trophy @ 2008-10-02T21:12:00

2008-10-02T01:14:54Z

I'M PREGNANT!

trophy @ 2008-07-24T21:34:00

2008-07-25T01:41:10Z

A person of substantial success does not come by their position without having found a way to face their obstacles as though they were little more than bumps in the road of life. Hardly anything should rouse so much panic as panic itself, the embodiment of a severe loss of control over one's own person. There is absolutely no reason for things to turn out wrongly if a person remains calm and views all unpleasant situations as still yet another opportunity to propel themselves higher into what they wish to become or where they ultimately wish to be. Nothing exists, has existed, or will ever exist that cannot be altered from a detrimental thing to a wonderful thing, if only someone knows the correct moves to make. Life is, after all, what you make of it, isn't it?

trophy @ 2008-05-16T21:06:00

2008-05-17T01:14:42Z

After all of this hard work and preparation, the second apothecary is finally about to open. Father reports that it'll be just four weeks until the actual event, as there are still a few things that he and Malcolm need to take care of. The structure itself is marvelous, as I'm sure that all of you can tell from the outside, but the inside is even more magnificent. I chose the color scheme myself, so I can personally assure you that it's all very pleasing to the eye.

I need something special to wear to the grand opening, and at least I can be grateful that I've got four weeks to find something suitable.

trophy @ 2008-04-20T10:41:00

2008-04-20T14:47:56Z

It is so unbelievably depressing this time of year. Rainy, grey skies -- No, not just grey skies. Is it just me or does this entire place look excessively grey? Could anywhere be nearly as dull? I miss blue skies and the warm sun, where has all of that gone off to? My guess is probably somewhere far more interesting than where I'm currently located. I do believe that is time for a vacation. Perhaps I might even miss home once I'm gone, though I wouldn't dare hold my breath on that. Quite honestly, I really don't care much where I go off to, as long as the sun shines bright and I don't need to dodge puddles wherever I go.

Pulling Malcolm away from his work would be unfair, and so I am opening an invitation for someone else to accompany me. I could surely use some fresh ideas, anyway. Malcolm is only ever interested in visiting all of the same places over and over again and it does get tiresome. It's more than high time for someplace new.

trophy @ 2008-04-19T23:41:00

2008-04-20T03:46:15Z

Full name: Abigail Olette Bobbin
Age: 19.
Gender: Female
Blood (half, pure, etc.): Pure.
Sexual orientation: Straight.
Background and Past: Born to a high class family in Northshire, Scotland, there was never a day in her life that Abigail did not have absolutely everything she could possibly want. Her father bowed to her every passing whim and her mother humored her every want and wish. The family lived off of old money, inherited through their lineage and name, but her father, Henry McGregory still insisted on working. It appeared that he was mostly just involved in investing, but there were always whispers that he had his hand in some shadier doings. Still, he was adding to the family name's worth, and no one could really complain. It was rumored that the man bribed politicians by funding their campaigns and footing the bills for their more hush-hush ventures, but nothing had ever really been proven. Her mother, Olette McGregory (formerly Weston), busied herself with the duties of a socialite. Frequent dinner parties and outings on the town were the norm of the family's day-to-day life, and they kept a very busy schedule.

Eventually, it came time for Abigail to begin her schooling. She'd already had quite a head start through tutors assigned to her by her parents, and so she came into the school quite assured of herself. Sorted into Hufflepuff, she quickly made friends and meshed rather well with most of her more civilized peers. Right from the start, she considered classes to be rather easy, and if she DID prove to have any difficulties in any of them, she certainly was not above rewarding a fellow student for taking the work off of her hands for her. Mostly, the years progressed rather uneventfully. She passed her classes with above average marks and went home to her family on the holidays, wherein life would progress as usually as it did there, too.
In her fifth year, she caught the attention of one Malcolm Bobbin, a Ravenclaw in her year. She hardly humored his advances, being that he was nowhere near her own social status, even if he was pure of blood. Malcolm more than excelled in his studies and was rather well known for his intelligence, even if all Abigail noticed was his annoying persistence. Through her daughter's complaints, her mother was inspired to investigate this boy whose interest in her daughter did not fade. She found from various sources that, even if his bank was rather empty, he was a very promising choice. Over the years, Abigail continued to evade his advances, Malcolm pursued tirelessly, and Olette never stopped observing.

By the middle of Abigail's seventh year, Olette had seen enough. She spoke to her daughter of Malcolm's clear potential and demanded that she give him a chance. So, for once, Abigail bent to the will of her mother for a change, and permitted Malcolm his chance. Just a few months after graduating, at Olette's further urgings, Abigail accepted a marriage proposal from Malcolm. In turn, he collected a rather large dowry and the funds to open an apothecary. The store started out small, but before the year was even over, boomed in popularity. At this point, Malcolm is preparing to open a second store.

Appearance: Standing at an even five foot, Abigail's height certainly is nothing to be particularly wowed by. Still, rather than fade into the background as some might suspect with a height so unimpressive, she often resorts to high heels, and even if not, it's still rather difficult to miss her in a crowd. With her, she carries a sort of haughty presence and all but demands the attention of any room she enters with her aloof observation and perfectly done hair and flawlessly applied make up. It's obvious from her appearance that Abigail is excessively vain. There's a difference between being mindful and obsessive, and she most certainly leans further towards obsessive than anything else. Her teeth are an almost unnatural shade of white and every single strand of hair seems to know its exact place, or else.

Abigail dresses in a way that should be conservative, but somehow isn't. Her clothes always cover all of the right places, but for some strange reason, fit her body in a way that suggests nakedness above all else. She's got a penchant for wearing a wry smile, as a default expression, and has a habit of looking incredibly bored if not currently engaged in conversation or an activity. Her eyes are larger than most, and also very blue, a color she proudly plays up consistently with her make up. Abigail is also a devoted fan of expensive jewelry and flaunts her most expensive pieces every chance she gets. Nothing about her appearance frustrates her more than her blatant inability to tan, despite her many efforts. She moves with a certain grace, as though she plans her every movement days in advance, and goes about these movements with a deliberate slowness that conveys that she's got all the time in the world to do whatever she wants and wouldn't rush herself to benefit anyone else.
Personality and Behavior: Abigail was born and raised among people who knew how to play each other like fiddles. To be raised in such an environment and not be a natural at doing the same was impossible. Naturally, she knows all the right things to say and when to say them, and she knows where the buttons are and how to push them. While she regularly won't bother with people that she believes are below her, she manipulates those around her that she sees not so much as equals as she sees them as competition. When inclined to do so, she can play any part she so wishes rather convincingly and pull all of the strings necessary in getting what she wants at any given time. Those in her good graces will regularly refuse to see any bad in Abigail, though those that she has ostracized will truthfully say that it's near impossible to believe anything that comes out of her mouth since she WILL say anything she feels will be the means to her end. Even still, she lies rather despite herself about things that no one really has any business lying about, from the weather to the color of the dress she plans on wearing to the dinner party next week.
Very willingly, she'll play the part of the dumb trophy wife to please her husband and his friends, but she is far more clever than they would realize or care to admit. She shows this in her manipulations of her own husband, and even sometimes, his own friends. Abigail isn't above using her body in order to get what she wants, and oftentimes, will use her body more for recreation than anything else while STILL getting what she wants. If her husband suspects anything, he's never made it known to her, and she believes that she hides it well. Blackmail is yet another thing that she resorts to frequently, normally as a last resort, and it hasn't let her down yet. Her conquests know much better than to betray her to her husband or the general media.
She does, however, have a very small amount of people that she considers herself loyal to in the utmost degree. While she is rarely honest with them about her own life, she takes it upon herself to protect them or help them out of a pickle if they really need it. While she is unfaithful to her husband, she does consider herself loyal to him in the same sense that she considers herself loyal to those few real friends.

Plot ideas for the characters/clubs or activities: I definitely want someone to pick up Malcolm! And I would love for a few past/future affairs and someone to be the secret father of Abigail's daughter, Melinda. Melinda will be born in 1980, so soon! But yeah, she'll never let it be known that anyone could possibly be the father of her daughter besides her husband, though she would possibly tell the real father himself. Just ideas, open to suggestions!

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