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She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine who, if her father had not remarried would be the master of the mansion.
After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.
“Someday, I will find my happiness.” She whispered to herself in a weak attempt to cheer herself up, she found herself sitting down on the pavement removing a shoe to see the damage on her feet. It was worse than she imagined. And she sighed. “When will kindness repay me, mother?” She whispered to herself, surprised to see a butterfly landing before her. She decided to dry her tears and put back her shoes but got started to see she no longer was alone.
“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.
Her heart broke for the young girl before her. She could see the pain she was in and it took all her will not to audibly gasp when she saw the damage to her feet.
“No need to apologize sweetie” she said approaching her and taking a seat next to her. “I have some things that will help with the pain and the healing with the wounds if you’d like them.” Persephone offered “Don’t worry, they’re herbal remedies” she added to reassure her.
“I couldn’t leave you like this, it’s not in my nature”
A soft smile came on her lips as she noticed the woman’s concern. She wasn’t used any longer to have people worry about her. Not with the abuse she faced at home, and the tiredness that came from working each and every day. She tried to smile through the pain, as she did every day. But the sudden kindness really made her eyes sting, and she had to swallow to get rid of the choking feeling that had built up in her throat.
“I’m glad someone as kind as you blessed my day.” She could genuinely chuckle and smile now. And felt genuinely happy at the moment. “It’s been a long one.” And more work awaited her when she got home. She hoped she could manage her chores without fainting, if that were to happen she wouldn’t know how severe her punishment would be. Perhaps it would be better to rest a tiny bit, and brace the punishment for being late.
Yet, a part of her wondered. How long until she would be free?
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teddy bear dreams | cambie & percy
@persevans:
[Percy is happy it’s finally turning to spring. That winter felt like a lifetime and she was more than willing to put it all behind her. She hopes that as the ice melts and the world gets a little warmer that the people around the Colony will get a little cheerier. She hopes that being able to go outside without feeling like your fingertips were going to fall off would help make things feel less tense. She could at least hope, yeah?
As she walks into the Delma common room, she can’t help but smile as she sees Cambie decorating the walls with children’s drawings. And the more she looks around, the more wonderful things she sees that Cambie has done. And it’s all wonderful. She honestly is so glad to be in Delma. Life would definitely be a lot bleaker if she had a different head of house.]
It looks amazing, [she says, matching the smile.] We really do, these are lovely. [Percy admires the works of art, feeling some sort of hope in her to see these bright and colorful drawings that the children have made. To see that they still have that whimsical charm that all little kid drawings have always had.] I think this is a wonderful thing. To hang their art like this. It makes it feel so nice in here. And I’m sure the kids will love to see this.
[Percy looks around at all the work Cambie has done so far.] It looks like you’ve had a busy day so far; is there anything left I can help you with?
[Cambie is always a little cautious around the NWRF, for obvious reasons. And Percy is someone she is actually more mindful of, purely because she seems to be regarded as one of the ‘nice’ ones. She’s always got a kind word to share, always a friendly smile. Cambie knows how easily won over she is, as Charlie proves, and she’s just wary of making too many friends in the NWRF. Percy is definitely the sort of person Cambie could easily be friends with, and that worries her.
It’s a very layered issue, because she knows what her dad would say: that everyone deserves a chance, that love always wins, that kindness is everything. It’s a sentiment she generally agrees with, but she is also of the opinion that if you’re silent in the face of oppression then you’re on the side of the oppressors. A kind of all-cops-are-bastards mentality. Percy may be a perfectly nice person in so many ways, but in the end she’s a Reformist.
These thoughts are all vaguely present in Cambie’s subconscious, but she’s also in a good mood today. Not the sort of mood that inclines her to fret. She’d woken up with Mitch, and the air is fresh and clean, and the common room looks bright, so at the forefront of her mind is not the fact that Percy is a Reformist, it’s the fact that she seems just as pleased as Cambie at the drawings on the wall and a sweet smile that is easily mirrored.]
Oh, I hope they like it! [She remembers how excited she’d always been as a kid when her dad would put her drawings up on the fridge, or sometimes on the walls in the diner. It had always felt so validating.] I think I’m just about done, actually, but I’m totally open to input if you have any other inspiration. It’s not like this is a formal thing, I just like to spruce the place up a bit when the seasons change. I’d totally love for other people to pitch in with the decor in here, but I’m not sure if anyone else actually... cares. [Cambie laughs. She’s aware that she’s one of the most enthusiastic Delmas in many ways, and she’s happy to lean into it.]
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Who: Persephone & Aiden
Where: Her Flower Shoppe
Aiden found something about the small flower shop in town so relaxing. He couldn’t manage to keep a plant alive to save his life, never had been able to, but he still enjoyed the ambiance they brought, especially to his office. That was a big part of the reason a monthly trip to the place had become a regular occurrence. It also maybe had something to do with the owner too, she always seemed to be in good spirits, and while he wondered how that was possible, he found himself drawn to it all the same.
Walking in, he removed the high-end sun glasses, hanging them temporarily from the breast pocket of his perfectly tailored suite. “At this point I’m starting to think my receptionist is neglecting the flowers in my office out of spite,” he half joked when he came across the familiar red head. “Anything new in bloom?”
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where: the Inner Eye
who: Ambrose Kennedy and Persephone Pembroke ( @cosmiicchiild )
Business. Pleasure. There was absolutely no reason that he couldn’t do both in his travel. The day called for the latter. Ambrose didn’t find that it was too much of a burden though. All he wanted to do was check out buildings in Diagon Alley that he might consider purchasing. Just to finally get his foot in the busiest wizarding hub in London. A quaint building caught his eye, one with what looked like a shop for divination enthusiasts. Finding the shop to be open, he pushed the door and slipped inside, before looking around. He pulled out a stick of cigarette from its box and began to smoke inside.
#persephone001#persephone ( lay in the atmosphere ) || connections#persephone ( a casual affair ) || interaction
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where: Damocle’s laboratory and office
who: Damocles Belby and Persephone Pembroke ( @cosmiicchiild )
There’s a common misconception of common wizardfolk about potion inventors such as Damocles. A lot of people simply assumed that to create something, all they had to do was try out various mixtures and procedures, as if they were just mixing and matching ingredients together, hoping to get lucky. What people rarely get right is that it also includes hours and hours of research as well as documenting everything on paper for future records.
Damocles decided that’s what he's going to do for the day. First, he needed to collect all the tiny scraps of parchment he had written his notes on. Most of them were scattered on the desk but one or two always managed to drift on the floor and slip underneath his table. After a quick sweep of his lab, Damocles was finally ready to collate his notes when he heard a knock at the door downstairs. Unlike other establishments in Diagon Alley, Damocles’ place doesn’t have any real products to sell so he was curious who it was dropping buy. Damocles walked downstairs to the door and was met with the person who owned the shop whom his place shared a wall with. “Persephone!” He greeted, ever so politely. “What brings you here?”
#persephone ( hell is other people ) || connections#persephone ( judge a man not by how he treats his equals but by how he treats his inferiors ) || interaction#persephone001
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Who: Aiden + Persephone
Where: Elysium Resort & Spa
Verse: Myth
@jaymewritesstuff
Aiden had an event coming up at the resort. Valentine’s was always a busy time for the resort. He wasn’t sure how, but he managed to talk Persephone into coming down to the resort personally to curate his florals. He wanted to host an event, and had grandiose plans of decorating the ballroom in elegant florals. An idea that’s execution was far out of his own skill set, but hopefully not Persephone’s. Even if it wasn’t she could or wanted to do though, hopefully she’d at least enjoy the resort while there.
Grinning he walked into the grand entry hall, nodding at a few of his regular clients with looser budgets, on his way to greet her. “Welcome to Elysium. Have you been before?”
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