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171. - 182. Veleena and the kids go for a picnic!
- 100…200? sketch project/commission (http://godzilla23.deviantart.com/journal/41681057/)
i might confuse alot of people if i listed everyone’s names HAHA so i won’t. Veleena is the lady in the middle and along with her are kids from various harry potter series parents such as malfoy, potter, etc. i think this is the biggest group picture i’ve done HAHAHAHA
It’s finally finished! Thank you sooo much Godzilla23 for drawing it!
We’ve got Vel, the potter babies, the lupin babies, and the malfoy babies! And of course Vel’s baby boy <3. I LOVE IT!
I think I’m going to take a break from HP for a while. My mind is elsewhere right now and I just can’t seem to catch my muse for it. Muse = greased up deaf guy (Family Guy Reference). It might be another week, maybe two. I’m not sure. But I know I’ve lost all desire to RP it at all. But I think I’m just burnt out and need a break. I’ll re-watch the movies soon and that should re-inspire me. Until then, I’ll still be running the group but if you need anything, just catch me on skype or aim.
“What are you doing!” “Eating.” Veleena ignored the perturbed expression that instantly found her boyfriend’s face as she stole the plate he was currently dining from. “Averus! I kept these locked up for a reason. So no dust or dirt would get on them and certainly not FOOD.” “Yes perhaps if you took as much care with the rest of your dining ware I wouldn’t have had to use it.” “The rest of my dining ware is fine! Everything is clean! Ugh, you ruined it!” “Veleena it is-” “RUINED!” His narrowed eyes were met with an equally fierce glare on her part as she dropped the plate back in front of him. He might as well finish now. “It was the one thing my grandmother gave me that I actually liked. I’m going to go get dressed and go to Diagon Alley to see if anyone has something that can clean something that was hand painted without fading or chipping it.” She ignored his eye rolling sigh as she stomped down the hallway to get dressed, shouting all the way “Rinse it off when you’re done, don’t soak it, tell Cookie not to touch it and don’t you dare try to clean it yourself!”
But by the time she arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, her own stomach was beginning to rumble. She’d been so cross with him she hadn’t even bothered to notice she left without eating breakfast herself. Some days he just managed to cause her so much grief over the simplest of things. Well there was nothing to be done about it now, she’d just have to eat here. Come to think of it, she was almost certain she never had… She’d visited the inn a few times for drinks after work, but never had an actual meal. Did they serve food? Surely they did. Approaching the bar, she caught the attention of the tender “Excuse me, do you happen to serve french toast?” “No.” “…Oh. Um…eggs benedi-” “Nope.” “What about-” “Look Miss, we got eggs. And we got sausage. Take it or leave it.” “…Yes, that’s fine. Could I at least get my eggs ov-” “Scrambled it is.”
Looking more than a bit put out, Veleena made her way over to a table, sitting down with a heavily exhaled sigh. A waitress brought her a cup of tea shortly after, which after one taste had Veleena nearly pouring a jar of honey into it. She wasn’t really sure if she’d been with Averus too long, allowing him to tote her around to all the finest restaurants in Europe because he refused to eat anywhere else and thus turning her too into a food snob, of it this tea really was just awful…
Belladonna had picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet which had been left behind from yesterday and began flicking through it lazily, stopping occasionally to read certain articles, laughing quietly to herself as she read the ridiculousness of one of Rita Skeeter’s articles, how that woman managed to maintain her career as a journalist puzzled her beyond belief. She couldn’t help but overhear the convocation between a young woman around her age and the tender and she pressed her lips together tightly to hold back her urge to laugh.
She watched the woman from the corner of her eye as she sat down at one of the tables nearby and she leant over her chair slightly, turning attention to the girl “don’t feel too disheartened” she whispered “he’s always quite abrupt in the mornings” she assured her, before sitting straight again. She brushed the creases from her shirt and folded the Daily Prophet in half and looked toward the young woman again.
She cleared her throat quietly and placed her hands in her lap “what brings you here?” she asked, arching a brow, probably seeming quite nosey though that was not her intention, she merely wanted to start a convocation having been pretty much isolated from the world, except for when she was a work, but even then she barely spoke to anyone besides Mr Weasley.
“Oh! I’m sorry. If my expression looked a bit sour it wasn’t really because of him… Though this tea is enough to make anyone frown…” She pushed the teacup away as it scratched along the worn wood of the tabletop. For the most part, the pub portion of the end was scarce of any life aside from the two young women. It seemed perfectly natural to have a conversation strike up, but that was Veleena’s nature. While she was rarely one to start, she’d carry on with just about anyone. “I had to come out to try to find a special cleaner. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to. My significant other isn’t always the most considerate. He decided he’d use my grandmother’s hand painted china for breakfast.”
“Which I was in such a hurry I didn’t eat breakfast at home which leads me…” The plate of food was placed in front of her as she sighed a thank you “…here.” She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t had breakfast that she’d cooked herself. It wasn’t even so much now that she was frowning at her plate as she looked genuinely sad. “He could have at least made a smiley face…” She took a fork and arranged the food into precisely that, an awkward looking happy face which seemed to make it more reasonable to her. “What about you? Oh, I must sound like some sort of food critic. Is this where you normally eat breakfast?” She didn’t want to insult her by basically implying that her own taste was terrible. She hadn’t even tasted it after all, it could be surprisingly good, albeit plain.
It was a chilly winter’s morning, beyond the clouds the sun hid, longing to show itself but the low hanging clouds blocked it at every turn. The bleak atmosphere and the icy draft, which drifted through the crack in the old wooden door to her room was not something that motivated Belladonna in her struggle to get out of bed. She had been staying at the Leaky Cauldron for a little more than a week since she moved out of home, though she was hoping to find a more suitable place to stay, she couldn’t afford to stay anywhere else.
She was woken by a loud purring which rang through her ear, Bella groaned and rolled onto her side only to be greeted by the seemingly innocent face of her tabby cat Demeter. Her brows knitted together in annoyance and a small sigh escaped her lips “ok, ok, I’m up!” she announced, throwing back her covers. She forced herself out of bed and went to get changed, throwing on an old purple sweater, which her mother had knitted her and a pair of washed out jeans which bore rips in the cuffs, no doubt Demeter’s doing. She studied her reflection in a slightly cracked mirror, which was situated on a nearby chest of draws and pulled, out her wand, and with a flick of her wrist her hair was set in a messy, yet stylish bun.
She laughed quietly to herself as she took one last glance at her reflection before leaving the room; she looked so average in her plain muggle clothes, it was a strangely nice change. “Demeter be good, ok?” she pleaded before exiting her room. She headed down the corridor until she reached a set of rickety stairs and followed them down, each one creaking quietly under her weight. As she entered the pub, she was greeted by Tom, the landlord who was briskly cleaning the marble floor “Morning Tom!” she greeted him cheerfully despite her lack of energy and she went to take a seat at one of the nearby tables.
“What are you doing!” “Eating.” Veleena ignored the perturbed expression that instantly found her boyfriend’s face as she stole the plate he was currently dining from. “Averus! I kept these locked up for a reason. So no dust or dirt would get on them and certainly not FOOD.” “Yes perhaps if you took as much care with the rest of your dining ware I wouldn’t have had to use it.” “The rest of my dining ware is fine! Everything is clean! Ugh, you ruined it!” “Veleena it is-” “RUINED!” His narrowed eyes were met with an equally fierce glare on her part as she dropped the plate back in front of him. He might as well finish now. “It was the one thing my grandmother gave me that I actually liked. I’m going to go get dressed and go to Diagon Alley to see if anyone has something that can clean something that was hand painted without fading or chipping it.” She ignored his eye rolling sigh as she stomped down the hallway to get dressed, shouting all the way “Rinse it off when you’re done, don’t soak it, tell Cookie not to touch it and don’t you dare try to clean it yourself!”
But by the time she arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, her own stomach was beginning to rumble. She’d been so cross with him she hadn’t even bothered to notice she left without eating breakfast herself. Some days he just managed to cause her so much grief over the simplest of things. Well there was nothing to be done about it now, she’d just have to eat here. Come to think of it, she was almost certain she never had… She’d visited the inn a few times for drinks after work, but never had an actual meal. Did they serve food? Surely they did. Approaching the bar, she caught the attention of the tender “Excuse me, do you happen to serve french toast?” “No.” “…Oh. Um…eggs benedi-” “Nope.” “What about-” “Look Miss, we got eggs. And we got sausage. Take it or leave it.” “…Yes, that’s fine. Could I at least get my eggs ov-” “Scrambled it is.”
Looking more than a bit put out, Veleena made her way over to a table, sitting down with a heavily exhaled sigh. A waitress brought her a cup of tea shortly after, which after one taste had Veleena nearly pouring a jar of honey into it. She wasn’t really sure if she’d been with Averus too long, allowing him to tote her around to all the finest restaurants in Europe because he refused to eat anywhere else and thus turning her too into a food snob, of it this tea really was just awful…
all three of my favorite artists aren’t taking commissions so I’ll just have to draw it myself and leave it uncolored (cause i suck at coloring).
It’ll be Vel with all of the kids, which will be a grand total of 11 (it actually should be more than that but since our George and future Fred haven’t thought that far ahead for their characters, it’ll just be: Alstair (vel’s), James, Albus and Lily (Harry/Gin), Scorpius, Caelum and Persephone (Draco/Mione), Teddy, Johny and Liv (Dora/Remus) and Averan (Luca/Vienna). S’lot a kids.
Hahaha, wonderful. I can’t wait.
That…that sounds wonderful! I’d love to!
