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Schmidt Residence
 


SchmidtResidence

 When it became clear the original Schmidt Household was becoming too crowded, a second residence was built right next to it. As the lands are Schmidt property, it wasn't very difficult to build it. It's very spacious and currently houses Blake Schmidt, her husband and children, her brother and niece Aeron and Leyla Schmidt, and essentially any and every other relative of theirs that couldn't be allocated in the previous generation's home.

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Roleplay[]

Roman and Blake[]

RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

He was in the kitchen, reading the sport section of the daily prophet, his feet on the other chair and drinking a cup of coffee. He was a little bit bleary eyed and was praying none of the kids started screaming or bothering him. He was dressed in nothing but tracksuit pants, what he slept in, and figured he could fully wake up in an hour or so.


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 00:48, July 4, 2018 (UTC)

Blake had just checked in and Rhiannon was still sleeping soundly, which meant so were the rest - they all usually woke up in clusters. She pads down the stairs, slipping into the kitchen quietly. She'd gone out for a run earlier that morning and had come in around an hour ago, giving her plenty of time to shower and get into something more comfortable for the day before she was off for work. "Morning," she mumbles, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she walks by him before moving over the kitchen island to grab herself a mug of coffee.


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

He grunted as he felt her lips, not noticing her walk in. "Morning, love," he said, "there's a cup for you in the microwave." He didn't want it to get cold. "Should have told me you were having a shower, I would have joined you."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 01:09, July 4, 2018 (UTC)

Blake nods her head, turning to take the mug from the microwave instead of making herself some more. It's still hot, thankfully, but not enough that she has to worry about burning her tongue off. She takes a sip and hums appreciatively - he still knows how she likes it. "You were asleep when I came in," she points out quietly, and takes another sip.


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"For thirty minutes with you, I would have woken up," he pointed out as he took a sip of his coffee. "I'd have bet there'd have been some part of me was awake when you walked in."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 15:30, July 4, 2018 (UTC)

She has half a mind to make a retort: there was no such thing as partially awake for Roman. It was all or nothing, excluding the one hour after he drags himself out of bed. "Aw, is today one of those I'm going to prove I have a heart kind of days?" she smirks. "That's sweet, Rome."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Actually I just tried to make a d-ck joke, didn't seem to work," he retorted as he flipped the page of the newspaper, "but today's Wednesday, that kind of day only falls on your birthday."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 22:28, July 4, 2018 (UTC)

Blake chortles, doing her best to hide it behind the rim of her mug. She swallows thickly, wincing a little. Her coffee may not be that hot, but it still burns down her throat. "In order to make that kind of joke," she croaks, "You need to have a d-ck. Or at least one that's big enough," she drawls, smirking.


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

He turned his eyes onto Blake, raising a slow eyebrow. "You want to try me, love? Maybe out for size?" He asked before hesitating, "they do say most of my d-ck's in my personality."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 13:41, July 5, 2018 (UTC)

"You've got a fair share," she says, casually, like she isn't kind of insulting her husband. "But I already knew about that before marrying you," she shrugs, the edge of her lips quirking slightly. "Are you taking the kids out today or do you plan to stay in?"


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Dunno yet," he confessed, rolling his eyes over at her, "I might take them out somewhere, though. Maybe I'll find a Quidditch match or something."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 23:03, July 5, 2018 (UTC)

"I think the Tornadoes and Wasps have a friendly today," she says. "I think they'd love it if you took them."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Do they? Fuck, I need to keep up," he said, making a face, flicking through the paper to try and find something on it. "When's work starting?"


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 20:49, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

"In a couple hours. Not for much time, though - the girls have a meet and greet, and Sadie's going with them. Something about getting them more connected with avid quidditch fanatics," Blake shrugs. Looking down at the paper, her nose crinkles. "You do know we have a TV, right? With news?"


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Maybe so, but I look dignified and smarter through reading the paper," he responded, "plus, you don't get the comics with the television news, do you?"


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 22:01, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

"There's cartoon channels, Rome. We have cable. Not just local channels," she rolls her eyes as she finishes her coffee, and places the mug in the sink. The sink's already charmed to do all the dishwashing. (Unless the kids are acting up.) When she passes by Rome again, headed into the kitchen, she claps her husband on the shoulder. "You're lucky I love you, mein schatz."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Sure, they're good, but they don't come near the Garfield comics, not even the adaption," he responded, giving her a look as if it was obvious. In payback for the shoulder, his hand clapped back at her. Of course, it was in an area that made him glad none of the kids were awake. Of course, he wasn't hard. "One day I'm going to learn another language so I can call you pet names with it," he said, calling after her. After a second, he decided to get up and follow her. What could he say? Like she was leaving him on that note.


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 02:32, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

Of course he's gone ahead and done that, she thinks, with an accompanying eyeroll and amused smirk. Sitting on the sofa, she waits for his inevitable appearance, and then laughs when he drags himself in. "What's wrong? Didn't want to be alone with your comics?" she teases. Blake makes sure to keep her voice low, because Rhiannon is still a light sleeper and so is Lisbet. And she quite enjoys these little moments with Roman, thank you very much. "Welcome to the big kid world, love."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

He threw himself on the couch. "Oh, ha ha," he said, rather sarcastically, "didn't want to make you jealous, sweetheart, and we both know whatever you put on is nothing on this. Mark my words."


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 16:02, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

Blake's eyes narrow. Because she's almost as big of a child as her husband is, when she turns on the TV, she clicks on one of the old cartoon channels, smiling pleasantly when she sees one of the first few episodes of Tom and Jerry is airing. "Not good my ass."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

Unfortunately, though he'd argue comics can be funny, short and sweet, he was a sucker for Tom and Jerry and instantly tossed the newspaper aside to watch. "Yeah, yeah, if you want me to kiss it I will," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, his eyes already glued on the screen. "Know this show ends through suicide?"


Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 22:03, July 18, 2018 (UTC)

"Just kiss it? Come on, now," she tsks, smirking. "No, I didn't, but thank you for making it clear many cartoon writers were mentally deranged."


RS
Roman Schmidt - Gryffindor Alumni

-Beater for Puddlemere United
Message Me – {{{2}}}

"Just making sure you were in touch with reality, love," he responded before leaning over to kiss her on the temple, murmuring, "I could do other stuff, if you're okay with the risk of being caught?"


Blake and Rhian[]

Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 21:04, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

As it turned out, feeding over ten people was harder than it seemed, especially when you were dealing with people that emptied the fridge for a living (Aeron, Leyla & Emilia) or were really, really picky with what they ate (everyone else). She's just apparated to the front porch, appearing with a loud crack. In each hand she's carrying at least like five bags of groceries, and honestly - if she wasn't as fit as she was, she might have just killed a few of her relatives just so she wouldn't have to feed so many mouths.


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 21:12, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
To say that she's nervous would be an understatement. To be honest, shitting bricks doesn't come close to it, either. All that Rhian knows is that she's nearly forty, and she's currently stood outside of the Schmidt home - a house she vowed almost twenty years ago that she'd never return to - with her hands shaking in her pockets and her throat as dry as sandpaper. The owl that Blake had sent her is in her bag, just a roll of parchment with a short note and address which she'd followed as fast as her reluctant legs would carry her. With a shaky breath, she knocks twice on the door, hoping she doesn't look as ill as she feels.
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 21:27, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

She was busy putting dragging the bags into the kitchen and beginning to unload them when she heard the knocks on the door. Her brow furrowed. It couldn't be Sadie, or any of her nieces or nephews - they had the tendency to just barge in. It couldn't be her husband, either, let alone any of the Harpies, hence why she came to the conclusion that it could only be one person: Rhian Josephs. "Just a second," she calls, hurrying to put away all the cold items: ice cream, ham, cheese, etc etc. Once that's done with, she appears at the door and opens it. And there she is, looking just like she did the last time she saw her. "Rhian," she says, softly, just barely refraining from smiling.


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 21:30, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
When the door opens, Rhian feels all the blood rush from her head at the sight in front of her: Blake Schmidt, all grown up, tall and blonde and beautiful and so healthy-looking, so different to when they'd parted ways and she'd been a scrawny little depressed kid, a few minutes from killing herself at any moment. It takes her a while to get her mouth to coordinate with her brain, and when it finally does, she simply says, "Blake. Wow. You look - wow."
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 21:39, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

In all sincerity, Blake doesn't know what to say. She can see - feel - Rhian's eyes going over, and there's no doubt in her mind that she's thinking about the last time they encountered each other, when she was as thin as paper and minutes away from dying. She swallows the lump in her throat, allowing herself a tiny smile as she surges forward, wrapping her arms around Rhian's figure. "Yeah," she agrees, quietly. "Thanks to you."


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 21:43, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Hugging Blake takes her right back to being twenty-four and a concerned mother-figure again, so much so that she feels her eyes well up with sudden emotion and she has to rapidly blink back the tears before they threaten to spill. "What are you talking about?" she whispers, running her fingers through Blake's hair soothingly. "I've not seen you in years. Decades. You've done this all by yourself, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you."
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 21:51, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

"But I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't have gotten married, had kids, or reconnected with any of my siblings. So thank you, for saving me," Blake rests her head on Rhian's shoulder, closing her eyes briefly as she looses in the moment. She had really, really missed her, and it really upset her when her dumbass of a brother just let her walk away. Sucking in a breath, Blake wipes away a stray tear and ultimately pulls away. She gives her her space, standing back and sliding the door open for her. "Come in, come in. Aeron is out with the kids, and they won't be back for another few hours."


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 21:56, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Ah, yes. She'd be informed of Aeron Schmidt and his offspring, and it felt like a dagger to the chest even after all these years - she'd had dreams of them having their own kids one day, cute little chubby-cheeked babies with her eyes and his smile, ready to take on the world. But then everything fell apart, as it always does for her. Just her luck, eh? "Great," she grumbles, stepping inside of the house and feeling another crushing wave of nostalgia that almost makes her puke. "Is he - um, how is he?"
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 22:02, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

Blake studies Rhian's face, doing what she can to keep hers cleared. No curiosity, no judgment. Just like it's always been between them. "Not his, if that's what you're thinking. Mine," she utters. She shuts the door behind Rhian and leads her further into the residence, into the living room. Although it wasn't the same house she used to live in, it was structured nearly the same, hence why she navigated it with ease even though she's been living there a grand total of... a week? "He's... alright, I suppose. Having Leyla didn't make him any more mature, so he's still the same child that he was fifteen years ago," Blake smiles slightly. "Do you want some tea, water, coffee?"


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 22:06, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Leyla. Pretty name. Something churns in the pit of Rhian's stomach: god, she hopes she doesn't end up resenting the kid when she eventually meets her, because that really isn't fair. "Um, no, I'm good. Thanks, though." Perching herself on the couch, Rhian's eyes wander over all the family pictures pinned on the walls and on mantlepieces, going through every emotion possible in the space of a few seconds. Lord, this is hard. She should be in these photos, she knows she should. If only. "How are the kids? Yours, I mean." They'd been briefly mentioned in the letter, but not in any detail. To be honest, any small talk will do to calm her nerves - she's constantly expecting Aeron to walk through the door.
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 22:23, July 1, 2018 (UTC)

The look on Rhian's face makes her heart hurt. She deserved better, and Blake knows this better than basically anyone. She smiles when Rhian brings up her children, and plucks a picture frame hanging from the wall to show her. She begins pointing at her kids, rattling off details about them like a proud mum. "That's Wolfgang. We adopted him a few years ago, when he was two, and he's a metamorphmagus. He's someone new every day. Next to him are Emilia, Lukas and Klaus. The boys are nine, and Emilia is eight. They're the ones worth worrying about - they're worse than I was when I was eleven, and you know that says a lot. There's Lisbet - she's five, and very sweet, and her cousins haven't corrupted her yet, thankfully. The little one - the one Wolfgang is holding - is Rhiannon. Rhian, for short. She turns two in a couple weeks," she grins a little. "I, um - I named her after you, y'know. It felt right. Still does. When my parents died, when everything went down, you were there. And... it meant - means - a lot to me."


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 18:35, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
Hearing Blake proudly introduce her children makes Rhian beam; it’s mad to think that this kid, now a gorgeous woman, has even settled down, never mind had children. It really hits her at the me top of Rhiannon - just hearing that makes Rhian instantly well up, out of both happiness and a longing for what could have been. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you, you’ve done so well for yourself.”
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 18:57, July 3, 2018 (UTC)

Blake chuckles, but it's watery, like she's seconds away from breaking and crying. She'd really, really missed Rhian. It was unbelievable. "I have, haven't I?" Blake sniffles, hand instinctively raising to wipe away a stray tear or two. "I - umm," she clears her throat. "What about - what about you? What've you been up to all these years?"


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 19:12, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
At that question, Rhian let’s out a little chuckle, just as surprised at the answer as Blake will be. “Well, you’ll never believe this,” she opens with, turning on the couch to angle herself towards Blake. “I’m a - well, I guess you could call it a social worker? I help magical kids whose parents have kicked them out, for whatever reason: sexuality, being half-blood, being a vampire or werewolf and whatnot. I don’t know how I got into it, but it feels...I dunno. I’m being someone who I really needed as a kid, which is nice.”
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 19:19, July 3, 2018 (UTC)

Blake grins so widely it threatens to split her face. She'd always known Rhian would end up working with kids who needed help, ever since the time she found her depressed and suicidal. But still, to hear her utter the words, it's wonderful. Rhian made something out of herself despite the hardships. "Ahh, Rhian, that's great! It suits you," she beams. "Do you work in one specific area, or do you just go where you're needed?"


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 21:36, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
The positive reaction surprises her; she hadn’t known what she’d been expecting, probably criticism and scepticism like what she’d received her entire life. At the reply, Rhian bites by her bottom lip to suppress the growing smile and looks down, picks at her fingernails. “Here, there’s and everywhere, really. They, um - they want me to foster, but that’s a bit of a leap.”
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 21:43, July 3, 2018 (UTC)

"Rhian Josephs, a foster mom?" she pauses, mostly for dramatic effect. Blake is still smiling when she leans over, nudging Rhian playfully. "I can totally see that. You'd be an excellent caretaker. I mean, God knows you were an excellent mother figure to me after mom passed away."


Rhianjosephs
Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel
- “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.”
Message Me - 13:22, July 5, 2018 (UTC)
The compliments feel so out-of-place it almost makes her uncomfortable, but not as much as they warm her from the inside-out, making her almost glow with pride. "I should've stuck around longer," she admits, voice quiet - yes, she was a decent mother figure - but only for the brief period where she was actually there for her. "I just took off, I only thought about myself. When Aeron, well, died -" It makes her wince, how long she'd actually believed that "- I just disappeared, left you all in the lurch. That was awful of me."
Adrianne
Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager

-We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Message Me – 13:41, July 5, 2018 (UTC)

"I... understand why you did it. It was difficult for me to see it, at first, but I got there. I'd have left, too, so... I don't blame you for the decisions you made back then. Besides, it's not like there were many of us left to abandon. Just... me, really," she pauses and swallows. She's never really enjoyed talking about that period in her life, mostly out of fear she'll go down that rabbit hole all over again, but with Rhian's unexpected return (she might've sent her an owl, but she didn't expect to see her in the flesh so soon), it seemed like she was going to have to go back to where it all started. Or ended, whichever perspective you want to see it from. There's more she wants to say - so much more - but she honestly doesn't expect to get more than a sentence in without crying yet, so she decides to just stay quiet, let Rhian process her words.
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