Stuart Fernsby

‘last chance’ HPRP 18+

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BIOGRAPHY—. STUART FERSBY

• minister of magic

• powerful legilimens

• half blood

• father

• shipped

• hprp

• 18+

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Starter—. LATE HOME

He hadn’t had a chance to contact @obduratechaos since lunch and he hated that. But things were getting busier at the ministry by the day. He was overwhelmed.

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

[obduratechaos]

She’d been working all day. Their maid had finally convinced her to finish her day and so she was in the bathroom, washing up.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

[voiceinpower]

He was happy to hear her voice, looking up to her, smile pulling over his face.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”

[obduratechaos]

She grinned, fingers pulling through her hair as she cast a spell to dry it. Maisie made her way down the steps, raising a brow with a small gasp. “For me?”

She stopped in front of him, fingers curling around his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. “You didn’t have to, thank you. Tired, baby?” She could see it in his eyes. She knew his job was exhausting and stressful.

[voiceinpower]

He nodded, leaning into her the moment she touched him, his hand sliding around her waist, “Exhausted but happy to be home.” He agreed gently.

“But I figured that neither of us probably ate enough today so what better than junk food.”

[obduratechaos]

“Only my favorite thing to eat.” She nodded, taking the bag from him as she tiptoed to kiss him gently. She always felt immediately better when he was with her.

“I’m happy that you’re home. I finished the sketch for your tuxedo for the wedding. I’ve been itching to show it to you.”

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“Well, then let’s go right away.” He urged, a fondness in his eyes, pressing a kiss to her cheek before moving back to take her hand.

“I can’t wait.”

[voiceinpower]

Starter—. LATE HOME

He hadn’t had a chance to contact @obduratechaos since lunch and he hated that. But things were getting busier at the ministry by the day. He was overwhelmed.

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

[obduratechaos]

She’d been working all day. Their maid had finally convinced her to finish her day and so she was in the bathroom, washing up.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

[voiceinpower]

He was happy to hear her voice, looking up to her, smile pulling over his face.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”

[obduratechaos]

She grinned, fingers pulling through her hair as she cast a spell to dry it. Maisie made her way down the steps, raising a brow with a small gasp. “For me?”

She stopped in front of him, fingers curling around his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. “You didn’t have to, thank you. Tired, baby?” She could see it in his eyes. She knew his job was exhausting and stressful.

[voiceinpower]

He nodded, leaning into her the moment she touched him, his hand sliding around her waist, “Exhausted but happy to be home.” He agreed gently.

“But I figured that neither of us probably ate enough today so what better than junk food.”

[voiceinpower]

Starter—. LATE HOME

He hadn’t had a chance to contact @obduratechaos since lunch and he hated that. But things were getting busier at the ministry by the day. He was overwhelmed.

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

[obduratechaos]

She’d been working all day. Their maid had finally convinced her to finish her day and so she was in the bathroom, washing up.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

[voiceinpower]

He was happy to hear her voice, looking up to her, smile pulling over his face.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”

[voiceinpower]

Starter—. LATE HOME

He hadn’t had a chance to contact @obduratechaos since lunch and he hated that. But things were getting busier at the ministry by the day. He was overwhelmed.

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.