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princess serenity, hbic. ([info]mikipinku) wrote,
@ 2011-07-22 01:00:00


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Entry tags:character: ian bell, sort: 25 flavors, type: meme

25 flavors . ian bell




ian k. bell;

happy
angry
sad
concerned
scared
crying
giddy
crush
muggle
innocent
betrayed
baby
best friend
focused
traumatized
wary
drunk
flustered
bitchy
maternal love
hogwarts
love
family
p.y.o.
p.y.o.



12;     baby      

"Heeeey there, Mini Me."

Ian forced himself to smile down at the squirming, screaming bundle in his arms, though he figured the tired and bloodshot eyes he knew were there probably told the story well enough on their own--well, if babies barely a week old could pick up on that kind of stuff, that was. With a sigh, he fell back into the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery and began to move it back and forth halfheartedly. Little Ian--wasn't that something, that Liz had wanted to name the kid after him?--began to settle down with the calming movements, and his father couldn't help but sigh a little in relief. At least this was an easy one.

This had been murder since they had gotten home. Liz had had a tough pregnancy with this one, what with all of her friends dropping off or being tortured, and even though the war was over and it had been months, the effects were as profound as ever.

The healers called it postpartum depression, but whatever it was, it had her pretty messed up. They said it would pass, but it would be rough, and hell was it ever. There had been very few times since Ian Kade had come home that she'd actually wanted to hold him or take care of him, much less get up in the middle of the night to rock him back to sleep. So Ian was on full daddy duty, and between that and the Quidditch season, it had him worn down. This needed to pass, and soon, or he didn't know what they were going to do.

Once the baby was drifting off to sleep in his arms, Ian got up and walked back over to the crib, setting him down as gently as he could manage on the blankets. He hesitated for a moment, but then reached down and brushed against the infant's soft hair with the back of his hand. "Now no more tonight, you hear me?" he whispered. "We've gotta take it easy, until Mummy's feeling better."

Leaning over the edge, he placed a kiss on Ian's temple and turned to leave. He closed the door and leaned his back up against it for a moment, running his hands over his face, before heading back to the cold bed that he knew awaited him.

She had to get better soon. She had to.



18;     flustered      

"ELSPETH KENNEDY BELL, I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO PIECES WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"

The 19-year-old's cry was heard throughout the house, following the giggles of his little sister as she raced down the stairs, trying to evade his grasp. In her hand she held a copy of the Tattler, a copy which just so happened to have a very large spread about him, detailing right down to the most ridiculous lies the events of the somewhat dubious party at which he'd been caught the night before. Generally, he didn't care what was out there about him, got a good laugh out of it most of the time, but somehow every time it was Ellie throwing it in his face or Ellie bombarding him with questions or Ellie teasing him about things, he just couldn't help but get riled up. And now here he was, chasing her across their parents' living room like they were a couple of little kids.

"Ian, that's a horrible thing to say to your sister," Isla Bell commented, ignoring her daughter as she took a leap over the back of the couch she and her husband were sitting on. When Ian, however, attempted to execute the same maneuver, his father held out an arm, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

With an 'oomph' sound, he stumbled back, and Ellie grinned deviously at him from the other side of the couch for a split second before sticking her tongue out and racing off again, into the kitchen, through the dining room--Ian went to move around the couch and his parents, but just as he did, each simultaneously stuck a leg out to connect with the coffee table behind him, creating a low gate for him to trip over if he tried to move.

Ian turned back to his parents, eyes wide, face red. "WHAT!? YOU'RE LETTING HER GET AWAY! YOU'RE--I---SHE'S--"

"--your sister, Ian," Euan answered with a smile. "Be nice."

Ian yelled in frustration and clamped his fingers around locks of his short hair, wanting to pull it out. He should have been an only child.





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