Alec smiled at his brother and Pen. He high five Pen. “We did a great job Chef Pen,” he said with a smile as he watched the TV show with his brother and niece, still keeping his eye on the cookies and oven.
Dodger had decided to join them and give Evan that puppy look till he offered his arm out for the pooch to snuggle at his side. He could be just as clingy as Penny and it was adorable. “You know, if it weren’t for the cookies, I might just want to fall asleep just like this.” Speaking to neither of them individually.
“I definitely would not be able to say that with my accent. They would think I’m asking something else completely,” she laughed, setting the toddler on the ground, taking her hand. “I think the worst part is when you’re in another country and you can’t find your hotel. I did that in Paris once and my phone was even confused and I ended up on the other side of the city. It was a terrible way to start the trip.” Thanking him as she took the pretzel, breaking off a tiny piece for the toddler to eat. “How? How did you even walk let alone play a game?” She scrunched her face as she took a piece to eat, shaking her head. “You would have been my nightmare. Seem like the type of person that doesn’t listen to their body until they want to. Bad, bad, bad,” she shook her finger at him in a joking manner, smiling. “I get it though. Kind of like being sick as a parent. You don’t want to worry about yourself when you have someone else to worry about. You didn’t want to worry your team because they needed you,” Via rationed, nodding her head. “Oh. we’re not together. Um, Naomi came from a one night stand. We never dated or anything, but we coparent. I like to think we do pretty well, but always up for discussion.”
“Most exotic place I’ve been is probably Canada so I can’t exactly relate.” He sympathized all the same. A kerfuffle of languages especially in a place you had no clue of any sort of layout must be stressful. An apologetic wince came, then. Hands raised up briefly in a surrender under her light scolding. “Felt that definitely on both fronts. Last year Pen got sick then I caught the cold. It was like I was dying but here I had this tiny little human just feeling so bad I couldn’t not dote on her as much as I could.” A heavy sigh then arose before biting into his treat. “Oh, you’re not? I’m sorry I just assumed...” It sounded rather presumptuous, especially considering his circumstances. “Well, at least she has both parents. Can’t say a part of me doesn’t wish Pen had the same thing... She’s got all the love in the world from me and my family and pretty much everyone she meets, but it’d be nice if she had her mom, too, at least...”
Chloe rolled her eyes at Evan, whacking him lightly on the arm. “Of course you’d think that you doof,” She laughed before propping her elbow up on the table. “I don’t think Pen could ever think you’re a terrible father, you’re essentially a superhero to her. And you can quote me on that.” Chloe smirked. Evan had definitely taken after their father as far as great dads go, and she was happy to see that. Not that she had had any doubts of course. “I say that sounds perfect. I’m thinking gumbo today, and if you like the gumbo we can come back sometime soon and try the jambalaya.”
He let his little sister order just that when the waitress came. Getting himself a beer to drink to help relax him more before taking up conversation again once the woman left. Finger wagging to prove his point. “Ah, but just like Harvey Dent, I could become a villain in her eyes and I refuse. It’ll be a slow process to spare that at any and all costs. I’m already dreading that turn for her teen years.” He cringed, rather unironically. “She’ll want nothing to do with me then and probably beg to live with her cool aunt.”
Taking his hand, the petite woman stood up as she leaned into him. “I know. I mean, I wouldn’t really let you leave me. We’ve been together way too long for you to get rid of me like that,” she shook her finger at him, giving a cheeky smile. “Oh, let’s go to the tower. It’s the perfect weather. We could get food to go and just spend time up there. Once the Quidditch games start, you’ll be busy and I’m taking as much time as possible before them,” she squeezed his hand as she smiled. “I also made a new shirt over the summer to wear to the games. My grandmother forced me to use muggle sewing tools, which took forever, but worth it.”
“All my free time is yours.” He declared, giving her frame a gentle squeeze. Not surprised in the slightest upon hearing her news. Of course she’d made new clothing. “Well, now I have to see it. Preferably on you like a preview so I don’t catch sight of how cute you are out there on the field and get whacked in the head by a bludger or anything.” he joked with a lopsided grin.
“I’ve heard of her. Elvis got into her things by accident. She was nice about it, so at least there’s that,” she gave a small nod to the cat that was staring at her. “Very nosy cat. At least you’re finding younger kids for when you guys graduate. Which I’ll never be ready for you to leave me behind,” Rosie gave a small pout. A smile formed as he spoke, nodding her head. “I could eat. And have some kisses,” she smiled as she rested her hands on his face, pressing her lips against his. “You’re probably starving. Let’s eat. And have some fun, maybe?”
A laugh cackled up. Hand placed to his chest as it did whenever it was genuine before rising to his feet and offering help to his girlfriend. As she joined him, he happily shared in another kiss with her. Taller frame leaning into her touch. “You know I wouldn’t just up and leave you behind.-- Academically, maybe, but not in other senses.” The boy shook his head.Waiting for her to gather up her things then his arm hooked around her once again to walk side by side. Famished. You know how practice always works up the appetite. I’m sure we’ll have digested, too, by the time we get up to the tower or-- You want to walk around on the grounds, instead?” He questioned.
Moving over a little for him to sit, the petite brunette laced her fingers with his as she listened. “Might’ve? You definitely did. It’s okay. You’re talented enough to show off as much as you want. Really? Did you guys see any potential players?” Rosie smiled softly as she looked down at the dress that was slowly forming, giving a shrug. “I don’t know. I feel like it’s missing something and just staring at it isn’t helping. Maybe I just need a break from it and start something different,” she pushed her lips to the side, scrunching her face. “Might scrap it and start over. I learned how to rotate it on the paper though. Then I can see a 360. I can’ do it every time because I’m still learning, but I did it once.”
He gladly slid on next to her. Arm slipping around her waist to pull her closer and blue eyes went from her partially finished creation to the creator itself. “Yeah, this fourth year, Megan. She seems like she’s got some good aggression to be a beater, if we channel it right and there’s a second year who seems pretty agile. If he gains more confidence, he’d be a good chaser.” The boy was far from interested or knowledgeable in the fashion department but he was always eagerly passionate about listening to her process and supporting her. She had talent and he always made sure shew knew it. “I’m sure you’ll get there, babe. How about we get up and walk around? Maybe get a bite to eat. Go o one of our favorite spots. Maybe a kiss or two involved?” He was a young teen after all and sometimes the boy couldn’t help himself.
Being the “it” couple at Hogwarts wasn’t easy, but that didn’t mean that Rosie didn’t love the looks that she got when she was with her boyfriend. Sitting with her legs folded under her with a drawing pad, the petite brunette had a brow furrowed as she worked on a dress that she was hoping to create in the near future. Checking the clock for a moment, a smile formed as she set the pad down, looking over her shoulder to see the familiar face. “Hey you,” she smiled sweetly as she moved to press her lips against his. “How was practice?” @thexkingsley
Evan was coming off the highs of endorphins that he’d worked up along with a sweat that dampened his shirt. He worked and played hard all with a smile on his face that only grew as he spotted his girl perched up in one of her spots. “Hello, beautiful~!” He called out. Handing his broom over to his brother, he walked over to plant a kiss onto the girls tempting lips. “Great as always! I might’ve showed off just a teeny bit since I wanted to get some more air time in, but we’re working with possible recruits to bring to the team, so that’s always fun. And yours?” Referring to the drawing in her lap.
“I really was. I thought that I was being slick, but I really wasn’t,” she pouted, a smile forming through it. “See, you are thinking about it, aren’t you? I know some Arabic, but we spoke Hebrew. I didn’t learn another language in high school since I moved here in high school and they put me in English as a second language class. Which was interesting, to be honest. I was kind of feeling a little too smart for the class because I knew English, but they just put me in the class. It’s always important to know how to say where’s the bathroom in any language. Totally on point.” Via smirked as she nodded. “Yeah. It’s interesting. I never experience the same thing twice. Which is good because I can get bored easily, so the ER is the pace that I like to have. Oh, that sounds horrible. I can only imagine how that would feel and how many hospital visits you had. Sports are a huge part of what I see. Then you have the really out there things that no one would ever believe. Those cases are when I question people’s sanity.” Giving a laugh, she nodded. “It’s terrifying, actually. I see her do something and I just shake my head because I do the same thing. And she loves looking at herself in the mirror which is what I feel like her dad does multiple times a day. Man is as cocky as they come.”
Another chortle arose as he racked hie brain, quickly. “Wo... Wo ist die-- toilette, bitte?” His head cocked as if checking himself to make sure that sounded right. “I think. Pff, something along those lines, anyways. It is a very much needed essential. As long as directions can b gestured since I’d be screwed if they actually tried to give details. No one ever really thinks about that part, do they?” Conversation stalled as they came to the stand and he greeted the older man kindly. asking for a salted pretzel for himself then looked to the girls to see what they might like while fishing out his billfold. Once the exchange was made, he started to resume the topics at hand. “One I played a whole last half on a broken foot.” A guilty smile crept onto his face. “Dislocated God knows how many body parts and broken a few more. We played hard and I was stubborn. I always hated to show I was hurt because I knew the team needed me at least for moral support to be looking okay. That’s not the kind of insanity you’re talking about, though, I’m sure.” Blue eyes squinted a little as his smile grew. “You think? You don’t catch him regularly admiring himself in the bathroom or something? Or is it something he does in secret?” Assuming she was with the man.
“i could be wrong, i just thought that it was all opening around the same time as their food and wine festival” she said with a little shrug “no big deal either way.” Lakyn had caught the glimmer of sadness in his eyes, if only for a second but decided to brush it off, it was clearly something he didn’t want to talk about at the moment. “that’s fun though, it’s always fun to be kept in the loop when you loved the game you know?” she said with a little shrug “oh me? hmm, well, i might be getting a job, finally. it’d be personal assistant for a lady who runs a music studio so, that’s exciting. and we’re also getting into fall so baking season! and i mean, i have a beautiful kitchen now so i’m going to use the crap out of it! maybe become one of those people that take artsy photos of their baking creations” she said with a little laugh.
A soft chortle came and agreeing nod of his head. “No, yeah, it’s pretty great. I got a couple offers to come back, but with Pen and all... She deserves a dedicated parent and more family structure than a dad who’s off playing football all the time. Plus, I don’t want to miss anything with her so this is the next best option.” It was a compromise he was willing to make for his little girl. “So great news all around! If you’re willing, I might outsource you to making Pen’s birthday cake in November.” The man teased. “She has her uncle and I’m sure her granny and.... probably me... to all make her different cakes but the more the merrier, right?”
Chloe stood and gave her brother a big hug, squeezing him tightly. “No really? I’m shocked. I thought you and Penny were attached at the hip forever. With me on the other hip.” Chloe smirked, pulling away from the hug. “Well sometime maybe we’ll have to see if Alec has any good Cajun recipes, and the four of us can have a tasting to see if we can bring Penny to the spicy side.” She nodded to the door, tugging on her purse strap. “Ready for lunch?”
“Chlo, you just put the weird idea of us as a human centipede thing and that might’ve just hindered my appetite.” Nose scrunching through a laugh. Moving to a vacant seat when she parked herself back down. “I’ll wait till she’s a little older. I’d hate for her to cry and think I’m a terrible father.” A true statement more than playful. “Yes! I want some jumbalaya or gumbo. We can get a big one to share. What do you say?”
“Oh, like Pongo and Perdita from 101 Dalmatians? That’s adorable.” Valerie coos a bit at the imagery. It is a bit funny to imagine such a large man in a dog like costume, but it’s also sweet how much he goes above and beyond for his little girl. “If you guys wanna do dogs again, Lady & the Tramp is a good one. Maybe even the Flintstones if you like themes in general. She would be the cutest Pebbles.”
“I never even made that connection but you have a point.” The man granted with a nod. A little sparkle in his eyes. Head then wavering as if debating the options she’d give him. “All good options. A part of me wants to do some other movie reference, though. Maybe because I know I have years of Disney ahead. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I do enjoy variety. Although... She would be the cutest damn Pebbles on earth, you got me there.”
Occupation: 7th year Captain and Keeper for Gyffindor.
Age: 17
Nationality: Scottish
Blood Type: 3/4 Mixed blood
ABOUT
Personality: Brave, daring, chivalrous, friendly, leadership quality. Evan embodies the red house perfectly. While not particularly funny he is fun and has a rather caring soul as well. Competitive as hell but a good sport should things go his way or not with a rather tender heart he’s not afraid to show. He’s the type if he sees anyone being bullied, he will go right over and defend them.
Hobbies/Interests: Quidditch, hanging with friends in Diagon Alley, specifically, or really anywhere. He’s also into the vastness of the skies and space, finding it like another adventure he could maybe one day explore. Animals is something he loves, also, both magical and normal.
Magical Origins: During a family trip to visit his grandparents on his mother’s side (who lived in the Muggle realms in Balloch) they all decided to go to the aquarium. Evan was three at the time and completely fascinated with all the colorfully beautiful aquatic life. He stopped in front of a tank of tropical fish for a long time and slowly the brightly colored creatures began to move in a uniformed manner, creating the outline of a bigger version of themselves then an “E” for Evan, or so he told his parents later, before his father scooped him up to take him away as the spectacle was drawing quite the attention from those non magic users visiting as well. The boy just giggled the whole time.
Family Background/Home Life: Frank and Mary had an idealistic romance. Frank, a Gryffindor coming from a long line of famous Quidditch players and Mary, a halfblood Ravenclaw on her own team were rivals on the field and lovers off of it. A romance that kept after they graduated with Frank going on to sportsdom fame and Mary taking up a job as a well esteemed Auror. When kids were put into the equation, Frank retired and became a stay at home father and husband, supporting his career thriving wife and providing a rather good difference on their kids of how different dynamics can work. Moving after their fifth child was born into London to help Mary with the commute, they had managed to snag a rather nice house given his saved money and her business savvy ways of getting a decent deal that ensured rooms for all their loving close knit family.
Evan himself was on the tail end in the line of kids. The middle born in a set of triplets with his brother Alec blazing the trail and sister Chloe tailing behind. A bond that made them a rather strong set and made them even closer than to the rest of the family with what is practically a psychic connection between the pair. Evan took to Quidditch as soon as he could crawl. Often going with his father to games and being perched upon his shoulders along with his brothers and sisters. It’s definitely always a family bonding moment whenever a game is in town.
Hogwarts Life: Early morning, Quidditch field. Late at night, the same. He is very dedicated to his craft and already has some early prospects of recruitment for the professional English, Bulgarian, and Scottish teams when he graduates. When he isn’t practicing, though, you can find him goofing off in his commons or the more mingled areas of the great hall or outside somewhere. For quieter rarer times, though, he likes to go to one of the towers and maybe get a nap in. Through it all, he’s often spotted with his siblings and Rosie, his long time girlfriend since he was in 3rd year and her in 2nd. Stealing kisses. Standing or walking casually with his arm around her shoulders. Snuggled up on a common sofa and so on. @chlcekingsley @mysterious-chef-alec @rosie-wilder
WIZARDING DETAILS
Wand: 13″, Solid, English Oak, Phoenix feather
Boggart: Any member of family severely wounded or dead.
Amorentia: Vanilla, Fall Leaves, Cinnamon Rolls
Pet: Seal Pointed Lynx Ragdoll named Dodger. (She’s from the same litter as Alec and Chloe’s cats.)
Broom: Thunderbolt VII
Patronus: Polecat
HOGWARTS INFO
House: Gryffindor
Label: Jock/Golden Boy
Best Class: Care of Magical Creatures & Defense Against the Dark Arts
Worst Class: History of Magic
Electives: Care of Magical Creatures, Apparition
Extra Curricular: Quidditch is pretty much what he lives and breathes though he has participated in a play or two.
Quidditch Position: Captain & Keeper 4 years running.
Talents: Everyone says the art of Quidditch is in the Kingsley’s blood and Evan is one of those people to agree. He’s also rather amiable. One conversation and it’s like you’re hooked with that Gryffindor charm of his to make anyone feel included while also being the one to usually lead his group of friends. Often coming up with fun ideas to ensure boredom never strikes them.
“You caught me,” she smiled sweetly as she gave an innocent shrug with her free shoulder. “Yeah, let’s just say I enhanced that label by speaking Hebrew just to get on people’s nerves. Of course, the people who know Hebrew, sadly were able to know what I was saying. Which is a good amount in New York since you learn Hebrew when you’re Jewish and Jewish is pretty common. So my genius idea didn’t work.” Via pushed her lips to the side in thought. “I get it. I mean, I knew the scholarships have to work with the grades, so it’s actually impressive that you did a harder major. Some of the guys I knew on scholarships did an easy major, so you doing business is really impressive and awesome. If I say I’m going to do something, you can bet your money that I will do it. So, medical school was that thing that I said I was going to do and I made sure I did. Now I work in the emergency department and see some weird things.” Looking over at him as he spoke, the brunette scrunched her head at the combo. “That sounds terrible. I’m not a massive fan of pickles though. I was very thankful I didn’t crave those because not a fan. I was hoping that all the sweets I craved would give me a sweet child, but actually she’s a good mix of her dad and I and that scares me. A lot,” she raised a brow with a smile, speaking in a joking manner.
“You were trying to talk smack about everyone, weren’t you?” Amusement thick within his voice as well as written all over his face. “Can’t say I wouldn’t try the same if I had any sort of talent in learning another language. I took German for two years in high school by force and I basically know how to say ‘thank you’, ‘hello, goodbye’, ‘I love you’, and ‘where’s the bathroom’. That’s all the information I retained and I’m lucky it was that much.” The man shook his head at himself. “Oh, so you’re an ER doctor?!” Impressed, he let his expression show it. “That has to be crazy hectic, especially in a big city like this. I can only imagine. There’s all those shows, too, but trust me, when you’re out getting run over and tackled by mostly two hundred and fifty plus pound guys on the regular, you get your fair share of experiences.” He could only imagine what she’d say to his antics. Knowing he was the cause of many a stress on both his team and doctors playing through broken bones just to get to the end of the games and lead his team to mostly victories. “Not nearly as crazy as things you’ve seen, I’m sure.” Making sure to ad that on. Smirking, now upon hearing more of her daughter. “That parent curse still works. It’s the same with Pen. You’ll always get a kid just like you... And your other party, of course, but the you-isms are always easier to catch, huh?”
As Fang took off after the other dog, Tristain laughed at the cuteness before calling out to him. “Stay with Dodger. If you get lost, your big brother is going to have my head!” There was a light chuckle that followed, but he knew that his son would be very upset if he’d lost the puppy he’d gotten as a gift. The actor turned to face the other, keeping the dogs in his line of sight. “Depending on the lore, there are special talismans or stones that help them be out during the day. I could be a living doll. Never thought about that, but it seems more and more plausible as four of my sisters age, but us two youngest don’t seem to age.” He chuckled, showing a photo of his sister Clara. The actor was quite enjoying the ridiculousness. “Would you believe she’s forty-seven?”
“You seem to have done your research.... Should I hike up my collar or go get some Italian food to spare myself?” He laughed then before another question came to mind. “Is your other younger of the siblings another girl or a boy? If they’re a brother, then maybe it has to do with the Y chromosome.” His theory went out the window at the image he was shown. “Wow! Uhm, no? This has to be from at least ten years ago, right? I feel like I’m being had here. Where’s the hidden cameras.” Eyes moved the image to all around in fleeting spots along the park for theatrics.
“You’re making me feel like I should go to Disney World very soon. I might have to plan a trip,” the Aussie smiled as she looked over at him. “I don’t really celebrate Thanksgiving that much unless someone invites me over because I’m not American, but Christmas is my favorite with food. I don’t need presents. Just give me the Christmas meal and I’m content.” With eyes widening as he spoke, she linked arms with him. “We are going to get one right now.”
“A little peer pressure for the greater good. Trust me! You’ll thank me later.” Literally pointing it out to her. Lightly as the statement was made. “Really? Thanksgiving is essentially the same foods as Christmas ones just times about ten. At least in our household.” Surprised by her sudden connection. He blinked momentarily. Brain catching up with her declaration. “Right now? Do I have to pay for both of them?” Not that he wouldn’t, all the same.
“That sounds like fun,” he replied smiling and looking at Pen. “Thanks so much for helping me with the cookies Pen. They are going to taste amazing,” he added still smiling before looking at his brother as he set a timer.
“The cookies were a team effort. Shouldn’t we thank your uncle for helping, too, in the first place?” He gently prodded the girl her sandwiched herself in the middle of the couch after he took up a side. The little blonde thanking him with a wide grin then soon got entranced by the show.
A small smirk formed at his reaction, the brunette using her free hand to set hair behind her ear. “I believe you. I was the interesting foreign girl in high school. I moved here and started high school in a new country, so I was that girl people were intrigued by,” she admitted, giving a small shrug. “I don’t believe that about jocks. There are a few that fit in the cliche, but most are pretty smart and want a good life for themselves. Having a career in the sport isn’t always guaranteed, so you always need a backup. I had a backup in case I didn’t get into med school…okay, I really had no backup. I kind of just assumed that I was smart enough to get in and luckily I was right.” A bright smile formed on her face as he spoke, shaking her head with a laugh. “Oreos and strawberry jam. I don’t know how my brain connected the two, but I wanted it so bad. I can only imagine what her dad would have thought of that craving since he’s a chef. She also had me wanting ice cream with chocolate frosting. Very sweet foods.”
“Ah, the mysterious foreign beauty~.” He nodded. Giving her a once over. It was an easy thing to see as she was a rather beautiful woman. “I can see it... That’s not to say that’s all you probably were but we all know how hung up on face value high school kids can be. Heck, adults, too.” It was then be became pleasantly surprised when she spoke up about being against that idiotic jock stigma. It was like a breath of fresh air when people realized just what she said without him having to defend himself and provide proof for convincing. “Exactly. My footballing got me a full ride but I had grades to keep up and I majored in business studies. I was just lucky I got to work professionally in my dream job straight out of the gate after that.” Her words of a backup bringing out a laugh of his own. “Do as you saw and not as you do type of person, aren’t you?” Playfully guessing when brows rose and a considerate hum came with it. “You know, that actually sounds pretty good... My daughter’s mother.” She wasn’t technically his last ex, now, so that seemed like a safe label. “She craved pickles and milk duds. It was one of her weird cravings I got into on accident, really. other than that, she craved a lot of seafood, for some reason. Regardless, I think her chef father might like that idea, too. Who knows, it could be a new dessert!”
