Purchased shortly after being forced to relocate by the Ministry of Magic, this modern house is located in Hogsmeade, just a path away from the Entrance Gates to Hogwarts. While shrouded amongst trees, it still appears invisible to any non-resident until well inside the protective charms, if only to prevent particularly adventurous students from trespassing during their Hogsmeade visits. The house's interior is quite spacious with seven bedrooms, including the master bedroom, four bathrooms, a living room, family room, and dining room. There's a fenced backyard with a small, decked path down to a lake. To the side of the house, there's another path leading to a Greenhouse set up for Oberon to work as he likes in privacy. Casa Fox-Sinclair is currently home to Oberon Fox, Mackenzie Sinclair, and her three children: Jessie Alina, Ryder Harlow, and Caden Lucas.
It's been a long, emotionally taxing day for Mackenzie. Even if it wasn't to play, going back to the quidditch field caused a lot of old feelings to resurface. The pain, the feeling of loss, all of it. It came rushing back and had nearly overwhelmed her before she reminded herself to hold on for her children's sake. She'd persisted and done well on her first day coaching the Holyhead Harpies. It had been a lot of getting to know their strengths and weaknesses in preparation for the competitions that were coming up. Tomorrow would be a more trialing day; she'd be running drills with them, and that meant getting on a broom to ensure they did well. Something she hadn't done in some time. Mackenzie is dwelling on this as she enters the house, dropping her bags near the door before padding down the hall and into the living room. "I'm home!"
He was sitting on the floor of the living room, holding Jessie up in the air, flying the little girl around with ease. He'd offered to help care for the kiddos over the summer since he wasn't teaching, and he wanted to do whatever he could to help out his sister. "Look who's home!" He said, turning the little girl in the direction of her Mum.
Any prior stress melts away when she sees her daughter, giggling, in Oberon's arms. Mac approaches the duo without hesitance, but instead of dropping roots in the floor, sits on the sofa. She doesn't think she'll have the energy to stand up if she sits on the floor. "Hi, baby," she coos, grinning. "Have you been good for Uncle Oberon today?"
Mackenzie heaves a long sigh. She should've expected that question and prepared for it more diligently. Why didn't se? Leaning back on the couch, she rests her head back and stares at the ceiling while she recollects her thoughts. "It was hard," she admits, after a long pause. "Being there, without - without her. And I still haven't even touched a broom. I just - I want to do this, but I don't want it to end up being too much for me to deal with," she frowns slightly. Her eyes burn a little, and it's then she realizes it's unshed tears that want to make themselves present. "I don't want to disappoint her by never touching a broom again."
"This isn't even the worst of it, Ob. I should be able to handle a quidditch pitch. What am I going to do when Jessie starts asking why she only has one parent? It's - I just - I don't know. If Teagan were here, she'd tell me to move on, but I can't. She was... everything," Mackenzie's frown deepens, like there's more in her mind, but she shakes her head and just turns to look at her brother. "This is going to be tougher than I thought, huh?"
Mackenzie nods. She partially agrees. It'll be easier now that she can fully count on her brother, versus when she'd been alone in Birmingham, but there are still many battles she'll have to fight on her own. Clearing her throat, swallowing the painful lump in her throat, and blinking the tears away, Mackenzie gives him a questioning look. "Where are the boys?"
She nods, seemingly accepting the length of their nap, and then diverts her attention to Jessie. She's stopped giggling by now, enraptured by the toys just a couple feet away. "And how was your day with the kids? I can't thank you enough for watching over them. It means the world to me."
"For you," Mac is quick to retort, huffing a little as she glares playfully at her daughter. Jessie seems to have caught on, and is now grinning openly at both Oberon and Mackenzie. "Tell Uncle Obi how you caused more trouble than Ryder and Caden," she encourages. Her daughter nods along, now with a composed expression as she tells him, "They bothered me a lot, so I bothered them back."
He raised his eyebrows. "Well, I have some flesh-eating plants that could use some Jessie fingers if that happens again," he warned. His expression was playfully solemn-- Jessie knew he was kidding, but there was also a warning behind it too.
Mac bites back a laugh at the hysterical look that's overtaken her daughter's expression. "No - you wouldn't! I'm too fast for you, anyways, old man!" A laugh erupts from her throat as she begins squirming, trying to wiggle her way out of his grasp. "I'll prove it to you!"
"Oh, no, Jessie! What have you done? Now you've gone and unleashed the tickle monster," Mackenzie can't help but join in on her brother and daughter's laughter. Everything inside her is warm and fuzzy, and if it were up to Mackenzie, she'd live in this moment forever. "Uncle Obi, no! St - stop! Come on, old man, I'm - I'm - ah!" Jessie is in a fit of laughter, eyes squeezing shut as she squirms, her small hands trying to push his fingers away. "I'm gonna get you, Uncle Obi!"
Jessie waits a couple moments to catch her breath, but quickly looks like she's about to launch herself at Oberon to tickle him back. Mackenzie is about to call out a warning to him, just for appearances as she knows her brother has to be seeing the not-so-subtle child, when the baby monitor begins emitting a soft babble. Huh? Oh, wait. The boys. Giving both of them one last look, she pats him in the back before standing up and moving around them to make her way to the nursery. "Be careful," she calls, over her shoulder. The last she hears is a dramatic war cry from her daughter before she throws herself at him, her fingers digging into his belly like he did her. "I got you!"
Jessie Alina's brow is furrowed in concentration, the tip of her tongue poking out of her lips as she swallows down a grin in favor of tickling her uncle adamantly. "I told you I was gonna get you! Mummy, mummy, look! I got Uncle Obi!" she exclaims, finally giving in and laughing loudly. She becomes tired quickly, though, and lasts only a few more seconds before she's dropping her arms and just hugging Uncle Obi instead. "Ahhh... I got you, like I told you I would. See, I'm a good tickle monster, too!"
Jessie only grins at him before leaning in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before getting off him and standing up. "And now... food! Muuuuuum, I'm hungry!" she shouts in the general direction of the stairs, but the only response she gets is more babbling from her brothers through the monitor.
He filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. He put a lid on it, and tapped the stove with his wand, lighting it. "You let me know when you see bubbles in the water. It's a very important job," he said with a nod.
When Mackenzie comes into the kitchen, a baby in each arm, she finds herself suddenly regretting holding both of her sons. She'd have loved to capture the moment with her camera. Damn. "Aww, you're gonna cook?" Mackenzie grins as she carefully walks over, dropping a kiss to her daughter's temple before moving around to place each boy in his feeding chair with their respective bottles containing water. She wasn't keen on letting them crawl around the house unsupervised. "Are you gonna cook it all on your own with Uncle Oberon, or are you gonna let mum help?"
"Don't lean in too close, Jess," she says, the hint of a warning in her voice. Until that moment, having received no response, she had huffed and moved to collect two bowls as well as several ingredients from the pantry to start making some cookies. Not from scratch - she was horrible at that - but the premade batter ones. "The water is really hot, alright? And don't touch anything unless Uncle Ob tells you to, either."