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Oct 4, 2017 18:43:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 18:43:34 GMT -7
If someone had asked little Peyton what she wanted most in the world, she would have told you a little kitten. But that was the younger version of the young girl, now that she had matured into a young woman that flowers with each day if you asked her the same question, it would be different. Now and days, Peyton just wanted to find love. Maybe she was a little young and naïve for such a thing to come about, since many kids her age love and lose so quickly when it comes to relationships. Peyton had once heard that you didn’t fall in love and marry until you were much older, let alone find your soulmate at the mere age of sixteen. Yet, here she was, hoping for that love to come along as if her life depended on it. With her thoughts on, yet another romance that she had read within her many muggle books, she found herself heading into Hogsmeade. Thankfully it was the weekend, and that meant that many of the students were heading into the little town. She had been here a handful of times, some to get sweets from Honeyduke’s and once when she had found herself wandering into Madame Puddifoot’s, a place that she had met someone that she would call a dear friend. Ms. Angie, as she liked to call her, was a waitress at the little establishment and was a woman that Peyton often came to for advice, sometimes even to just talk. So, when she opened the door to the familiar establishment, the smell that was always within its walls quickly hit her nose, as her eyes wandered around looking for the familiar blonde hair that belonged to her dear friend.
291 words ;; @angie kind of sucked, but hope this works!
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Oct 5, 2017 11:48:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 11:48:35 GMT -7
Angie had been a very motherly figure since she had her daughter. Before Olive was born, Angie had been someone that her current self would have despised and rolled her eyes at if she saw her pass by on the streets. She had taken on a whole new life, it was as if someone flipped a switch and her personality did a complete 360. Over the past 4, almost 5 years, Angie had become a very maternal, kind woman who, through her job, met many wonderful people whom she loved seeing every time they came through the cafe doors. She had regulars in the professors and students who came in every time there was a Hogsmead weekend. Of course, many of them didn't come in to see her in particular, but they did always say hi and ask how she was doing. How very sweet. Most of them were Hufflepuffs, which was interesting because as a student she wouldn't have been caught dead with a Hufflepuff let alone actually spoken to one.
Today was Angie's first day back to work since Olive had gotten sick. The two of them both took 2 weeks off to make sure she got better and wouldn't infect any of the other kids at daycare. It had been stressful to take so much time off of work and now that she was back, she felt like her life was returning to normal. Her first day back also fell on the Hogsmead weekend, which was very convenient as the tea shop needed all hands on deck during such events. It was a popular spot for students to come on dates and there were already at least a dozen people sitting around the pink cafe with their cups, making awkward conversation. The bell above the door chimed when it opened and Angie looked up from behind the counter to see who it was and welcome them into the shop. The Blonde hair made her perk up a little and as soon as the girl came into view, a smile spread across her face. "My My, Peyton Bainbridge. Long time no see." Angie teased the girl. Peyton was one of the students with whom she had made friends. A very sweet girl who often just liked to talk.
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Oct 5, 2017 13:24:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 13:24:19 GMT -7
She let the smell of the tea shop fill her nose as she continued into the shop and as soon as she heard the familiar motherly words of Ms. Angie, she let a smile appear upon her face. It caused her feet to pick up speed as she bounced towards the counter in which Ms. Angie was standing behind, the smile remaining upon her pale pink lips, her blue eyes shining with her happiness for seeing her dear friend. It had been two weekends that she had made a stop by the shop and had been left with learning that Angie was not present. “It has been a long time, are you okay? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks; they said you were away,” she breathed out with a lace of concern on her face as she slowly sat down at the counter. “How is your daughter?” she quickly questions as the concern left her face and happiness filled her being. She hadn’t met the young girl, but she could tell that talking about her made Angie happy. Hell, she had learned a lot from Angie, from getting advice to learning a bit about her own life. While some would say that having a friendship with an older woman would be slightly weird, Peyton saw it differently. Ms. Angie was like her mother away from home; she just had that warmth about her.
235 words ;; @angie
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Oct 6, 2017 0:26:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2017 0:26:30 GMT -7
“Olive’s just fine.” Angie told the girl, answering her last question first as if to preface the next part of her answer. “She got pneumonia a few weeks ago and the healers advised that I keep her home for a few weeks so she didn’t get any worse and no one else got sick either.” she explained, making sure to keep a calm voice, not wanting Peyton to worry at all. “She’s all better and back to daycare now.” Angie concluded. She began to make Peyton’s usual drink, on the house of course for one of her favorite students.
“How have you been? The tournament concluded since i’ve been gone. Did you go and watch it?” she knew that Anna Wealsey had won for Hogwarts. How very exciting. Angie had originally wanted to take Olive to the tournament but with the way that she was feeling, Angie had decided it was better to stay home.
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Oct 7, 2017 14:25:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 14:25:09 GMT -7
‘Olive’s just fine. She got pneumonia a few weeks ago, and the healers advised that I keep her home for a few weeks so she didn’t get any worse and no one else got sick either. She’s all better and back to daycare now.’A sense of concern filled her being as Angie told her about her daughter has gotten sick, but quickly left with a small sigh of relief as the older woman said that her daughter was much better now and back to her regular schedule. “That’s horrible Ms. Angie, I’m glad she’s all better now,” she said offering the woman a bright and truthful smile. “Any idea how she got it? Is it going to her daycare or something?” she asked as she watched Ms. Angie make her usual drink, it was her favorite, and it was something she had ordered the first time they met and had continued to order until the woman just began making it for her. Why change your style when you know you love something, right? “I’ve been good, things have been great. And yeah, I went and watched it. I’m kind of glad that no one got hurt, I would have been horrible at the games if I had been in it,” she said. While Peyton was smart, the games seemed more like a fight for the death and riddles then she’d be good at. If she had been in her seventh year, her name would have gone nowhere near the Goblet of Fire. Especially after reading the history of the thing, the last time it was at Hogwarts, she heard that someone had died. Nope, no thanks. She valued her life.
281 words ;; @angie
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Oct 7, 2017 21:22:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 21:22:58 GMT -7
Angie appreciated how concerned Peyton was with how Olive was doing. It was rare to find such selfless people. While Angie had been a Slytherin when she was in Hogwarts, she felt much more like if she had been sorted now, she would have been out into Hufflepuff house. She felt like she had changed to drastically since her school days and she almost regretted half of the things that she had done during that time. No, more than half of the things, almost all of them. But she knew that if she hadn’t been who she was then, then she wouldn’t be who she was now. She likely never would have had Olive and who could say what would have happened with her life if she never had Olive to think about. It would have been a much different world and not one that Angie wanted to live in.
“Yeah, well it’s very contagious, so it a child coughed on her, or even in the same room as her, she could have gotten it. But the healers at St. Mungos had her feeling better in a matter of days, she just had to wait two weeks so we were sure she wasn’t contagious anymore.” Angie explained, setting the drink down in front of the girl. Peyton explained that she had watched the event and was glad that no one got hurt, Angie nodded as she said that. “Oh, yeah. I would have been awful too.” she admitted. “That sort of thing isn’t for everyone, but it’s fun to watch. And great to bring the schools together. Did you get to know any of the students from the other schools?” she asked. If she had been a student, she was sure she would have gotten to know as many of the boys from Durmstrang as possible. Those types of thoughts rarely came into her head nowadays. She couldn’t remember the last time she thought about a man romantically, she had too much to think about.
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Oct 8, 2017 12:21:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 12:21:38 GMT -7
Peyton loved children, but sometimes they were little trolls that had sticky little fingers and no manners what so ever. She wondered what she and her siblings had been like at Olive’s age, and she wanted to laugh. Probably little demons in the eyes of their family, except for their mother. It was a mother’s heart, something that young babies heard from within, that bound them together. An unbreakable bond that would never be broken, no matter how evil the young baby was. Not that Olive was evil, oh no, she had yet to meet the young child, but from the stories she has heard, the young girl was an absolute angel. “Well it’s a good thing she is all better now, and I hope she stays that way for a long time,” said, Peyton, just as Angie slipped the drink towards her. Peyton smiled, “Thank you,” she breathed out as she brought the cup to her mouth and took a sip. “I did,” she started as she removed the cup from her lips, the delicious liquid already swallowed. “They seem very nice, it is a shame that they have to go back to their homes and own school so soon. It feels like they just arrived and now they are off again, but hopefully one day everyone will come together once more,” she finished with a smile.
228 words ;; @angie
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Oct 8, 2017 14:31:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 14:31:19 GMT -7
After Angie had made the girl her drink, she signaled to her co worker that she was going on her break. She wanted to be able to sit with Peyton, the girl often came in if she had something on her mind or wanted someone to talk to. Employees of Madam Puddifoots got a free drink per each shift, so before she started her break, Angie crafted herself a Pumpkin Spice Latte, it was a drink that she had first tried last October in a muggle coffee shop and fell absolutely in love with. She wasn't sure why more wizards didn't know about the drink, after all, one of the most popular drinks around was Pumpkin Juice, wizards obviously liked their pumpkin flavoring. She had spoken with the owner a few times about adding the drink to the menu but it had yet to happen, oh well, maybe some day.
Angie walked around the counter carrying her drink as Peyton said that it was a shame that the other schools had to leave so soon. Angie agreed, it was horrible that there weren't more ways to get the schools together and introduce the students to other cultures more often. "There should be like... what are they called... exchange programs? Where students from one school can go and study at another for the term or year." Angie mused out loud. She took a set on the stool next to the small, Hufflepuff girl and remembered when she was still a smaller student. Angie was very body-confident, but it was hard not to think about herself in terms of how she had been before she became a mother. "So Peyton, what's new in your life?" she asked, taking a small sip of her drink to judge how hot it was.
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Oct 11, 2017 18:19:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2017 18:19:03 GMT -7
‘There should be like... what are they called... exchange programs? Where students from one school can go and study at another for the term or year.’Peyton’s face seemed to brighten up at the idea, and she nodded her head. “Yes, exchange programs are what it is called. That is an excellent idea, Ms. Angie; I wonder why Hogwarts never thought of that,” she said with a small laugh as she took another sip of her drink. It would have been interesting to go to the other schools, but as she thought about it, maybe certain witches and wizards went certain places depending on who they were and what they would bring to the table. Durmstrang, that school would have probably eaten alive, while Beauxbatons was a little too glittery for her. Maybe Hogwarts was just the place she should be, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t object to people from those two schools to come to Hogwarts for a bit. She was pulled from her thoughts as Ms. Angie asked her what was new in her life, she shrugged her shoulders as she took another sip of her drink. “Nothing really,” she breathed out as she placed the cup down again. “I—I wanted to ask you something, what’s it like to be in love?” she questioned as she looked at Angie. She wasn’t even sure if the older woman had been in love in the past, but maybe she would know more than she.
246 words ;; @angie
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Oct 12, 2017 19:36:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2017 19:36:35 GMT -7
Peyton agreed that exchange programs would be a good thing for hogwarts to have. Angie was sure that since they didn’t have them, then there was probably a reason as to why not. Maybe it was too hard to work with, maybe the classes required at one school were too different than then the classes required at another. And of course, there was the language issue, but magic had come so far, she was sure that there was a way to translate speech or to make someone learn another language magically.
When she sat down, Peyton insisted that there wasn’t really anything new in her life, but she did want to ask her something. And then a very interesting question came out of the young girls mouth: what’s it like to be in love? Angie saw Peyton, and the other students that came to talk to her as good practice for when it came time for her to talk to her own daughter, Olive about these things. She also would have loved someone that she could talk to, besides her mom about these sort of things when she was a school aged girl and wanted current students to have that if they needed. However, the question that Peyton asked wasn’t one that Angie knew how to answer. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, at least not enough to give you a real answer. But, I think that if you feel it, you’ll know. Like it’ll be something that’s just so obvious that you can’t ignore, and maybe it doesn’t even feel like anything you’ve ever felt before.” she offered, it was something, but not much. She knew Peyton was hoping for a more concrete answer, but Angie couldn’t really help her there. “Why? Do you think you might be? Is there someone new in your life?” she asked, raising her eyebrow a bit and smiling, letting the girl know that she was mostly kidding.
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Oct 19, 2017 13:19:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 13:19:28 GMT -7
Peyton was so transfixed in her question, and she almost missed her mouth with the glass of her drink. She wanted to know what Miss Angie would say, wanted to hang on each word that she spoke. Maybe something she said would lead her to realize that she had no chance at love or perhaps that she’ll eventually find it. She believed that Angie had to have been in love, wasn’t that how babies were created? From the love of two people? She was so clueless to the sex department, and how it worked, she always believed it was between two people that loved each other. She frowned as Angie said that she hadn’t been in love, or at least, she didn’t think she had been. However, she listened to her words as if her life depended on it. She began to say that if you felt it, you know it. But then again, Peyton has never felt love before, or at least, she didn’t think that she felt love. ‘Why? Do you think you might be? Is there someone new in your life?’Peyton quickly shook her head as she took a sip of her drink, her face kind of red as if she were blushing. “No—no one new,” she said with a small laugh. And it was true; she just hadn’t expected the conversation to head that way. “I’ve had a few crushes, and there are a few cute boys around, but nothing serious. Most are just friends; I don’t think anything will become of it,” she said with a small disappointed frown. “So—does that mean you didn’t love Olive’s father?” she questioned with small curiosity in her eyes as she took another sip of her drink, she prayed that she didn’t overstep her boundaries.
299 words ;; @angie
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Oct 21, 2017 13:13:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 13:13:34 GMT -7
Angie nodded when Peyton said that there was no one knew, just a few cute boys that she was sure would remain friends. That was fair. Angie didn’t have serious boyfriends in school either, but she had lots of friends. Something she wasn’t planning on sharing with the young, impressionable girl sitting next to her. Peyton asked if Angie had loved Olive’s father. Ooh. That was a tough one. No, she didn’t love Aerick, well, over the years she had grown to love him in a family sense, but not romantically. However, no one knew that he was Olive’s father. Olive’s Father had died before Olive was born and sometimes, in the moment, Angie forgot to distinguish. “Um, I did love him. But I don’t think he was The Great Love of my Life.” she decided. “But yes, of course I love him, because he gave me Olive and everyone knows how much I love that little girl.” she smiled. “Does that make sense?” she asked.
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Nov 13, 2017 18:01:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 18:01:05 GMT -7
There were so many different forms of love out there in the world; the love between a couple, love between mother and child, and so much more that was possibly out there that Peyton couldn’t think of. She could tell that Miss Angie loved her daughter, Olive, but the question remained that if she loved or had loved the person that was the father. Peyton, still being quite young, barely knew about one-night stands and other ways of possibly producing a child by accident, but that didn’t matter at this moment. But then Angie answered, telling her that she had loved the guy, because he had given her Olive, but he wasn’t her soulmate. Not by the long run, and Peyton nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense,” she said with a smile on her face before moving on. “Do you think you’ll find him?” she questioned quickly, her eyes moving to look at Angie as she took a sip of her drink, “The Great Love of your Life, I mean,” she breathed out quickly after swallowing back the drink. She was so thankful that Angie didn’t care about the types of questions Peyton asked because she was sure she’d annoy someone else with her constant questions.
205 words ;; @angie
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Nov 28, 2017 11:40:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 11:40:41 GMT -7
Angie knew she could always count on Peyton Bainbridge to make her think. Peyton was a young girl with many questions, questions that Angie had never considered at her age. Questions that would have terrified her as a teenager and questions that she would have brushed off. She never believed in love. She never thought that there was one person for everyone. She loved her family and she cared about some of her friends, but she would never have said that she loved most of them. Love had always been very confused with Lust in the mind of the ex-Slytherin. And why shouldn’t they have been? No boy ever loved her, even if they told her that they did in the moment. They loved the idea of her, they loved the way that she acted or dressed or behaved. They loved the way her makeup made her look or the way her blonde hair would cascade down her back.
Over the past few years she had become a completely different person, which was obvious to anyone who had known her that long. Now, as a mature, mostly put together woman, she believed in love. She had to. There was no way something so perfect as Olive could be alive on this Earth if love didn’t exist. “Maybe some day. But I’m not in a hurry to find him.” it was true. She loved dating and would be happy to date someone, but she wasn’t in a hurry to add a new person to her daughter's life, especially since Olive’s own father had proved to her that even the closest people to you could leave. Not that she and Aerick were ever close, but Aerick at least had a bond with Olive. “Timing is everything you know.” she smiled. “And anything forced or rushed isn’t going to last.” she added. “So I might as well let time and fate call the shots.” The only hurry was the potential of more children. Which was something Angie thought about often. She had never thought that she even wanted one child, but now that she had one, she did want more. Maybe one or two more. And she wasn’t sure that she wanted them so spaced apart. But she did know that she didn’t want any more without a partner. It wasn’t easy raising Olive alone.
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Dec 21, 2017 11:49:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 11:49:03 GMT -7
Peyton had always been a girl that questioned everything and anything; maybe it was because of the constant reading she did that brought questions to her mind. Who knew, all she knew was that sometimes she had such profound questions that it made others squirm. Sometimes people refused to answers, other times they tried to skirt around it while still attempting to answer it, but Miss Angie was different. Maybe that was why Peyton liked her and liked coming back to the tea shop because she got some deep answers to her deep questions. And when Peyton had asked finding her possible soulmate, Angie did not disappoint with an answer. She told her that she’d find him someday but wasn’t in a hurry to find him, and Peyton found herself nodding. Maybe that was the best thing someone could do, rushing it would possibly result in finding the wrong person. And as she thought about that, how she wouldn’t mind finding someone and dating them, that she was given the advice that made her realize that she shouldn’t rush. That you shouldn’t force something to happen, that timing was everything. “I like that, letting fate call the shots,” she breathed out with a smile on her face. It was a nice way of seeing things, which was letting things happen as they should. “I’ve never really thought of taking the time, you know…with everyone going on dates and getting their first kiss…I kind of feel out of the loop,” she said truthfully and with a small frown on her face.
260 words ;; @angie
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