Welcome long neglected in my journal:) After a few revisions I will revive it again and can be a bit more active in the LJ community. I do not know yet how many in German and how much will be in English, which is probably on my mood ...
A little something to me - I am my name is Eli, nineteen years old and come from Filderstadt, near Stuttgart. Since this fall I'm studying art history and Germanic studies at the University of Tübingen, and since November I live here with my sister a cute little apartment. I write fantasy, male strange abstract images which my sisters then hang on their walls, give out too much money on clothes and partying through the night. Student life rocks. The was now the short version, but maybe.
Why I start the blog? Because I've made up my mind in the new year a bit more active to be in the Lolita community, after I got the last year but cut back a lot. In Animexx you find me the way under the name Clarice_de_la_Cielle under Dunkelsüß on Elle. I wear Lolita since 2008, every now and then a regular and then again for a while almost not at all, and this year in the fall I have some pretty stupid events forced to sell almost half my wardrobe, I had to a car accident a pig expensive retraining to do to my driver's license to be allowed to keep, and then I just moved to what additional funding was not easy. What we are already talking about the topic for today's post because I have the New Year's Meme snapped, this is the move to LJ, and want my review of the past year and share my views with you again next:) FSJ children aborted in the circus in Schwäbisch Hall and moved back home to get it in the Diakoniestation continue in our village - -
Review 2010
one of the best decisions of the year .
- something like a slow Defining my own style made even if I am still far from through with him consistently.
- made a lot of contacts. Many stopped, have not I gutgetan.
- My love for the nightlife discovered and danced countless nights.
- Verliebt entliebt, raved, forgotten. With the complete human, which I once thought my great love. A heart broken.
- Many beautiful clothes and shoes bought:) First Brand Apparel, Meta \u0026lt;3
- Many beautiful things again sold; _;
Resolutions 2010
- good with my money households - I want to be able this year to make fire.
- get along with my sister, we hate it, but somehow we love ourselves.
- weight loss. And indeed a lot. I am currently at 80 kilos to 1.69 m, and even if no one believes me and all ask where I hinstecke that, I'm overweight and should be slow to do something about it again.
- go back to Lolita meeting. I've met through the Stuttgart Candy Mountain meeting some really wonderful girl, but unfortunately, some with whom I had my problems, and although I'm usually someone who over unpleasant people can ignore good and still has fun, me, it has unfortunately just caught in the wrong time, and spoiled the fun of it all. I want to do well in any case to go to a few more meetings.
- much more.
- Learn More! Art history is a great subject that has done nothing to deserve my laziness. Right now I should be sitting on my term paper on John Constable, I piece of rotten.
So much for today, and see you soon \u0026lt;3
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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I wanted you so tubes, a Christmas song, but says my man so I was a bit late to it. So I will limit myself to wish all my fans a happy new year - and I hope that you not take too literally. Martin told me about that is that everything in Germany and the winter snow total chaos broke out. So please: Do not slide the car, you do not slip on ice, but on Sundays you just slip the new year - with best wishes from me, my people and the other lions in the way we "snow" can not join this year.
We have just recently in the south: the Gulf of Naples, where even in December blows even a relatively mild breeze (okay, 9 ° C - but mine is better than heat was the summer I was not here in fact be.) even if the sky is quite cloudy today. But that does not bother me. I am of busy. I must run beauty care - even if Martin complaining.
(c) Wolfgang Digel, December 2010
He finds once again that I should use bitt'schön but not the supporting beams for claw sharpening. Because if he had not placed enough scratching posts in my enclosure?
He has. But I must still use the shore, seeing ... So, how should I say it? At best, I'll show:
(c) Wolfgang Digel, December 2010
So if you look here closely you see that my man is not only in terms of interior design something has come up (no pruning, but it He has directed me in the corner a nice Strohbettchen), but ... So, I got 'nice neighborhood. Princess and Diamond are next to me pulled in and as you can see from the picture so, Diamond is already strong interest in me. She flirts with the grid - and that it is now especially important that I always look good. Why should I use and the support beams to scratching. Namely because I can show that I not only great nails, but also a sure six-pack (has not Mr Kasanga!) And have a manly chest. And if Mr Kasanga always says that he merely because he has black in his mane and on to the stomach than my last, great as I was - Nope! I know I'm special and the girls certainly recognize the!
(c) Wolfgang Digel, December 2010
also like it here in Italy. The people here are very enthusiastic about me (. Okay, my German audience, but the Italians are all there), tastes the food and in general: Travel broadens the mind! Even our man has already learned a little Italian - if this keeps up, he may soon order a single accident in Italian Steak! I, meanwhile, the girls purr something about "bella ragazza" and "Amore" in the ears - and who knows what it will lead to?
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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2036
"Silent night, holy night ..." Cheerful Henry came humming into the bedroom.
"Take it not amiss to me, honey," Lily said, without looking up from her parchment, "but you can not sing at all." She was sitting cross-legged on her bed and wrote a furious pace in full vellum.
"So what?" Said Henry, to the sweater over her head and threw him over a chair. "It is not yet on the skill. It is important that I enjoy. "Next, he threw his jeans on the chair and next to his wife on the big bed. Lily, who knew her husband had raised prudently the ink bottle so that it tipped over and not the white linen coloring.
"Say the time your daughter," muttered Lily. She placed the ink bottle back down and rubbed her big belly.
Henry stretched out his arm and put his hand on the belly of his wife. With bright eyes, he left them. He had to keep re fascinated by the movements, which he felt in the belly of his wife. It was hard to believe that there really their child was inside.
"And I thought that babies love music."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Music. Not Katzengejaule. "Contradicted she dipped her pen and back into the inkwell.
"You hurt me deeply," Henry announced dramatically. "First you insult my singing ability and then you is so stupid parchment important than me."
"Five minutes," said Lily, without lifting the pen. "The item must be completed. I got him Anthony promised. After that, I'm on maternity leave. Then I will no longer spring mix. "
Henry looked at his wife doubtfully. He could remember a day in her marriage where she had held no pen in hand. Even when she had had thirty-nine degrees fever, she had not stopped writing.
"I'll believe it when I see it," he muttered and put his ear to her belly. Lily had not disturbed them, she continued calmly. However, she felt reassured, as her daughter stopped it, connect it so strong. Henry's voice always had a very calming effect on them. At least if he did not sing.
your pen again dipped into the ink to write the last sentence, then they shut the barrel carefully. She read her article again through improved her magic wand a few errors and was then heavily on the bed. She opened the window and then glanced at her watch. She had written Anthony this morning when she was about to be finished with their articles and its chief had promised to send a Expresseule.
fluttered Half a minute later, a nimble little owl into the room, landed on Lily's dressing table and stretched out his legs expectantly. Lily tied the rolled parchment carefully laid out and chased him, then quickly back out into the snowy cold night.
Henry had watched the whole shaking his head. His eyes fell on the three golden feathers on the shelf, which Lily had been awarded as the best reporter. He proudly watched his ambitious wife, who take it in spite of her pregnancy in the eighth month and Christmas is not allowed to write an article ready. "You are incredible, "he whispered.
Lily looked at him smiling and then lay down beside him on the bed. With a happy sigh, she reached out and closed his eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Said Henry then asked anxiously. Now that she had finished her article, she was again capable of a sensible conversation. "Does your back still hurt so much?"
Lily took his hand and placed it on her belly and clasped her fingers with his. "Yes. The drink of Ted seems to work really. " she replied, her eyes again. She smiled at him. "Do not worry. We are doing well. "With her free hand she drove through his hair.
"I can not tell you how relieved I will be when the baby is finally here." Muttered Henry. He had read a book about pregnancy and birth and after all the horror scenarios that were described in it, get terrified that something could go wrong. Since it was also not care that Lily had assured him that there had never been in her family problems and were all involved all births always good had. She had little fear of childbirth, she could expect not only to finally be able to keep her little daughter in her arms. Since she had learned that she was pregnant, she longed for this moment.
"I know," she said. He leaned to her and kissed her.
"And next year we went to three." His eyes lit up. "Hey, maybe we can do if the child is older, sing Christmas songs in the canon."
Lily sat up and stared at him in horror. "Over my Dead body! "
Merry Christmas to all!
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! Amanda, no, the spit off again, "said Tia horrified when she discovered that her daughter is chewing on a Christmas star, which they actually at the tree had wanted to hang. Awkward, they bent down to take away her the star.
"Tia, what are you doing!" Al looked at his wife punitive. "You but shalt not bend over! "
Tia rolled her eyes. She took the star with violent protests by Amanda at him, and laid him on the TV. Then came the half-year Amanda not approach. Then she watched her husband, who looked at her reproachfully. She shrugged her shoulders. "What? The Christmas tree is decorated not by itself. And this does not work without bending over. "
It was already her third pregnancy and Al introduced himself still as if it were made of china. Just because the healer had advised her to have a gentle start, because their blood pressure was too high, would Al they liked in the bedroom, locked away so that they also did nothing. Unfortunately, he had made her two young daughters, Haley and Amanda, a spanner in the works. They had absolutely together with Tia want to decorate the tree. Okay, Haley wanted to decorate it with her. Amanda was content to sit on the floor and watch them here.
"What about magic?" Suggested Al front of her.
"No, Daddy!" Contradicted her father Haley vigorously. "That's not the same! The Christmas tree is decorated by hand. "
Al laughed and shook his head and pulled some tinsel from the hair of his four year old daughter. "You've probably even better decorated." Haley shrugged his shoulders, he took the tinsel out of his hand and threw it on the tree.
Al gave up. Against this raw female power it did not matter. He was just glad that Tia and in February he would get a boy. He needed some male support. He sat on the floor next to Amanda and pulled the box with the jewelry itself. "How about if I simply give the jewelry?" He finally struck a compromise. "Then you have to at least not stoop."
Tia smiled at him lovingly and said that they agree. Although he was her terrible with his Führsorglichkeit got on her nerves, she still found it sweet of him that he was so worried about her. If they would not listen to his constant interference, then you would be missing something in the pregnancy.
you accepted the bauble, the Al before Amanda was just able to save, and they hägte on one of the pine branches. She cast a Look at the side of her daughter, who had apparently found only in tinsel favor. Sheer bright colors you could see the green of the tree, let alone any more.
"Beautiful," she praised Haley, as she looked inquiringly.
A satisfied smile spread across her face. "Look, Daddy," she said triumphiered to her father, pointing to the tree. nodded "With a magic Mummy would never attempt it so beautiful."
Al respectfully and held out his arms. Haley sat on his lap and leaned her head to his chest. Then she looked at the part of the tree which adorned her mother now. "There is still missing tinsel, Mummy," she said seriously.
Tia stepped back a few steps and looked at the tree-critical. She nodded. "I think you're right, sweetheart. But I'm afraid you've used up all the tinsel that. "
" Oh. "Haley looked around the living room, and in fact, anywhere she could find tinsel. Not even in her hair. "Well can, so maybe you take something from me," she finally struck generous before.
"This is really fond of you," Tia said, smiling. "But perhaps we can simply not be changed. Then missing on your side nothing. "
Haley looked at the tree for a long time critical. Finally, she nodded. "Okay." She turned to Al and looked at him sternly. "As long as you alter the fact changeable only Daddy. You have no taste that is real. "
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"Ich fass es nicht, dass du mich dazu überredet hast", sagte James missmutig und klammerte sich am Arm seiner Frau Julia fest. "Ich hab mir bestimmt alle Knochen gebrochen."
Julia lachte und versetzte ihrem Mann einen Schubs. "Jetzt hab dich doch nicht so, du Weichei!", rief sie. "Du hast dir beim Quidditch schon weitaus schlimmere Verletzungen zugezogen." Sie musterte ihn von Kopf bis Fuß. "Ich wette, dir tut nicht mal irgendwas weh."
James schaute sie entsetzt an. "Ich kenne dich überhaupt nicht. Da fliege ich vor deinen Augen auf die Nasal scream like crazy, even bring that little boy over there to cry and you doubt my sincerity? "He was about to turn on his heel, but lost his balance and rowed wild with the poor, a new to prevent the event.
Julia hurried to him and grabbed his arm, but instead of helping him, he accidentally pulled her with him to the ice.
"Ouch!" Cried Julia with pain with face and rubbed her belly. James' elbow, she had driven there.
He knelt down and looked at his wife immediately concerned. Fortunately, he could see blood anywhere. "Is everything all right? I'm sorry, I did not hurt you. "
Julia smiled at him reassuringly. She raised her hand, which was in a red glove and stroked his cheek. "I'm fine, do not worry." He looked so relieved in that they could not help but to pull him down to her and kiss her stormy. Merlin, how she loved this man!
James eventually ceased breathing heavily from her. "Should not we just forget the skating and go back to the hotel?" He suggested.
She bit her lip and tilted his head. "I do not know. You wanted absolutely before the Rockefeller Center ice skating. Besides, you have two minutes later alleged that you've broken every bone in you body. "She looked at him with raised eyebrows. She did a lot of fun skating, but James was able to find no pleasure at all about what was special about it that he was absolutely incompetent.
"I think I've tortured myself long enough. And as for my injuries: the body part that matters, it is absolutely fantastic. You can use the hotel check in you. "He winked at her and tried several times to get up again. However, not closed the way he wanted, because he constantly slipped and landed on his butt. He finally gave up and crawled on his knees to exit. Groaning, he pulled himself up to the gang and breathed in relief as he stood with shaky legs back on solid ground. He never thought that skating was a cruelty Sun
He turned around to see if Julia had emerged from the heels, but she was still the middle of the ice. She wiped the snow off her red hat, her blond hair from her face and then began to walk elegantly across the ice. James watched her fascinated. Earlier, he was so focused on not falling down, that he had not paid attention to them. But now ... it was fantastic. She was the best on the whole ice surface. Their movements were graceful and they even managed a little pirouette. And she claims she was only a few times as a little girl skating! That was the understatement of the century!
Ten minutes later, before she slowed from James and looked at him happily. Her cheeks were red and her eyes sparkled. "Sorry, that you had to wait so long. I wanted to make a small round and then ... "She looked at him sheepishly.
James shook his head. He leaned over the boards and kissed her. "You're beautiful," he whispered to her. "I could watch you for hours there. If you still want to continue ... "
She interrupted him with a kiss. Then she left the ice and threw herself into his arms. "I will now only you," she protested.
James grinned. He certainly would not disagree.
Friday, December 17, 2010
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21st December: "Simon, come to Daddy" Hugo / Clara
2045
, Hugo called alluring and spread his arms. He watched his year-old son attention, the zuschwankte slowly to him. On his birthday he had begun to run, even if he was already three steps back down to his butt. Hugo was still proud beyond measure to his child, and since then it constantly encouraged to run again.
"Hugo, now let him but once a While playing alone! ", His wife Clara blamed him shaking his head. She was carrying a box of garlands, which they had brought from the attic.
"Oh come on, it makes it fun," protested and began to believe Hugo Simon, before he could once again fall to the ground. He felt his son firmly clutched in the sweater that his grandmother had given him. "And practice makes perfect," he added.
Clara shook her head. "You do just that at last he was riding on the toy broom can that you Angela have bought back then. Just because she has refused. "
" So sorry again! ", Outraged, and left with Hugo Simon down at her large dining table, where Clara is now the garland pulled out of the box and after Assorted colors. Of course she was right. He had bought his daughter for her second birthday a toy broom. He had as a child himself had one and could still remember how happy he was flown out. But to his disappointment was Angela burst into tears and refused to try out the broom at all. His only hope now was Simon. But Clara refused to let her son fly through the air when he could not even stand firmly on the ground. So Hugo tried to teach him there as quickly as possible.
"Hugo, if they have inherited my miserable Quidditch talent, then you will probably have to accept it," Clara also rubbed salt into the wound. "Your father has done but also with Rose." But only because he had proven to be quite passable Quidditch player, although he was not as good as his best friend Tommy, who for now Portuguese national team flew.
"I know, "he admitted with a sigh and took a garland from the hands of Simon who had just caught and was put into the mouth. Simon was a cry of protest, but Hugo pushed the stuff relentlessly out of his reach. Finally, his son was content with his own thumb. "Where did you leave Angela?"
your four-year-old daughter Clara was gone in the attic to check the garlands, but they had come down with her mother again.
"She has found a spider up and wanted to see for a while yet," said Clara, and blew lightly the dust of the decoration. But this was so much that they had to start them to cough.
Hugo shook his head. He hated spiders. His Dad was not different. He never thought that his daughter would inspire even so for them. You could spend hours listening to stories about Hagrid Aragog. He had received as a child nightmares about it.
"Daddy?" Hugo looked at the living room door. Angela, covered from head to toe with dust, had drafted the smile with which she had been by Hugo always get what she wanted. "Daddy, I can get a tarantula for Christmas? "she asked earnestly. She looked at him with big, pleading eyes.
Hugo swallowed. Alone at the thought of such a beast, he got goose bumps. Decided he shook his head. Never in his life he would probably feel more in this house when he knew that it was an animal in a room of his daughter. He also would have a mortal fear of them.
"No, Angela. Absolutely not. You do not get any tarantula. "He said firmly. "And no other spider or some insect, with more than two legs." he added, that he had expressed himself very clearly and she did not have any other ideas.
Angela looked at him disappointed. "But Daddy, all my girlfriends -" she began, but Hugo interrupted her.
"You can not tell me, darling. I refuse to believe that even one of your friends has such a beast. "It was not normal for little girls who want to be like that. Where are the whole damn dolls were gone? He looked at Clara, who nodded in agreement and set up an equally repellent expression had like him.
"And if I love all please?" Angela's eyes grew bigger and her voice still imploring. Hugo swallowed. He hated her something to beat, but that was not at all the love in question.
"Look, honey," suggested Clara and Angela moved into her lap. Hugo took a deep breath. When Clara started the case, then it was on a compromise. However, he was not a compromise with respect to a tarantula could live with it. "When you grow up and live alone, then you may have as many tarantulas as you want." Angela sighed. She would now had one happy! "But if you really want to see spiders, then after Christmas we go to the zoo and look at us all together. What do you think of this? "
Hugo was precious little of it, but his daughter seemed to like the proposal. At least it was clear that they would not get a better deal. "All right," she relented. "But if Simon wants a tarantula, then he should get none!" She added, folding his arms over his chest.
Hugo nodded. "I can promise you all set, my darling. So long as I live, will come to this house no tarantula. "
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20th December: Rose / Scorpius
2036
"Aiden, let alone the balls before you even make a break!" Rose admonished her six year old son as she tried itself, the light chain to unravel.
Aiden has preferred, however, not to listen to his mother. He tossed the still red and the blue Christmas ball in the air to catch it again. On his fifth attempt, however, he had no luck. The bullet missed his hand and opened on the ground. She immediately broke into pieces. "Oops." He muttered.
Rose looked up from their lights and made a face. "What did I tell you, Aiden!" She looked at her son punitive.
"Sorry, Mum" contrite, Aiden muttered.
Rose sighed. "Broaching the pieces away. And then get your sister. Tell her that we can now decorate the tree. "
Aiden nodded and ran easy in the broom closet to fetch something, with which it is broken could clean up. He was happy that his mother had not been punished. But it was probably better if it was the rest of the day was good, so they do not think it was something else.
Rose knew what was going on in his head, why she had not punished. Sometimes the fear of punishment more punishment than the punishment itself also had expected something like that. Aiden was always very nervous when Christmas was just around the corner, because he was looking forward to the celebrations and gifts.
He proceeded to sweep up the pieces and throw them in the trash. Then he ran up the stairs to to fetch his sister who was in her room and read any book intended. Diana did so for their loves. It was therefore not surprising that in their name were not much more than books.
rose rose with the light chain in his hand and hung it carefully on the tree. Carefully ensuring that the lights were evenly distributed.
"Urgh!" Scorpius groaned and came down the stairs. He was carrying a large box, which he dropped with a loud sigh on the sofa. "I have this stupid star finally found it. "he explained. "He was in the back corner behind the hideous floor lamp, which gave us my grandfather for the wedding. No idea how he got there. "Shaking his head he looked at his wife, who had just moved her magic wand to bring the lights to light up.
"I can already imagine how he got there," she said, reviewed and checking their work.
"Really?" Replied Scorpius surprised. A moment later, Aiden heruntergepoltert the stairs. Diana, he had in tow. Rose jerked her head on Aiden. "Oh," murmured Scorpius nodded. "Yes, everything is clear."
Diana is looking the wrong tree with a laid head and then went to her mother to her to help get the right jewelry out of the box. Scorpius looked at his two women smiling at it. He found it fascinating, how much seriousness approached the two went to the task. They consulted more detail, what jewelry should get anywhere if he was hanging only right and fitting for coming. If both the Aiden and had left him, then had they are not as made an effort. You could have just something hung on the tree, and then happy about how quickly they were ready.
He pulled the star out of the closet because he had put half the loft on the head. It was intended for the treetop. He tapped his wand to clean it. A moment later he looked as good as new.
Scorpius looked at his wife and his daughter, who were discussing whether the Quidditch players go really, really small. From the corner of his eye he could see Aiden rolled his eyes and bored a Quidditch magazine was caught, in which he flipped now.
"Rose?" He held up the freshly cleaned and pointed star on the tree. "Should I put the star at the top?"
and Diana Rose tilted her head and let her gaze wander from the tree to the star.
Rose looked at him apologetically. "I think this year is not fit to do so. Maybe you should bring it back to the attic. "
Scorpius looked at his wife in disbelief. Angry that he was crawling just one hour for free on that terrible attic, he threw the star back in the box. "You fooled me yet!"
Aiden's eyes lit up. "Mum," he shouted as loud as if he were surrounded only by deaf people. He pointed accusingly at his father. swallowed "Dad has said a bad word!"
Scorpius. He looked at Rose, who had his arms crossed and reproach him with raised eyebrows at her.
Scorpius groaned. That was really shitty Christmas.
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19th December: Roxanne / Oliver
2047
"Look, Maggie," Roxanne said enthusiastically to her little daughter. "This is a roundabout. I've even invented. On its own, the never stop turning. And if you pressed the button there, then starts a small fire station. "Roxanne leaned forward and pressed the red button on the top. She looked into Maggie's face, which shone delighted as she blew the colorful mini fireworks in front of her.
"Did not your Mummy made fantastic?" Asked Oliver, Roxanne's husband, grinning. He was down next to his wife and daughter under the Christmas tree cross-legged. "He is really great, Roxy."
"Thanks," said Roxanne satisfied. accommodate the fireworks in the roundabout had been a bit of a challenge, but together with Hugo and Lucy, she had finally made it. And the customers loved it. In fact the top of the biggest hit under her new offerings. Hugo, Lucy and they would never admit it though, but there was every Christmas a little competition between them. Everyone wanted his inventions were the most popular. In recent years, as Hugo always the best Ideas have had, what, suspected as Roxanne, was due to his paternity. Hugo and his children had inspired the ideas were only as herausgesprudelt from him. But this year they had the lead and that was only Maggie's earnings.
When she learned two years ago that she was barren, she had fallen into a deep hole. Their creativity had been blown away and they had nothing accomplished. Your dog was miserable. But since they had chosen an adoption and Roxanne had met Maggie, it was suddenly gone back up. She felt so happy as never before, and suddenly she was the one been with the many ideas.
And now she sat with her husband and her daughter under the Christmas tree. You did not think that this dream would come true. She had already resigned to having to sit at some time all alone under the tree, as Oliver himself was looking for someone who could give him the children he wanted. But he had made it clear that he would not leave and that they could create everything together and he was right. This wonderful creature in her lap was the proof.
"You have the tree very pretty decorated, "said Roxanne finally to her husband after the fireworks of the gyroscope was extinguished. "It looks beautiful." She did have a good taste and an eye for colors, but at Christmas she was so far always failed. Maybe that was because that as a child always with her father had decorated the tree, and as they had always thrown everything on the tree, which they had been able to find. Oliver had been found as a natural talent for decorating Christmas tree and took on this task with pleasure for years.
"He is but not as good we you two, "Oliver said grandly.
Roxanne laughed. "That goes so well by yourself, my darling." She leaned toward him and kissed him.
"Are you happy?" He asked seriously. The last Christmas spent heartbroken. She had refused to attend the big family celebrations and Oliver had hardly managed to even conjure up a sincere smile on her face. Since Maggie was living with them, although she was much exhausted and tired as earlier, but her smile was something he saw every day on her face. That was the most wonderful gift for him this Christmas. With the exception of Maggie, of course. Maggie was priceless.
you leaned her head against his shoulder and pushed Maggie itself, which still looked ecstatically at the top. "To be honest, I've never been so happy."
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"It is beautiful here, "Ellen whispered reverently and let her gaze wander over the unspoiled landscape. On the last night it had snowed and forest and grassland were covered by a white layer. It looked like a fairy tale. Simply magical.
Fred came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Ellen leaned against him and put her hands on his. "It was a good idea to come here, right?" He assured himself again.
His parents were friends of a weekend at a secluded cabin in the Bergen received a gift from the wonderful of you could come to some fantastic ski slopes. Unfortunately, organized the Falmouth Falcons Quidditch team, Fred's mother had taken over the marketing, just this weekend a fundraiser in which his mother was missing impossible. And without his mother would drive his father, so she had the short term the weekend Fred and Ellen, where as early Christmas gift.
"A fantastic idea," said Ellen, and breathed a relish the fresh mountain air. "It's wonderful here. I'd prefer not to leave. "
"Hmm ..." Fred began to kiss her neck. "You're right." He pushed his hands under Ellen's oversized T-shirt in which she slept like. She shuddered and Fred felt they got goose bumps. Satisfied, he pulled her with him to the bed. They were for more than six years together and it felt nevertheless still far from fantastic and new and exciting.
"We want to ski today," murmured Ellen, and followed him willingly to the bed. She admitted that he her T-shirt over his head moved and then made his nimble mind to free him from his.
"We can later go skiing," said Fred.
"Or not," said Ellen, laughing.
"Your kind of thinking like me," he laughed before he shut her mouth with his lips.
were little later they cuddled up in the big four-poster bed. Fred had closed his eyes and played with Ellen's dark hairs. "Do you really want to go skiing?" He asked sleepily. Ellen shrugged
his shoulders. "Actually, yes. As a child I always like to go skiing. But then we would have to get up so ... "And she felt the moment at all in the situation. This bed was too comfortable.
Fred shook his head. "Not a good idea."
Ellen sat up finally with a sigh. "We are actually pretty stupid. We live together. We can have sex whenever we want. But we get to go skiing so rare ... "It was a beautiful landscape. And mainly because they came here. Not because of the fantastic four-poster bed, which stood in the pretty cottage. They had taken the trouble to rent ski equipment from various friends. Now they should use them, if they had been dragged along.
"You're right." Fred sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He reached for his boxers and put them on. He just looked around for his vest, when his eye fell out the window. There were so many flakes of snow, the forest that he certainly could not see. He turned to his girlfriend, who also stared out the window. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Looks good from like we would not now get it to go skiing."
Ellen laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "As you can probably do nothing." They would also at other times to skiing.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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Is not that an old saying? "Is dance man of the house, the cats on the table"? So, our man was yesterday visiting his Zweibeinerfamilie. We of course he's well cared for and -Guarded during one of his assistants left behind and we were on time, despite Martin's absence served our breakfast and then were allowed into the outdoor enclosure to enjoy our free Monday.
And as I lay on my favorite since this board, I heard a radio near music. Some Italian dumplings tenor sang "Amore" and "che bella ragazza" - the beautiful girl, after which he yearns. And somehow, he told one of them then that the Italian women are very beautiful and classy. In his view, because he may be right, but what Martin and I'm concerned, we prefer people with a certain girl born in Switzerland lady with long black Hair, blue eyes, wonderful humor and grace that can also cook excellent venison. I miss the right moment (Martin less -. To visit them so often and also often on the phone with her, but you think that would even let me answer the phone, so I can roar of our Jana?).
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not to think about it - and that's why I spend my time now to dream of four-legged girl. You know, I'm serving very well in this regard. While human males (low-Martin) have to be content with a woman, I have two - and they are not hot cats?
My Diamond - not only beautiful but very clever, quick and sweet. If we lived out there, they would provide me with guaranteed good food.
(c) Bittera, 2010
And here's my No.2: Princess
Miss Princess is a bit capricious and often even really bitchy. But it's just a girl, she can not help it.
But when I watch the couple days over to the cages of the ladies - well, somehow it's not fair that I should have only two ladies and one of the rest of Kasanga! Also, I am, my reasonably high rank, a politically correct lion. I would never, never, never never, brown lionesses discriminate. I mean, the poor girls can not know that Mother Nature has not endowed them with such a beautiful white fur like Diamond, Princess and me and so I think it would really only fair if you would at least give their children the chance to know (he as the mothers) to be. For this, the children of women but of course would need a white father - that me.
I also have learned something in this regard by Boris Becker. What he used to his "candy-Babs," I am the dark Sara. Martin, however, claims to be the "emancipated woman" among our ladies. It did, something about Kasanga, which I think proves that you have taste. She wants me - and they are not bred
tinged with black hair and her amber eyes? So I would not drive from my bed of straw, if she would visit me here once ...
Here is Sara (right) with her best friend Ruth.
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other hand ... Look at the two:
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Womba and Tabora are not cute kitten? And since so they are with their white bellies - that is, I think that would suit me perfectly. In addition, they have already proven that they are good mothers - namely, the two have last year at Martin's brother Alex Young delivered. The Masai, however, was the brown - and so pretty it is: With me were the intended even more beautiful children.
I think I need to talk because sometimes with Martin about it, if he's back again. Until then, I press my views then as a fiery Latin lover: I 'the ladies sing a love song. Betting that the mighty impressed?
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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My secretary thinks that we must once again what to write in my blog - and stubborn as can be women, which they can not even swayed by my statement that I have to tell really nothing new. But Nix is a new state, which I like very much. Als königlicher Löwe mit Stammwohnsitz in Bayern ist mir nämlich am meiner könglich-bayrischen Ruh' gelegen - und genau die kriege ich gerade in Italien.
Unsere Tage hier verlaufen sehr angenehm. Das italienische Publikum beweist guten Geschmack - sie finden alle, dass ich supertoll bin und beklatschen mich frenetisch. Der Platz ist auch schön und das Wetter - nun ja, ein bisschen Niesel, Nebel und sogar Schnee hatten wir, aber dazwischen schaut immer wieder die Sonne raus und so liege ich dann auf meinem Lieblingsbord und genieße es.
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Ich mag es, wenn mir die Wintersonne die Nase wärmt.
Aber wenn ich so sage, dass es hier sehr quiet is ... So, actually this is only conditionally. I maintain the peace here - as long as I have not watch what drives my man Sun
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What he presents the matter now again?
Martin is in fact powerful active. When he is not fed or trained the young (! Only wait until we come back Our Trio Infernale not mean to learn something new every day), he swings the Feudel - and is in high spirits - as we see in the photo.
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Apart from that, we are moving soon: From Turin to Naples. I am looking forward already. Naples is in fact much further south as Turin, so it should be warmer there. And the sea it is - and I love sea air in the nose.
Martin, meanwhile, is looking forward to another reason to Naples. Which it holds a great son of the city of Naples: The singer Enrico Caruso. And who once said: ".. One day I will return Naples because it is my home, which I love but not to sing, but to eat pizza " Maybe I Martin is then also a quick bite from? In any case, I am sure we will have fun in Naples - and I'll tell about it!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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2030
"Wow, this is a storm out there," said Lucy, trembling the cute bartender. She shook the snow from the hair and took off her jacket, under which a thin, purple and wore particularly awfully expensive cocktail dress.
"snow storm?" Asked the bartender interested as he twirled a cocktail shaker in the air.
"Blizzard," Lucy said with a grin and sat down on the elegant bar stools. She beat her long legs. "Martini," she said to the questioning gaze of the man. "Shaken, not stirred," she added with a grin. The man shook
laughing his head. "Very James Bond-esque", he said approvingly. "You English do not really disappointed."
"Somehow I must confirm your prejudices," Lucy said with a twinkle. She leaned forward and tried to read his name tag, but in vain. Therefore, they put on her brightest smile. "I'm Lucy," she said. "I have the feeling that we will spend some time together, so we should probably be using you."
The man looked at her with a smile, while a liquid into a tall glass poured. "I have absolutely nothing against Lucy. I'm Pierre. "
" Glad. "Lucy leaned back and examined the gutaussehnden Swiss approval.
Pierre pushed the glass of a waitress and then leaned to Lucy. "So, Lucy, are you here alone?" She nodded. "And what makes a woman like you gutaussehnde alone in the Swiss Alps?"
"My grandparents have given me the trip, after I mentioned that I like to ski right back would. "They had mentioned only in passing at a family dinner. You would never have thought that parents would give her mother her actually something expensive. But the two had told her that they had so little idea of their life that they freuetn to be able to give her something of which they knew it would please her. Lucy had got a guilty conscience, because they both so rarely visited, and so could share some of their lives. But it was now time primarily a witch and her grandparents were Muggles. She felt in the wizarding world more comfortable, although trip were not wrong in the Muggle world. Just like now.
"You can ski?" Asked Pierre interested and tilted his head. He set out to mix your martini and pushed it to her a moment later.
Lucy nodded. "What, you dare not to me about?" She stroked her short dark hair behind her ear and looked at him indignantly. "I'm an excellent skier. If you do not believe me, then you can come like tomorrow. "
you looked at him defiantly. To their surprise, he nodded. "Very you. I have long been not with an excellent skier on the road. "Lucy laughed. Fortunately, they had not exaggerated. She was so good.
"Do you work here all year?" She asked, interested. She could not imagine that something like this made the whole year of fun, but she was happy to convince you otherwise.
Pierre shook his head. "No, just over Christmas. When are all the wealthy guests here. As you can dust off fantastic tips. "He confided in her and grabbed two new bottles, which are liquids at the same time he tipped in a cocktail shaker.
"And what do you do?"
"I am studying medicine in Geneva."
"Really?" Lucy looked at him in astonishment. That they had not expected. She tried to imagine him in one of those white coat, carrying the entire television doctors are. It did not work completely. Instead, her image came to mind how he would look like without this coat.
"What dare you not to me about?" He repeated, with raised eyebrows their words. "If you do not believe me, you can feel free to leave once examined by me."
Lucy looked at him, laughing. "I'll think about it. Who knows, maybe tomorrow I break my skiing a bit. "
He looked surprised. "As a so-excellent skier as you?"
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2021
"Wow, the tree does indeed still puny, as I thought." Molly looked at the barren tree, which she in the only free corner of her small living / bedroom were crushed. Molly had him hung in the absence of any jewelry with colorful wool.
"But we have one. And that's the most important, Mrs. Cooper. "Justin replied encouragingly.
Molly glanced at her simple wedding ring and smiled. They had been married now for four days and it was still like a dream. For this reason the tree was also out to be so puny. They had scraped together all their money for the wedding and therefore nothing left for Christmas. But that was not bad. She was much prefer his wife. Christmas was as more than important.
"Mrs Cooper is the most important," she protested, smiling and sat next to him to fall on the pull-out sofa. Molly had got from Harry and Ginny, in which it had just stood around in the attic. On the coffee table were spread out their books. She trained in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and just tried to learn as many paragraphs as possible by heart, before they would go with Justin after the holidays in their honeymoon. The honeymoon they had, fortunately, a gift from Bill and Fleur, otherwise they can not go anywhere. They would spend a week in Paris.
"It does not bother you that we will celebrate that small?" Asked Justin worried.
Molly shook her head. "No, it does not. I knew that we will have some money when I moved there with you. But I do not care. We are together and that is what counts. "She snuggled up to him and looked at the poor tree. With a swivel of her wand she brought the wool to shine. "You see? That's better. "She smiled at him and kissed him.
"Even if I can give you anything?" Asked Justin still uncertain.
Molly lifted her hand and shook his finger. "Thou hast already given something." She stroked his arm. "We will celebrate Christmas with each other very much. We do not have enough time to find a larger tree and buy presents. This Christmas, the last but completely. Or do not something? "Now she looked at him anxiously.
Justin shook his head. "I have you. That is enough. "He smiled at her lovingly. "It is even more than enough."
"Well you see," Molly said, satisfied. "Look how beautiful the light wool. What else can you do for Christmas yet? "
Justin laughed out loud. "You are really great, Molly," he murmured, stroking his thumb across her cheek.
Molly blushed. "I know" she said anyway. She began humming "Jingle Bells". Completely wrong, for she was completely unmusical, but that did not care. And him. He joined in her humming. Just wrong.
Molly laughed and shook his head. "We're a great couple. Try to imagine as that is when we first child and all together sing Christmas carols. The neighbors will take flight. "
Justin looked at her with shining eyes. "I can not wait."
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"So I do not know." Annie tilted his head and bit her lower lip. "I like him more in remembrance."
Louis laughed and shook his head. "I can not imagine that he has shrunk."
Annie her husband stepped on his foot and looked at him angrily. "Do not make fun of me, Louis Weasley" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"You do not seriously want the Eiffel Tower shrunk since your last visit, is not it? "asked Louis now seriously.
Annie shook her head. "No, not really. But he still looks smaller somehow, do not you? "
Louis put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's because you're standing this time further away?" He suggested.
Annie nodded, laughing. "Yes, but it could be real. I have not thought of. "
" Well you see, "said Louis satisfied. "You want up?" He asked, pointing to the Tower.
"no. Last time, we have been the legs in the stomach. And it has drawn up terrible. From here on I like it better. "She buried her hands in her coat pockets and looked around. "But perhaps we could go into one of the little cafes. I slowly got the feeling that my fingers freeze. "
" We do not, of course, "Louis replied immediately. He took one of Annie's in his hands and pulled her with him to a cafe in a side street. When he was living in Paris, had He had worked there for a while. It was not a typical café for tourists and that he loved. They also had at Christmas always placed a small tree.
Annie followed him willingly. She liked the coffee at first. There was a festive mood and it worked incredibly comfortable. She sank down on a cushioned bench and wanted to grab the map, but Louis stopped her.
entered a moment later, a blond waitress at her table and almost had their pad dropped when she saw Louis. "I do not think so," she cried in French. "What are you doing here, Louis?"
Louis stood up and hugged the blonde waitress profusely. "I'm hoping that you're working today," he confessed, and she looked searchingly. "You look good."
The waitress blushed and beat Louis in his arms. "You old charmer you," she said, flattered. "And you look fantastic. England you seem to be getting good. "
Louis shook his head. "Not England." He pointed at Annie, who had observed two suspicious. You had not known that Louis knew someone here. And although she was not really jealous and trusted her husband, it was not a pleasant feeling to watch as much as he was pleased to see a very pretty young woman. Especially if they did not understand a word of what he said. "May I introduce, this is my wife Annie." Louis said proudly.
"And Annie, that's Lucille," he said then Enlisch to Annie. "I've worked here a few years ago and Lucille has proved to be a fantastic tour guide."
Pleased "me, knowing you "Learn," said Annie, trying to keep out the negative emotions of their own voice. Unfortunately it did not succeed completely.
"mixed Auschwitz," Lucille replied in English with very heavy accent. She smiled at Annie happy. Then she looked reproachfully at Louis. "You have not said how pretty is your Annie." She said reproachfully.
Louis laughed. When he had thought then that he had lost Annie to a foreign man, he had spent much time here and complained Lucille depressed are suffering. She had worked hard to cheer him up, war aber kläglich gescheitert. "Ich dachte, das versteht sich von selbst.", erwiderte er schulterzuckend und setzte sich wieder hin. "Kannst du uns zweimal die Spezialmischung bringen?"
Lucille nickte. Zärtlich nahm sie seine Hand und drückte sie. "Ich freu mich, dass du so glücklich bist, Louis.", sagte sie ehrlich.
Louis strich mit dem Daumen über ihren Handrücken. "Ich mich auch", gab er zu und ließ ihre Hand wieder los. Lucille entfernte sich rasch vom Tisch, um noch eine andere Bestellung aufzunehmen. Louis wandte back to his wife, who looked at him now really angry. "What?" He asked, confused.
"So I have my Christmas present with her husband," she said acidly. "The fact that I can watch as he flirts with a sharp woman. Really great. Thank you very much recommend that you have given me this trip. "
Louis raised his hands. "Wait a minute," he said. "You think we ..." He broke into loud laughter. Annie looked at him confused. She could not imagine for the life of what it should be funny. "Lucille was my best friend here. We have together started working in this cafe and made the shed into what it is today. She showed me Paris and introduced me to her friends. She has made sure that I have felt so comfortable here. But we had really nothing going. Since I know she is engaged to a crazy big, intimidating, very nice French. You have already learned in the sandbox to know. I was even at her wedding. "
Annie breathed in relief. "You really never have ...?"
Louis shook his head. Lucille was something like a sister to him was. To her he had never had a romantic interest. In many other women in Paris, yes, but not in her. For most it was anyway so drunk that he would remember not even on her if he would stand before them. In the end, Annie was the only woman in his life that had really counted. And it would always do.
"Absolutely not," he said firmly. He took her hand and kissed it. "You're so cute when you're jealous.", He added, grinning.
Annie rolled her eyes laughing. "Oh, shut up, Louis."
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "No, really. There is no other person with whom I would rather be here now. I love you. "
Annie sighed happily. Gently she ran her hand across his cheek. "I love you too."
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14th December: Dominique / Steven
2034
"That's mean!" Said Dominique against the wind, her husband Steven. "You tricking"
"You know me!" Said Steven loud and waved his magic wand to make sure that you have more snow swirled in the face. This time, she reckoned, however, with an attack and flew a loop to escape the snow. She had drawn her wand and now also ensured that the wind was blowing towards him, was a few degrees colder.
"Hey!" Said Steven surprised and dropped his wand in shock. The snow stopped trying to pursue Dominique and fell on his head. "What to do?"
"tricking you cheating, I do," said Dominique satisfied and still put up a notch. "You have to get up earlier if you want to get me," she cried to him over her shoulder and sped off.
Steven accelerated cursing his broom. The icy wind whipped his face. When they had laid down the rules for her little arms flying, they had agreed that they do not take their wands, but would leave it at home. Of course He had not planned to adhere to it, because he never played fair. But Dominique knew him too well and had probably guessed that he would try a few tricks to win the race. In his view, the magical help, however, was very fair. He was finally not the professional Quidditch two of them.
He rose a little higher to escape the wind and tried to restrain his wife with a magic broom. However, they still did not trust him, because now they flew so fast in a zigzag, that he could catch them impossible. Him even a little dizzy, the longer he was here watching her.
When he heard her scream and saw how they flew a triple loop, he knew that he had lost.
"Give it to Davies, you're a failure," she called to him triumphantly. "I'm just better than you do with dirty tricks and without it." She stretched out her tongue and flew a loop. Then they headed for their snowy garden.
After her marriage she had bought a small house in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbors were more than a kilometer away and lost hikers or walkers are extremely rare in the area. For this reason, it was perfect for them because they could fly with their brooms without regard to unsuspecting Muggle through the air. Just like tonight.
It landed softly on the earth and brought her broom with a swing of her wand to disappear, in the broom shed. Steven landed shortly after her and did the same with his broom. Then he drew her with a jerk of himself. Because she had not expected, they stumbled. He took advantage of that and pushed it into the snow. Then he threw himself upon her and thus began, to shower them with snow. She fought tooth and nail and eventually brought him to stop back by rammed her elbow into his stomach. He groaned and sat next to her falling into the snow.
satisfaction addressed to Dominique, and was now in turn begin to shovel snow over him when she saw his face filled. Worried, she bent over him. "Did I hurt you somehow?" She asked frantically, and gingerly touched the spot where it had hit her elbow.
His groans were quiet and he shook his head. "Not really. The largest Damage has been hit my ego. "He admitted and took her hand in his.
"Then is all right," said Dominique easier. She had wanted him not hurt seriously. That was really just a harmless game between them. She had wanted to spend Christmas in reluctant mongooses, where they would need some idiot to tell you why she had hurt her husband. Then they could really do without that.
She lay down beside him on the floor and let her head fall on his shoulder. "Will you let me actually get some time again?" He asked finally, after A few minutes of silence, in which they had watched as the snowflakes fell down slowly on it.
Dominique shook her head. "The meaning's not that I let you win." Contradicted them. "Either you make it alone or not. Anything else would be really unfair. I also think that Ravenclaw has won often enough with you to Gryffindor. "She added. This fact was the reason for their enmity was. That develop it at some point something would be so that none of them had expected. "But if you train several hours a day, then maybe you'll manage it some day. "
Steven laughed and shook his head. "I think it is quite beautiful." He drew her closer to him and kissed her.
"You're right, for once," she said, satisfied smile. "This is it."
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13th December: Teddy / Victoire
2018
"Shoot me," murmured Ted exhausted. He settled beside Victoire fall on the bed and closed his eyes.
Victoire rubbed his eyes. She had woken up five minutes ago. And Ted had come five minutes earlier from the hospital home. "That bad?" She asked sympathetically. She ran her fingers through his hair tenderly and watched with a smile as his dark brown hair was blue again.
"I do not know how people do that," murmured Ted. "Any fall from the roof, while others get burned while cooking and someone has managed to swallow half a chicken." Victoire suppressed a laugh. His stories were always the best. "All the time any potions are out. We could not brew fast enough. "
Victoire looked at him sympathetically. Ted looked at his night shifts from always terribly tired, but as exhausted as today they had never seen him before. He had dark circles under the eyes and not even managed to undress.
"My poor darling," she said tenderly, and went on his cheek. She could feel his beard stubble.
"Sorry" he mumbled, half asleep already. "We wanted to open our presents yet."
She shook her head, although he could not see. "We pack up later." It is the twenty-fifth December, and actually it was tradition, the gift was equal to unpack in the morning. She had this tradition very much and are already looking forward to it for the first time to celebrate alone with her boyfriend, with whom she lived together at last, but, as Ted looked at the moment, he probably would have fallen asleep in the tree. She kissed him on the cheek. "I wake up in a few hours."
Ted was already asleep. Victoire was fishing in her wand from the bedside table and took a snap of that Ted his clothes were stripped and folded neatly on a chair landed. Then she pulled the blanket out from under his body and covered him with it. She shook her head. She was always amazed at sleep as hard as he could. She kissed Ted again on the cheek and then stood up. You got dressed and went into the kitchen of her small apartment to begin with the Christmas dinner. She had gotten a few recipes from her mother, who wanted to try it now. Her parents had her and Ted suggested that they could celebrate together at her parents' house, but had refused Victoire. It was the first Christmas of her and Ted, since they finished Hogwarts and had lived with him. She just wanted to spend with Ted.
And now her friend was sleeping like a stone because he had gotten the short term or a night shift gerd moves on the eye. They had not actually presented.
Sighing, she turned on the radio because they hoped thereby to get into the Christmas spirit. It actually worked. After a while she hummed along even as they happily peeled potatoes. Startled, she screamed
on, when she felt someone put his arms around her.
"Sorry," whispered Ted. "I did not want to scare you." He took the knife and the potato in the hand that Victoire fright had dropped. He began to peel, although he could hardly see it. But he already had so many ingredients peeled for potions that he would fix it now even in my sleep.
"Have you slept?" She asked, leaning against him. Shaking his head, she watched me, as the perfectly peeled potato. They looked at the potatoes, which they had shelled. She had not succeeded half so well. She was just not a good cook.
"Something like that," said Ted. "I want my first Christmas with you oversleep not here. Tomorrow is another day for that. "
Victoire sighed. She should insist that he lay down again and correct sleeping off. But she was selfish and wanted to spend time with him. "Maybe you should cook," she said with a view of the potatoes.
"And maybe," Ted put down the knife and turned it to be around, "we should leave the cooking to be easy." He kissed her passionately. Victoire clung to him. She felt suddenly very shaky.
"But," she potestierte breathing heavily, as Ted had a few minutes later, satisfied grin dissolved by it. "The food has to be finished yet. Today is Christmas and as always we have at home - "
Ted shook his head and put his finger on her lips. "We are no longer with you home. We can use our have their own traditions. And when we say shit on the food, let thaw a frozen pizza and spend the day in bed, then that's fine. "
Victoires eyes began to shine on. "This is a fantastic idea." She sank into another kiss. "But before we agree to pack more of the gifts," she added enthusiastically.
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12th December: Draco / Astoria
2014
"Why must come of all this idiot to us? "Scorpius complained loudly with his mother. He pulled a large cardboard box behind it to store the model train in it, which he had received for Christmas. He had spent hours, she set up living room and think up an intricate rail network, which led under the coffee table to the couch and even under the Christmas tree. Draco and Astoria had tried in the past three days, either on the rails still connect to the trains that leave Scorpius almost nonstop through the living room was.
"You know for weeks, that we invited the Zabinis for dinner, "said Astoria and watched amazed as her son set about to take the rails apart. "What are you doing?"
"You do not seriously that I will play with Mortimer, right?" Scorpius asked horrified. He hated Mortimer Zabini. The boy was a year younger than him, and a complete idiot. Whenever he had to play with him, then he broke something of Scorpius' things. But he never apologized for it. And Scorpius sat at the end there with a broken toy that would not fix him his parents because they were of the opinion that he had to take care of it himself. Scorpius would do the devil and let Mortimer on the railroad, which he had wanted for years.
"Scorpius, but that is not nice," Astoria blamed her son. However, they did nothing to prevent him to pack his toys. She was not very impressed by Mortimer, but she was good friends with his mother, Pansy. Astoria at Hogwarts had loathed her, but after her parents both died in the final battle, Pansy had become adult. It had ceased to be so hateful and Astoria had become very happy. But her son was dumb as bread and Scorpius could fully understand.
"I do not care," said Scorpius against stubborn. He crawled under the tree to get to the rails from there.
Astoria shrugged his shoulders. They set out to meet the large dining table for guests. Draco was a mystery why she insisted on doing it by hand and not with the wand. But it was rather easy. With a spell but it was not what she had imagined.
"Why do you invite will not simply have another boyfriend?" Suggested her son, she finally before. "You can still play the game with three."
Scorpius shook his head. "These are all Muggles. I can not but invite here. "Astoria looked around. Her house was really too magical.
Sadly she looked at her son. She had insisted on sending Scorpius into a Muggle primary school, instead of hiring a tutor because she wanted him with other children his age was together. They also found that whole Reinblütergefasel disgusting and wanted to do everything that Scorpius realized that Muggles were just normal people like himself with this attitude she was in favor of their in-laws although it fell a lot, but she did not care. And Draco had luckily placed on their side. Draco turned always on their side.
"In addition, the boys are all idiots," she added Scorpius. Although they could play well miteinenader football, but they had no idea what it was like to have Lucius Malfoy have a grandfather and ever this stupid talk about pure-blood to have to listen. Perhaps it would be different if he invited her to his could, but that was not possible. And now they suspected that he was either too fine to invite them to him or that he had to hide anything. Only once did Scorpius wanted a friend who understood him and with whom he could talk about these things too. Mortimer Zabini was in any case. And other magicians at his age he did not know. Scorpius was angry against the wall. He hated to be a Malfoy. He loved his parents and his grandmother, but he hated to be a Malfoy.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Draco remarked surprised how Scorpius packed up his toys. He would have thought that he would get the next two months on the rails.
"Scorpius does not want Mortimer plays with the train," Astoria informed him while she put in to make the candle in the middle of the huge dining table.
"Oh." These problems, he left rather Astoria. From this, they knew more.
Draco let his gaze wander over the slender body of his wife and smiled. He came up behind her and threw her arms around her. "Shall I help you lay the table?" He whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.
Astoria shuddered, but shook his head. "You know as well as I that you are to me no help."
"So what?" Draco was undeterred and took her to the other candlestick out of his hand. Carelessly, he placed it on the table.
Astoria turned in his arms and kissed him on the mouth. "I'll make a proposal," she whispered, and threw a quick glance to her son, who was in the process hervorzuzerren the rails under the sofa table. "I set the table alone at the end and you help me tonight when Scorpius is asleep."
Draco grinned. "Okay." So he could live.
She gestured with his head on Scorpius. "Maybe you could even help him to pack the stuff." She suggested.
Draco nodded. He kissed her again before her a little slap on the ass and his son were turned. He knelt down beside him and began to release some tracks from one another. "You know but that on the third floor is a large store room, "he began. Scorpius looked at him suspiciously and nodded. "I was there in the last few days doing something right. If you want you can bring your train there. "Scorpis' eyes began to shine. "You can also have the key," he added. He knew that Scorpius would not like this toy to share with someone and he could have his peace and they did not have to be careful each time to step on the ground when they came into his room.
enthusiastically jumped on Scorpius. "Really?" He asked excitedly. Draco nodded. "Thanks, Dad!" Scorpius stormy hugged him and then ran up the stairs to the room to see.
Kopfschüttlend Draco looked after his son. "I would tell him to only when we have packed everything, right?" He then asked his wife with a sigh that watched him, laughing.
She nodded. "Certainly."
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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2012
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! "Ginny had propped her hands on her hips and stared in horror at the mess in the living room. The giant Christmas tree had tipped over and all the jewelry was broken on the floor.
James carefully put his head in the living room door. "What have you done!" Ginny cried out and pointed waving to the mess.
"Why should I be guilty?" James replied insolently. "Why did not Al or Lily?"
Ginny took a deep breath. She was glad that her wand was not in range, for if at this moment they can not guarantee anything. "Were they there for?" She said with difficulty controlled voice.
James swallowed and shook his head. Anxiously he ducked his head. "But you can fix anything but the back, right?" He asked hesitantly. "A spell and all is well again."
"UP," shouted Ginny now quite beside himself. "To your room! IMMEDIATELY! "James seemed to realize that was not to be trifled with his mother at the moment. He turned around and sprinted up the stairs. Breathing heavily, Ginny
looked after him. She tried again to bring their anger under control. They tried it with the breathing exercises she had learned in childbirth class and after a few minutes, their anger subsided. She looked at the tree and felt her tears to the eyes. She sank to her knees and took a broken little angels in the hand. It was supposed to hold a trumpet in his hands, but his arms were broken off. Ginny let her gaze wander over the ground looking for, but she could not discover the instrument. Sadly she blinked the tears away.
"Gin?" Harry walked into the living room looking for her. He had just come from the ministry. "What happened here?" He surveyed the chaos in three seconds and needed only two more to kneel down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her reassuringly on the back while she sobbed into his shirt.
"James has thrown down the tree," she told him finally, in a trembling voice.
Harry had already figured that his eldest son was responsible for this mess. "He It has certainly not done on purpose. "Such jokes he did not. He had probably forgotten in his high spirits only that the tree was standing there and hold him any more.
"I know," Ginny said quietly. She freed herself from him again and wiped the tears from her face. "But things are still broken. Look. "She held up the little angel without trumpet, which she loved so much.
"You can fix everything again," he tried to comfort her. He gently stroked her red hair from her face.
Ginny sniffed. "I know you can," she said. New tears flowed down her cheeks. "But this is no longer the same." Carefully she drove over the broken bodies of the figure.
Harry wished that he could do anything to comfort her. He knew how much she depended on the jewelry. She had bought him when they both celebrated their first Christmas in their first joint home. She had even paid their salary they had earned as a replacement for the Holyhead Harpies huntress. It was something very special for her. A new chapter in their lives. Whenever she hung the figures for Christmas on the tree, they remembered how it was finally grown up to be and to do the things that her mother had done before.
"Maybe we should just buy new jewelry," he suggested finally. considered "along with the children."
Ginny the Angel thoughtfully. She nodded. "Maybe it really would be the best." A new tradition for a new section. "But James does not cooperate." Punishment had to be. Also had He definitely do not care much for the kitschy jewelry, would like the Ginny and Lily.
"We can take it to Mrs. Figg," suggested to Harry, grinning. After the war he had made contact with her again. They had got on surprisingly well and Harry had often invited to family gatherings at the Burrow. When she was a couple of times had no other baby sitter can be found, they had just decided to put the children Mrs Figg. She had just got over it. She would have had enjoyed himself once had children, but unfortunately it never worked out and saw Harry's Children and now their grandchildren to.
Harry knew that it made the children more time with her than he used to, but at the Burrow, it was not at all approaching natural.
"And dessert, it will not get the whole week, too." She added Ginny resolutely. Harry grimaced. This would meet his son hard. Especially at Christmas. From that decision would be his wife but not be deterred.
"Mummy?" The four year old Lily looked carefully into the living room. She clutched a large sheet of paper. "Are you sad?" She asked, worried and rushed to her mother. She threw her arms around Ginny and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Ginny smiled at her daughter wrong. "It's again, my darling." "James has said that you're unhappy,"
told Lily and held up the sheet that she held in her hand. "That's why I told you the painting."
Ginny took the picture in his hand and a real smile spread across her face. Lily had painted a Christmas tree. Below him sat Harry, James, Albus, Lily and Ginny with a big grin on his face.
"It's beautiful," Ginny said with a trembling voice. Again there were tears in her eyes, but another time for a reason.
Harry stroked his daughter grateful to the head. Lily could cheer them all, no matter how unhappy they were. It was pretty clever was from James, of sending in his little sister to straighten the waves with his mother. Dessert, it would get this week but not yet.
Camel Toe In Volleyball Spandex
2015
"Oh my goodness" Hermione looked horrified tried to drag the huge Christmas tree, the Ron and Hugo just join forces in the living room. "What have you bought for a monster!"
She looked at Rose, who shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Hermione had sent her daughter with her father and brother in the hope of the Christmas tree now that it would slow them.
Hermione would even like to come along, but they had still urgently need to work on one case and therefore not managed. As it now but watched as Ron and Hugo is so labored that much to set up large tree in her modest high living room, she wished with all my heart that it would still come along.
"I've told you that is too high," Rose said, shaking his head and crossed his arms over his chest, to be not even invited to the Volunteer. She had long tried to persuade her father, Hugo, but the two were in the second in which she saw the tree had have been thrilled by it. All of Roses arguments were bounced off them.
"I'm sorry, Mum," said Rose, and stood next to Hermione. "I've really tried. But you know the two, yes. "
laughing Hermione put an arm around her daughter and nodded. "Right." She drew her wand. "Ron, that does not make sense," she cried to her husband. "Let me conjure up the tree a foot or less."
Ron shook his head. "I got it measured exactly. Which must fit in here ", he protested decisively. "Hugo pulling him a little bit to the right."
Hugo put over backward and almost slipped on the carpet. But the fact that he had inadvertently pushed the carpet to the side, the tree now actually fit in the room. The peak was only three millimeters away from the ceiling.
"Well then," Ron said triumphantly and looked satisfied with the stately fir. "But I did know that that fits."
Hermione shook her head and gave her husband a kiss. "You're right. He really fits. But only a scarce. "
Ron shook his head. "I told you that I measured it. But, my lady's daughter, of course, I do not believe it. "Reproachfully, he looked at Rose.
"Sorry, Daddy," she said contrite. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ron smiled at her conciliatory. He could not be angry. Rose had wound him since the day she was born around her little finger.
Hugo shook the pine needles from his hair and looked admiringly at the tree. "He's great, right?"
Hermione nodded. Great he really was. Beautifully grown. A gorgeous green. Stable branches that would keep the heavier balls. Their husbands had chosen well. Although it would have done even a small tree.
She pointed to the boxes with the jewelry, which she had brought from the attic after they had worked through their files. "You can not ever begin to decorate it."
thrilled the two children rushed to the boxes and brought to light the jewelry, they had crafted a few years ago in kindergarten itself . The stars and Santas and angels while all were not perfect, but the two had been really hard and hung them proudly each year to the tree. And Ron never forgot every visitor, they had the time to point out in detail.
"You missed us today," Ron whispered to her.
Hermione looked at him stirred. "Really?"
"Yes," Ron said, grinning. "Without your nagging, it was not the same. Although Rosie has worked hard to represent you. " Hermione punched him
playfully in the arm. "Idiot." She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched their two smiling children in how they decorate the tree. She loved her life.
Buy Side Of Beef In Southern California
1997
"This Christmas is indeed the purest funeral," Fred muttered sullenly and sat beside George on the sofa covered at the Burrow. He looked at the tree, Ginny, George, and he decorated a couple of hours with little enthusiasm had.
George shrugged his shoulders. "What do you expect? Ron, Harry and Hermione are out there and risk their asses. Without them we have never celebrated. It's obvious that Mum since danced with joy not just lists. "
" At least this year will Percy do not show its ugly face here. "Fred tried to see the positives because so little Family members would come to the festival.
"And Bill will also not show up here," added George. Although quietly had to be proud.
Fred grinned. "If I was married to a Veela, I would never get out of bed."
George laughed. "Right."
"Anyway. Lupin or Tonks will not even show up. This will be the shittiest Christmas ever. "Fred waved his wand and brought the Christmas balls to different colors to shine. But not even that brightened the dark room.
Christmas had always been his favorite holiday. Almost the whole family came together on that occasion and it was always too loud and funny. It was always a family member to find through which you could make fun of. Previously it had been frequently Percy, but last year, Ron is also very well suited to his relationship with Lavender Brown. Fred would never admit though, but Ron was missing much this Christmas. Though it was never all family members for Christmas have been there, there is always at least one Weasley had been absent, but without Ron Fred had never celebrated. He never thought he would miss his little brother Sun But at least Ginny was still there. If they would have been not here, then her mother would probably be completely gone crazy. And Christmas would be completely fallen into the water.
"Hey Gin," shouted George, as Ginny came into the room. "Want to 'play a round of magic Snip snap?"
Ginny shrugged his shoulders and squeezed between them on the sofa. She made no happier face than her mother.
George set about to shuffle the cards and distribute. Fred looked at his little sister worried. It was shocking how grown up she had become. After she had been possessed in their first year of Tom Riddle, she had lost her childlike innocence. Nevertheless, they had aired a happiness that was contagious was. But now ... the Death Eaters at Hogwarts had also taken her so. Fred would like that fact attributed to Harry, who just did not know what he had to Ginny and had separated from her, but he knew that this was not. The latest on Bill's wedding he had seen had been staring longingly as Harry Ginny. He had only done what he had thought was reasonable and Fred could therefore not blame him. He probably would have done the same if he would have been Harry's body. Nevertheless, it would be nice to see his little sister laugh for Christmas at least make a right.
George Fred pushed a few cards that exploded immediately, no sooner had he taken it in hand. Surprised, he jumped on the sofa, lost his balance and fell over backwards. Swearing, he got up behind the sofa again.
"You asshole," he said to George, who could not suppress a grin. "You are my super exploding cards happy!"
George looked at him innocently. "I just wanted to see whether the magic still works."
Fred glared at him. "You knew perfectly well that that damned magic still works!" Cautiously groped he singed his eyebrows off. "And now I'm completely distorted! How am I going there to impress the girls in the Muggle village, hmm? "
George laughingly shrugged his shoulders. "You know very well that you had had the hot bride a chance. I've seen the languishing glances, it has thrown me. "
Fred shook his head. "It was only because she has kept up for me, you idiot."
Ginny suggested the hand over her mouth and started to giggle. Fred and George looked her little sister in astonishment. None of them would have expected this year to hear something from her.
"What is it funny?", Fred asked blankly, though infinitely happy that Ginny still could not help laughing.
"This girl must be absolutely stupid if they confuse the two of you can." She said, laughing. "Even Mundungus has completely drunk and still realize that George is missing an ear."
Fred and George looked at each other. Fred kept forgetting that his brother is now missing an ear. Man Although he saw it significantly, and George also made frequent jokes about it, but now Fred was a big hole in his head is no longer true. It was as if it would not be there. And George seemed to basically go the same way.
George frowned. "I think Ginny is right. The girl is really stupid. Yesterday she told me that you liked my eyes well, because the blue is so green. "
The three siblings exchanged a glance and then burst out laughing. Perhaps Christmas was still not entirely lost.
Does Any Know Any Other Games Like Poptropica
8th December: George and Angelina
2019
! George Weasley, I think you've lost your mind "Angelina Weasley looked at the completely overloaded Christmas tree that is so great , de Christmas stockings that hung by the fire, the singing garlands, which were wrapped around the lamps and the mistletoe, the entire door frame covered and Angelina asking loudly, her crazy good looking, very charming and kiss the best husband in the world.
George looked pleased at the brightly colored overstuffed living room. He thought it was absolutely perfect. "You realize only now?" He teased his wife, grinning.
Angelina shook her head. "You have to have emptied your entire store." She took the Christmas tree decorations a closer look. A little angel she stands in the way the finger. Santa Claus was present in swimming trunks and swimming with wings and toasted her with one, as she suspected, seductive eyes twinkle with a cocktail. The stars twinkled so strong that Angelina had the feeling of being blind. "Besides, you never told me that you are color blind."
Georges grin was not getting from his face. He went to Angelina and pulled her into his arms. "Oh come on. You have to admit that it looks fantastic here. Thus, even Snape had come in Christmas spirit. "
Angelina laughed. "Somehow I doubt it," She pressed her husband a kiss on the lips, in the hope that those pesky mistletoe would then stop, with terrible squeaky voice to demand a kiss. As soon as their lips met, broke all the angels hanging on Weihnachsbaum out in cheers. Even some fanfare sounds were heard. But then at least there was peace. How they knew George, but would not take long. He would have so bewitched determined that they soon began again from scratch.
"Tomorrow I will take photos of the living room and hang it in the store. Such a stupid old bag today had the nerve to say that our advertising is not true. "George said, refusing to let go of Angelina, as she wanted to free from his embrace. "It has meant that it is impossible anything can hang from the offer in the living room."
"Oh, now I understand," said Angelina reassured. George had this year, a super special offer for Christmas: you could buy for him the entire Christmas range and got it fifty galleons cheaper than if we would all buy one. "Then you do the photos tomorrow and then throw out half of the stuff." Angelina was relieved. She would the holidays but not in a room have to spend in which it looked as if a toy machine diarrhea.
"Are you insane?" George cried indignantly. "This is of course up to the first of January so."
Angelina swallowed. If she could not get them to remove a portion of it, they'd have to dig out your old sunglasses when they wanted to keep their vision. "George, please, be reasonable but ...", she began. George's face hardened and he immediately dropped his arms. Angelina sighed. You might have thought that they would not get far with reason with him. married long enough, they finally have.
"Mum, Dad, we are at home," she heard the voices of their children shortly after Fred and Roxanne resound through the house, which had come back from the Muggle primary school in the village. Her heart beat faster. Perhaps the two would be able to persuade her father to give up some of the stuff. When Roxanne George was immediately weak.
But as soon as the hope had been germinating in her as fast as they went again.
"Wow, that looks so out of absolutely super," called Roxanne excited when they had set foot in the room. With sparkling eyes she looked around and hugged her father happy.
Angelina watched her first-born. He was not as enthusiastic as his sister, but it was not to be overlooked that this decoration him very well liked and he would certainly not have the idea that there was too much.
"Really cool, Dad," he said appreciatively, and then thoroughly inspected the grandson with the middle finger.
Angelina rolled her eyes. They really had no chance against the three. But the glow in her eyes, she compensated more than enough. She went to George and kissed him. "You're right," she conceded, smiling. "It's perfect."
Graboid Onyx Or Pearl Difference?
2001
"Do you like it?" Asked Audrey uncertain. Nervous she looked at her husband who has his eye through the festively decorated living room could roam. She was gone for days in the city and was looking for the right jewelry. Then she had taken hours to hang things so in the living room and on the tree that she was happy with it. And now she waited with an uneasy feeling on the verdict of her husband.
They had married on the first of December and that would be their first Christmas as a married couple. It would even be their first Christmas. It was a new chapter in her life, so she had bought everything new. It was all Muggle jewelry, all of which they knew who she liked. She had no idea whether Percy was used to something else entirely. She did not know how these holidays celebrated magician. She did not know whether they used entirely different jewelry. Percy had left her a free hand and she had been thrilled to work. But in the final hours, she had become increasingly uncertain. What if he did not like?
She knew so little about him. They had met only a few months. Her family came to the marriage in haste, but she knew that Percy was the right thing for her and she saw no reason why they should wait even when they knew it. Then they had finally her whole life waiting for. But that does not meant that it was easy. Percy was a magician and she was a Muggle. Although Percy and they were born in the same country and had learned the same language, they could have just as easily marry a Chinese or Indian or Eskimo. Percy was raised in a culture that was completely foreign to her. And because they could not conjure up, they would never really be part of it, no matter how much effort to Percy and his family so that it was different.
Basically, it was her and Percy Although not matter, but in moments like these, it was the difference between them again more than just aware.
Percy nodded approvingly and put her arms around his newly wedded wife. "It's beautiful, Audrey," he said honestly. "I do not have long attempt it as well as you" Relieved, she breathed.
"And it makes you really not mind if we celebrate here alone and not with your family?" Assured them again. She knew how much he appreciates his family and that he had been since the death of his brother every holiday with them. He had taken its hold, but wanted to deal with his guilt because he was not in previous years had celebrated with them. She did not think he renounced her account to his family. Her family took it to the hard anyway not very accurate. Her parents were both doctors and always worked over the holidays. Christmas in her family had never had the importance that they had wanted. Why Audrey was pleased very much that it would be different now.
"Audrey, I told you that there is nothing I'd rather do. It is our first Christmas. And I want to enjoy with my wife in peace. I promise you that there are many festivals that we with my family and with your to celebrate. But this Christmas ... "
" ... is ours. "completed the sentence with a smile ..
"Exactly," confirmed Percy smiled and kissed her on the nose. "So saving you contact your guilt feelings. I'm right where I want to be. "
Happily, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest. His heart was beating pretty fast. She smiled. She was the reason. "Me too." Whispered them.
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