, causing Glenda to give a quiet gasp. But before she could respond, Tristan interrupted her. " Olivia!" Glenda stoked her son's head in an attempt to calm him down, though it was no avail. "We still don't know where in Cape Cod, remember?" she spoke in such a relaxed tone, for a second it seemed like her son had been lulled into believing her. It was obvious that he hadn't when he looked back up at his sister, and stuck his tongue out at her in revenge. "I guess," Tristan muttered darkly, putting his hand out palm first toward his mother. She looked at him curiously for a moment, then quickly pulled an extremely large rock out of her robe pocket and placed it on his palm. "You have to be touching it." Both Vinny and Glenda smiled, and said nothing as they followed their sons instructions. The fact that they both knew exactly where they were going and how to use a portkey wasn't really necessary to voice. • • • Will & Anneliese→ JUGSONS  
→ 8/31/60 + 9/2/60
→ THREEOohhh, this was bad, they were being bad. It had all started just so randomly suggestive, with one thing leading to another and now Anneliese found herself pinned up against the wall trying desperately to shimmy off her skirt, though it was becoming quickly evident Will was just going to not bother and work around it. He was ridiculously irresistible, if you asked her. And hot. And amazing, he was amazing--- But despite how intensely invested Will and Anneliese were then in each other (intense was another word that lacked true meaning here, but she wouldn't even attempt to focus on that), Anneliese still found herself searching for a truer word. Risqué? They were in a public place: a random room in the stable, to be exact. Indecent? She had already clawed off Will's shirt, not to mention the noises they were making were not children friendly. Saucy? Though it was very possible they were in the process of making a child right now. Raunchy. He was making her moan ridiculously loud. Erotic--- ew. Too slutty. ---why was she doing this again? The annoyance of not finding the right word quickly disappeared as she greedily raked her hands along his bare chest, pressing her head back as his mouth trailed down her body from her neck. Suddenly, it came to her. Dirty. They were being dirty, and Anneliese was loving every second of it. Honestly, it wasn't her fault, she was a writer. That's what she did. Besides her husband. A loud gasp escaped her in placement of what had intended to be an extremely less violent reaction, a giggle, but just at that moment Anneliese felt Will's hand advance up under her skirt and--- ohhh. If she wasn't already so flushed, Anneliese would have blushed so deeply that her face would have matched the brick floor. "Will---" she strained, moving to drag his hand away. They were dirty, but not that dirty. In public, at least. He looked down at her with nothing less of an impish grin on his face, but eventually did retreat his hand. "Don't you want your present?" He responded in such a throaty sound as he spoke that it instantly made Anneliese want to push herself onto him even more. At this point it wasn't humanly possibly, though she could try. Despite how her body screamed that it couldn't wait another second, her mouth was taking one hell of a time to respond. Finally though, it did, and she even managed to wrap both her hands around the back of his head. "--- Yes." They were about to get much dirtier. • • • Caradoc & Emmeline→ lol  
→ 10/26/58 + 11/11/60
→ FOUR"What are you getting your mum for her birthday?" "What're you getting Mum for her birthday?" Caradoc sighed as Andrew immediately reflected his question into the very one he had been trying to answer all week. After a few years, it was hard to keep on topping the--- unique gifts he had given to Emmeline in the past. That, or, more likely, everything in America just sucked. Caradoc liked that excuse better. "I'm asking you," he replied to his ten year-old son, earning himself a disgruntled face, but only for a second. "Yeah, so am I," Andrew responded, a smirk now apparent. Caradoc leaned forward on the kitchen table further, pressing his hand into his eyes with slight irration. Holy shit, was he this annoying at this age? After a moment's thought, Caradoc decided he had been worse, and therefore held his tongue. "Well do you have any ideas?" "Maybe." "So that means no." "Hey!" Andrew sat up straighter, looking vandalized at his father, which only made Caradoc stare at him harder. "Well, yeah, actually," Andrew responded, deciding it would be just easier to give up the act, and went back to his slouched position in his chair. Caradoc sighed, finding that in the gift-giving category his son had come up just as fruitless as he had. He supposed he could take a look into Emmeline's mind to see if she had been thinking about anything in particular lately, but he hadn't done that in years... not to mention that would earn him sleeping on the couch for a month. The two of them, Andrew and Caradoc, sat in silence for a good amount of time, neither breaking it until the former finally spoke. "You would think that there would be something in this city that is good enough to give her..." Andrew started, his hand also going to his forehead to create in a mock-thinking pose. "Give me what?" Emmeline's voice rang from the door, and both father and son froze with the exact same look on their faces as she strolled into the room. "Nothing," Caradoc eased quickly, recovering much swifter than his son. But unfortunately for them, she had been listening for quite a while, and knew exactly what 'nothing' was supposed to hide. "You don't have to get me anything for my birthday, Andrew," Emmeline replied sweetly to her son, waving toward his general direction as she walked by. Caradoc, however, received a completely different response: a hard glare formed on her face as she forced eye contact with him. Awesome. Emmeline left the room just as quickly as she had entered, and both Andrew and Caradoc waited until they were absolutley sure they were out of hearing range to respond. "Oh great," they sighed together, feeling the pressure of finding two perfect gifts even more burdensome than before. • • • Sebastian & Mackenzie→ GOLDSTEINS  
→ 4/24/59 + 12/18/58
→ FIVEThey were supposed to be doing their prefect rounds, and it was highly in appropiate, but Mackenzie couldn't just not give Sebastian his birthday gift. She had bought weeks ago during break, it would be a waste if she kept it for herself, not to mention selfish. "I wanted to give you this," Mackenzie said in a quiet tone, barely able to keep eye contact with Sebastian as she handed him a neatly wrapped gift, bow included. He took it as obliged, but didn't say a word while doing so. "It's a vintage camera, since you said you like to take pictures" she replied eagerly, unable to wait for him to even take the bow off to tell him what was inside. "I saw it in the widow of this shop, and thought of you..." Ohh, that really wasn't appropriate. She was dating someone! Technically speaking, Rabastan Lestrange, but everytime she thought of him, a shiver went down her back. Your boyfriend was most definitely not supposed to make you feel like that, right? So.... But Sebastian didn't make her feel like that. He made her feel warm, happy, on certain occasions very hot, but most importantly safe. Safer than anyone else she knew. Honestly, it felt like out of everyone in the world, she could trust him the most. At those thoughts, Mackenzie blushed, and quickly turned away to look down a side corridor, feigning hearing a noise. When she turned back, Sebastian still hadn't spoken, clear shock etched all over his face. She would take that as a good sign leaning toward that he had liked it. "Happy birthday," Mackenzie supplied gently, hoping her voice would wake him out of the trace she had obviously put him in. But when that didn't work, an obvious plan B came to mind, and she decided that it needed to be put into effect immediately. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his wrists for balance so she could place a controlled kiss on his cheek. She was allowed to do that, it was only a kiss on the cheek. His skin felt welcomingly hot, and for a few moments, Mackenzie felt the desire to linger longer. One of their breathing, it was impossible to tell whose, began to speed up, and she could swear that he could hear her heart beating loudly. Somehow, she was able to pull away, though for a second she could have sworn she saw him twitch to pull her back close. Half of her wished that he had, but Mackenzie smothered that emotion down quickly as to not ruin their moment. "Happy birthday..." Sebastian whispered in a trace-like tone, his lips barely moving as his eyes continued to look glazed over. Him looking like this really shouldn't make her this happy, but it did, she wasn't going to deny it tonight; that's what birthdays were for, weren't they? She smiled at him, beyond thrilled. Happily, Mackenzie walked away, briskly moving down the hall with her hands fluttering at her sides. He would catch up to her eventually. • • • Ralph & Miranda→ MIRALPH  
→ 8/9/61 + 8/3/61
→ SIXThis. Was. Amazing. And also astonishing that she hadn't died of a heart-attack yet. Miranda's heart had been pumping overdrive all day, ever since yesterday actually, not even stopping for sleep. And why, might you ask? Because she was in New York City. The States! And where in New York City? Broadway, of course. At that very moment, Miranda was walking up the stairs in Brooks Atkinson Theatre toward their seats to watch a true showing of none other than the original Grease. Well not with the original cast obviously, but! Miranda had no idea how Ralph pulled this off, and she had no intention of asking how. It would ruin her moment, not to mention the whole weekend that was her birthday. She was completely content with believing the excuse he had given her about money just falling out of the sky. At the thought of him, Miranda looked up at Ralph as they walked. She snuggled as close as possible to Ralph's arm as she could, finding joy in wrapping her arms around his single one. He looked dashing in his muggle clothes, despite how strange their dress-up wear was. Ralph glanced down at her with a smile, and her body gave a quick shake of excitement as they approached their seats. Which were very close to the stage, mind you. "Are you cold?" Ralph asked beside her, watching as she quivered in her seat. This. Was. Amazing. She wasn't cold, of course, but asked for his jacket anyway. Actually, she felt overheated, but that had to die eventually, right? Then the cold sweats would come, which was what the jacket was for. Miranda smiled at him blissfully, wasting no time to shove her hands into the coat's pockets. And as soon as she did, her hand hit a box-like object at the bottom of the left pocket. It wasn't the fact that Ralph had been carrying something around all day that shocked her: it was that this object felt like velvet. It was velvet and round shaped. Like the kinds of things you put jewelry in. Miranda couldn't help herself. As soon as Ralph turned the other way, she quickly peaked at what Ralph had considered so important to bring everywhere with him. Her heart stopped at the sight of a diamond ring nestled in the center of the box. He was going to propose? She was finally going to become Mrs. Frobisher! After all her hinting! And waiting. Oh, she knew there was a reason why she loved him so much--- where was he going to do it! When? Here? Miranda could barely contain herself as she shook in her seat (thankfully, that could be concealed by her 'being cold'). This. Was. Amazing. But just as she was about to turn to Ralph, the lights went out. For a few seconds, Miranda found herself very angry, cursing out the Broadway gods for choosing this exact moment to start the show. But once the curtain opened, and she saw all of actors standing on stage--- well, her anger ebbed into another emotion so beyond bliss, she couldn't even describe it. Ralph was planned to propose to her. Maybe she could wait a few more hours for him to do it his way. He had gone through all the trouble to bring her out here, make it perfect. It was the least she could do, she supposed. • • • Noah & Odette→ MACBOOT  
→ 7/4/57 + 8/22/56
→ SEVEN"What's this?" "It's your birthday. That's your present." "Oh," Odette strained, slightly perplexed at the neatly wrapped box in her hands. They did... presents? Not that-- technically she had given him sex and a lot of alcohol for his birthday (inside his locked flat, no need to recreate another 'Poseidon' experience), so that did count, but. Well. She hadn't really been expecting anything, honestly. Actually, she never did, and Odette found that every time she was slightly shocked people gave her things under the pretense of a birthday. Maybe it was because she was so use to people just giving her free stuff every other day. Yes, that probably ruined the whole excitement experience of birthdays. "Did Terry pick this out?" Odette made a dramatically ridiculous smile as her head bent backwards over the couch to look at the child's door. It was late, and she knew that he wasn't even here, but that didn't stop her from including him. With sly eyes she returned her gaze to Noah, who let out a short laugh. "Maybe," he responded in a nonchalant tone, giving an unconcerned shoulder shrug. "Open it," Noah urged a few seconds later, inclining his chin toward the box in her hands. She would--- rather not. Right now. Tomorrow morning was better for her. Odette looked down at the gift in her hands again, letting herself play with the wrapping for a few seconds. Just as it looked like she was about to open it, Odette stood up quickly and placed herself in front of Noah, his gift still in her hands. "I want to have a lot of sex for my birthday," she declared, nodding her head slightly as she leaned in closer to him. She looked at him hopefully: obviously it wasn't all that, there was some seducing going on as well. "Starting right now," Odette informed in a much softer tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing the box out of sight. Noah stayed quiet for a few minutes, staring at her face so intensely that Odette feared her plan hadn't worked, and he was just plain offended. "We can do that," Noah responded finally as he nodded slowly, smugness evident all over his face. This made Odette smile even wider, and only gave herself just enough time to toss the gift back on the couch over his shoulder before he promptly began to straddle her across the room toward the bedroom door. Yay.  |
