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Sunday Crestmont ☁ Second Year ☁ Tenūsa
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Sunday Crestmont ☁ Second Year ☁ Tenūsa
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⊹ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 ₊˚⊹ Let's go to the garden, let's be kids again |
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Sunday Crestmont ☁ Second Year ☁ Tenūsa
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⊹ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 ₊˚⊹ Let's go to the garden, let's be kids again |
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⊹ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 ₊˚⊹ Let's go to the garden, let's be kids again |
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Sunday Crestmont ☁ Second Year ☁ Tenūsa
 | ♡ | Reducio In a home on the outskirts of Darwin Australia, protected from prying muggle eyes by charms. Is were the home of Olive and Alexander Crestmont live. Olive a half breed veela witch that grew up in the home, and was the one that brought the Crestmont name. She had gone to Tenusa, and had meet Alexander who was Muggle born. There marriage had been arraigned. The Crestmont's for many generations had believed in looks above all. So naturally as soon as Olive saw him, she needed him. And they married. Having moved into there manor. Alexander had become a radio host, a podcast-esq thing. Well renowned in the wizard world for his funny and comedic broadcasts. Covering topics in a comedic way. And calling out 'Bullshit' in the popular series 'You gotta be kidding me?' As well as that, Alexander had written many books about his life. Growing up Muggle born and going to Tenusa, and his wife's life. How 'hard' it is being a beautiful Muggle born, married to an even more beautiful wife. It's well known for it's satire outlook. And how it is not meant to be taken seriously at all. Alexander Crestmont, all in all, is a comedian at heart. Her mother, Is a wizarding modal. On the cover of magazines, in some beautiful outfits. She is kind to everyone, so it looks at least. She keeps that charming smile, and the 'oh! Did I do that? What a happy coincidence!' deal when she does something kind. Like give her coat to a cold fan of hers. Well loved in wizarding communities in Australia, Olive had an ego the size of a dragon when away from the public eye. Then, on the 21st of November, 2012. Sunday was born. And her parents, they didn't see a child. They say publicity. Someone to further there fame, Someone they could play into there image. Someone they could use to make there 'mini me'. One of her first photos is her in her mother's arms, all bundled up in a pink blanket not to long after her birth. Of course, it was on the cover of a magazine. The caption. 'Crestmont's expand there family, welcome to the world little Sunday.' Due to the fame of her parents, they were worried about her. So they said to the public when they asked when they could see her again. Sunday spent a majority of her time in the private manor. With herself as company, her parents always out doing things for there jobs. In love with the love people showed them. 'We keep her there so she doesn't get hurt.' they told the magazine that Olive worked at, or said on the podcast Alexander hosted. Though the truth was, Sunday was her own person. Her parents spent many hours when they had the time to talk to her trying to get her to act like them, to shape her to take over one of there jobs. She was rowdy an uncooperative so they thought. Since they didn't have a whole lot of time for her, they hired two nannies to help take care of her. Delilah and Constance Elsher, they together raised Sunday. Taught her to read, write, basic math, And everything she really needed to know. Also from Tenusa, they had been friends with Olive and Alexander before the fame got to them. They'd been ecstatic when the Crestmont's had asked them to take care of Sunday. That was until they realized that they were raising the poor girl. Not just taking care of her. They had been hired when Sunday had been one year old. After the Crestmont's realized how much work it was to take care of a kid. And that they would rather keep there lives how they had been. 'Perfect'. Still, with them not even trying to raise her, they wanted her to be them. Sunday was not for it at all, and was a free spirt. She stayed in the property, playing outside, getting dirty, and making things herself. Taking on a bright and maximalist style. Her own person. As she aged, growing up with her nannies that were much more like parents to her. And for all she cared about, were her parents. Calling them Mama, and Mom. She went to them for any questions, them for any concerns, when she wanted a treat they were there. When she fell, they were there to pick her up. No mater where she went in the house or the yard, there was one of them watching her with a smile. She did not go to Tenusa when she had been invited. Constance and Delilah held her home, teaching her until she was of age to go to school, she had not joined a clan. As they had been worried about her lack of social interaction with kids of her age until that point. When she fully turned eleven she was selected by her dukun and began her full fledged Tenusa education. |
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A party hat on her head. It had all the markings of a party, a small cake waiting to be cut open to reveal a strawberry cake (after all that was her favorite kind). It was lacking in two major aspects, the guests that the home could easily harbor, and her birth givers. “Why aren’t they here?” Sunday asked, though she already knew the answer. Her parents looked at each other, then looked back at Sunday. “They had a work trip dear.” Constance had told her in the sweetest softest voice she could manage. She also knew the tone would do nothing to lessen the blow. Sunday hardly saw them, She didn’t know why she thought today would be different. It was always something. She for once it seemed, stayed quiet. Little hands gripping the hem of her birthday dress her mom had sewed for her. Eyes glued to the floor. The only sounds she made were the slight sniffles. And the sounds of the freshly filled balloons deflating. Her first instance of magic, caused by the sadness she should have expected. Deflating her birthday balloons.
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⊹ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 ₊˚⊹ Let's go to the garden, let's be kids again |
Alan Dolus ~ Staff Oliver Armani ~ PC |
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Sunday Crestmont ☁ Second Year ☁ Tenūsa
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⊹ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 ₊˚⊹ Let's go to the garden, let's be kids again |
Alan Dolus ~ Staff Oliver Armani ~ PC |
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