- Messages
- 167
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- (Graeme)
- Wand
- Curly 10 1/2 Inch Swishy Vine Wand with Vampire Blood Core
- Age
- 1/1/2029 (32)
Abby was feeling uneasy, but doing her best to hide it. Today was Zerrins birthday, and as promised, they'd both gone to Graeme's Quidditch game. Fraser had sat with them, the boys absolutely freaking out over every little success. Abby had kept on her best smile, but watching Graeme play had been... hard. It brought back too many memories, bad ones, of Zerrin's father. She was relieved that Graeme was a chaser. He was strong, steady, a team player and obviously very skilled. Almost in spite of herself she'd been drawn into the game, and had ended up cheering with the boys.
But the game was over now, the thrill of the victory fading, and anxiety was slowly starting to build up in Abby again. They were at the restaurant for dinner now. Abby was mostly quiet, letting the men that surrounded her do most of the talking, and sipped quietly on her drink. She had to admit that Scotland was beautiful. She could understand why Graeme lived her. Feeling a bit off balance, Abby reached next to her and took Zerrin's hand, giving her son a gentle smile.
But the game was over now, the thrill of the victory fading, and anxiety was slowly starting to build up in Abby again. They were at the restaurant for dinner now. Abby was mostly quiet, letting the men that surrounded her do most of the talking, and sipped quietly on her drink. She had to admit that Scotland was beautiful. She could understand why Graeme lived her. Feeling a bit off balance, Abby reached next to her and took Zerrin's hand, giving her son a gentle smile.