The Height of Our Lives
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We have been a Harry Potter Roleplaying site since 2007. If you're an old member we hope you come check out the discord link provided below. And if you're looking for a new roleplaying site, well, we're a little inactive. But every once and a while nostalgia sets in and a few of our alumni members will revisit the old stomping grounds and post together. Remember to stay safe out there. And please feel free to drop a line whenever!

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Since every few months or so a few of our old members get the inspiration to revisit their old stomping grounds we have decided to keep PA open as a place to revisit old threads and start new ones devoid of any serious overarching plot or setting. Take this time to start any of those really weird threads you never got to make with old friends and make them now! Just remember to come say hello in the chatbox below or in the discord. Links have been provided in the "Comings and Goings" forum as well as the welcome widget above.

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Post by Rhea Belacqua Wed Sep 01, 2010 11:50 pm

OUTFIT & HAIR LEGNTH/COLOR

Rhea slammed the door to the house. Her house. The first house she and Cyrus would ever own. They had just bought it about a week ago. The happy couple had been married for almost a year now and little baby Chelsa was maybe 6 months old. Rhea had never wanted kids but little Chelsa had enchanted her in every way possible.

Rhea threw her bags on to a chair in the kitchen. The house may be knew but it was already a little messy, skattered with little pieces of their life. A few toys of Chelsa's, some random articles of clothing (both Rhea's and Cyrus's), boxes of partialy unpacked plates, and papers from both their work and the house.

Happily Rhea settled down on the mostly clear sofa with a firewiskey in hand and waited for Cyrus to come home.

OOC: I'm guessing on Chelsa's age..
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Post by Melissa Finnigan Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:21 pm

For some strange reason, lately, Cyrus had been sinking into his work and had actually been enjoying it. He didn’t have to worry so much about going home late although it was unfair on Rhea. He was working hard and enjoying every single minute of it. He understood why his grandmother loved ragging on people as much as she did. You did get a fair kick out of it and you could never be bored.

But that was earlier. Now, with a spring in his step, Cyrus was making his way home. His trusted satchel containing notepads, quills and his camera was slung over his shoulders and a pint of milk was in his right hand. The road was quiet and the Muggles were going about their daily lives; spying on their neighbours and such. The old lady down the street was a good friend of Cryrus’ – she loved to gossip – and he lapped up the attention she gave him.

He turned down their drive and opened the gate. He walked up the path, remembering to kick the gate shut again, and stepped onto the porch. He took his keys out of the back pocket of his jeans and pressed the key into the lock. He twisted it anti-clockwise twice and clock-wise once. The door clicked and Cyrus pushed it open. He stepped inside, took the key from the lock and wiped his feet on the mat by the door.

“Rhea? Sweetheart I’m home!” He called.
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