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「 MJ Boleyn 」Cloudy with a chance of anxiety • Hufflepuff Alum
28 y/o
Werewolf
Author
Single
Mary Jade fluffed the pillows on the bed. It was in the lounge room but it was renovated into a bedroom. Considering most of the bedrooms were upstairs, it was just easier and more accessible for downstairs to be made into one. Mary Jade didn't ask either Esme or Octavia for permission to do this but there she was. Mary Jade wasn't sure if everything had settled down and if the shock of everything (aka Octavia returning) had worn off. Maybe the one good thing about the attack was that everything just...clicked back into place. The attack was worrying, of course it was, and MJ had barely been able to bring herself down from a panic attack by the time she was able to visit (dragging Esme with her, of course). She knew there was a possibility Octavia would be a werewolf, like herself, but hadn't voiced it, though she thought she could feel it in the air but it was a discussion to be had at home. MJ had asked Esme to bring Octavia home, deciding that the two adults didn't need her to be there to be the peace maker. So she used her time to do up the living room, make sure everything was accessible-bathroom, clothes, a mini fridge so she didn't have to go into the kitchen. The works.
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「 Lady Esme Boleyn 」Hufflepuff Alumni
Twenty-four
Witch
Divination Professor
Single
When Esme stepped into the house, Octavia came in alongside her. As much as there was anger and judgement still residing deep in her chest (previously in stage three of it: silent treatment), she had dropped everything when hearing about the attack. Octavia was her sister. Esme needed her sister—both of them. She had been mad at Octavia for being gone so long, but, if she died, that'd be even longer. "Wow, MJ. This is... really nice." She looked around the room her oldest sister had put together, but then her eyes stared at Mary Jade for much longer. The sentence 'attacked by a werewolf' ringed in her ears. Over and over and over again.
Message Me • 05:54, July 12, 2020 (UTC)
「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia still has a bad limp that she knows is going to cost her weeks of work. It's frustrating for someone as restless as her, but she understands she needs to prioritize her wellbeing. When she joins Esme in the living room, it's about two or so minutes later, face contorted into pain. She was jacked up on potions, still, but it was difficult to get rid of the pain of the bite, the scratches and the head trauma. She lingers near the door for a moment, taking in all the changes MJ had made to their home. This was... a lot. A lot more than she expected, at least, considering after the last time all three of them together, Octavia had decided to start apartment-hunting to avoid putting more stress on her sisters. Looks like that's going to wait, she thinks, as she processes what she's seeing. "...wow." Tears well up in her eyes, but Octavia blinks repeatedly to avoid them falling. "Nice."
Message Me • 16:18, July 13, 2020 (UTC)
「 MJ Boleyn 」Cloudy with a chance of anxiety • Hufflepuff Alum
28 y/o
Werewolf
Author
Single
Mary Jade could feel Esme's stare but she didn't stare back. "I tried to make everything as accessible as possible, I know how much the bite can hurt," she said as she fluffed the pillow again, feeling a little like a deer in headlights. "I also have this cream, it helps with the bite. I used it...you know, years ago and it calmed it down a little bit. It doesn't make it better but it helped. It might work for you." MJ said, nodding to a small container on the table. Of course, MJ also utilised a certain plant to help her with the pain but she wasn't going to recommend that.
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「 Lady Esme Boleyn 」Hufflepuff Alumni
Twenty-four
Witch
Divination Professor
Single
Esme didn't speak. She didn't know about the healing processes of a werewolf bite, as why would she? She didn't learn MJ was one until aurors came knocking on their door. After her oldest sister had come back from a long disappearance, there was no need for help. MJ knew had to handle her shit alone. So now it was happening all over again, but at least Esme could be there for Octavia during the first transitions. She could be helpful! As helpful as Mary Jade? No, but there was always something she could be useful at. "Would you like tea?" At first, she aimed her question to Octavia, but then she turned to MJ as well. "Either of you? Or water? Or juice? Or coffee?" She herself wanted a shot of tequila, but it didn't seem like the appropriate drink for the moment.
Message Me • 04:18, July 29, 2020 (UTC)
「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
"Yeah, it's still throbbing," she mumbles, not really intending for MJ to hear it but rather just voicing a general complaint. As she limps into the room, trying not to look a little more lively and less like she just got cursed to change into a hideous beast every full moon. The first thing she does when she's within reach is sit, but unlike her usual gonna flop and hope I don't fall over approach, she sits very slowly and carefully, not wanting to put a lot of sudden weight on her thigh where the bite was. "Firewhiskey?" she requests, glancing at Esme with poorly disguised hope. Look, judge if you want, but if MJ can have her marijuana, then Octavia's getting through this with a surplus of alcohol.
Message Me • 02:52, September 3, 2020 (UTC)
「 MJ Boleyn 」Cloudy with a chance of anxiety • Hufflepuff Alum
28 y/o
Werewolf
Author
Single
If Mary Jade was a legilimens and been able to hear Octavia's thoughts-she would have winced. In her humble opinion-medicinal weed was a little bit different than drinking yourself into the gutter. Naturally, MJ heard Octavia's first comment and took the jar as she wandered over to Octavia's side. "Do you want me to rub it on? I don't mind..." she trailed off, tentatively sitting beside her and shook the jar lightly, watching Octavia's face. "And...water. Please," she said, her gaze flicking back to her other sister. MJ didn't like this situation. Not one bit. Years ago, all three of them were close. But now...it was as if they were all strangers.
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