April 25, 1888 - Wellingtonshire

It had been exactly a month since that dreadful article had come out, spreading vile lies of the ‘evil’ veela who ‘attacked’ the ‘innocent’ man. Such despicable trash, all of that gossip. The so-called ‘innocent’ man had grabbed her, how did that make him innocent? How did that make her, the one defending herself, the monster of this story?

Juniper had replayed the dreadful day over and over in her mind. She was very hesitatant to be around men. Though they were useful, she had learned that they could also do terrible damage. It was damage that Juniper dearly didn’t want. So instead she had spent plenty of time around Emily, and had learned a bit more about her child than she had previously known. It was quite fascinating, the things she had never noticed about her own daughter, from simply not being around her as much as she was now.

Perhaps that was how she could get through the thick heads of wizards, that she was of no real harm to them. That she was completely perfect and that they should praise her, not fear her. Of course that was logical to her. But how to go about it? A party! Of course! Getting up, she planned to tell Andrew, her beloved Andrew, about her marvelous idea of hers. “Andrew, darling, where are you?” She said as she wandered about the house. Why bother with the staff to find him? There was no time to waste waiting on the household staff to get things done.

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Andrew Lyness

  

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

It had been one month since that bastard had elected to lay his hands on Andrew's most deeply beloved wife - the mother of his children.

It had been one month and Andrew had noticed a very distinct change in Juniper's behaviour. Though she had always been the kindest, sweetest, and most loving of mothers, it wasn't until last month that she began to spend vast amounts of time with her daughter (Andrew had come to accept their sons weren't high on the priority list of a Veela - a fact Andrew offset by providing them with a nanny each and a House Elf between them and ensuring they wanted for nothing). Almost every day, Juniper would take Emily somewhere and almost every day Andrew's heart stung.

It was obvious that she was using Emily as a sort of shield from the terrible actions of men. Andrew could only hope he would never be one of those men; the love - and other feelings - he felt for his wife were as true as the sun rose each day and everyone he saw her, he felt lucky to be considered hers. He would buy the world for her if it was for sale and put a price on the stars.

"Would you check on the boys for me?" Andrew politely asked one of the servants who had come in to give him some tea, "And be sure they are well attended to. That new girl seems a little ditzy and I'm rather concerned David would be a challenge for her." He smiled and with a soft giggle, the servant left.

Having inherited his entire family's estate and allowing it to thrive due to his business acumen, Andrew had come to enjoy many perks in his life. He was comfortable, he had the most beautiful wife in the world, he had three amazing children (with another on the way) and, most importantly, his wife was the most beautiful in the world.

With his quill in hand, Andrew began flicking through a series of invoices and marking the parchment accordingly; a dash here, a cross there. Everything seemed to be in order and though he could have hired someone to do this work for him, Andrew was a firm believer that being active meant being successful; another fact that was grounded in that he had three children with a fourth on the way just by being active with his wife.

He was pulled out of his reverie after a few moments when he heard his wife calling for him. He stood up from his desk and moved to the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a wide smile on his face.

"I'm here, my moonlit star," Andrew beamed, as he watched her turn the corner and walk toward him, "is something the matter?"

  

It was true that Emily was somewhat of a shield for Juniper. Perhaps, after a while, that will one day fade away. But for now this was her reaction. This was her defense. And Emily was not a burden to be around. She was quite… fascinating. Though she would have to discuss with the nannies about Emily’s little habit of snagging things as she pleased like some poor rat from the streets. That would not be tolerated.

She saw her sons as an extension of herself, just as she did with Emily. However, there was less of a connection. They were male, her and Emily were not. That made them less like her, though they had the advantage of making up for it by being her darling husband’s sons. With that and the fact that they were her own children made them worth her time, but not as much as Emily was. Favoritism was very clear, and she doubted that they hadn’t noticed.

Upon hearing his voice, she turned to the source and headed over joyfully. Always the charmer, she couldn’t help but feel extra happy over the way he spoke to her. Now why would others believe she would wish for anyone besides this amazing man? Only comparable to her (and possibly their children, she still debated this), no one would live up to her expectations like he did. Why couldn’t those like that idiot from last month see that?

“Nothing is the matter… at the moment. I have an idea. To make the public see that I am better than them, that they should see my greatness, not to fear me. We should throw a party.” She stated gleefully.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

Of course; Juniper was still upset about what happened - and she had every right to be - though, unsurprisingly, it seemed her focus was on her reputation (a focus he couldn't fault her for in the slightest).

The words of that first article still ran rampant in his head; the Daily Prophet had elected to say he was entrapped with another article claiming her a burden and likening her to a canine; you do not blame the dog for its bark, it said. Of course, in the five articles he had read relating to his wife, only one person had the courage to use their name. It was a disgusting mob mentality of the uninformed and uneducated that set Andrew on edge.

And as he stood in the doorway, his eyes looking deeply into hers, he knew everyone was wrong. He knew she was a Veela, he knew their charm, and despite knowing this he still loved her more than a sunflower loved the sun. If that wasn't an indicator of his commitment to her, then nothing was.

"A party?" Andrew asked with a quizzical expression. He then turned and moved back into his study, peering behind to ensure she was following.

Once they were both inside, he closed the door; it was only polite. You couldn't plan a party in the hallway.

Moving to allow her to sit at his desk, Andrew planted a soft kiss on her forehead and moved to his drinks cabinet, "I'd have to ensure one of our estates is in order and I'll need to visit the Ministry, of course, to set up a floo for the estate for those that have no transport and do not wish to apparate," Andrew began as he poured himself a whiskey and his wife her favourite - he'd come to know her tastes quite well in the years they had been together.

"And I'd need to arrange for staff and entertainment. Have you a theme in mind? Though I'm unsure as to why people would fear you aside from taking heed in senseless tabloid articles that hold no merit; and even so, anyone who knows you would know better than to listen to those lies. I mean look at you," He moved over and passed her the glass, "you're beyond perfect."

  

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Papa had always taught that a good reputation would lead to a good life. That a good reputation brought positive things into her life, as well as her family. It was papa and all of the tutors that he sent for her that had taught her the standards of life. In a way, she had a very similar mindset to humans. She was raised with one, she had similar morals, though she would always see herself as superior to humans.

Juniper had made plenty of time to go to some of their more secluded properties, and this was for the pure purpose of destroying and taking her bird-like anger out on the silly wizarding papers. Especially the parts that claimed that she should be sent to the wild. What would she do in the wild? How would she survive the wild? The only thing about her short time there were a few of the fellow veela faces, and the name of her kind. Survival skills were a blank. She had been taught of the higher class human standards, as she was meant to.

Oh, but those eyes. Those eyes made the articles all melt away from her mind, so to speak. He was such a vision to look at, and part of her wondered if he was faintly part veela. But then again, his brother was no where near as interesting or handsome (in her picky, veela opinion), so that ruled that theory out.

His confusion was not very reassuring. However, that didn’t stop her one bit. “Yes, a party. Perhaps seeing me, being very civil and polite, will ease their small minds.” She stated as she followed her darling into his study.

Watching him close the door, she waited to hear more from him. He was possibly one of the only men that he could trust, and he was her husband. Being alone with him did not put her on edge at all. In fact, he was quite enjoyable to be alone with.

Taking a seat at his desk, she was quite pleased to receive a kiss on her forehead. Gently placing a hand on his cheek, she enjoyed the small moment while it lasted. Then she watched as he walked away. “Preferably we could host the party at the Rosestone Estate, as you know it is my favorite. I feel that it is the most suitable for hosting a party.” She replied. Though everything with the Ministry was not as much of an interest to her. Government people, how boring. However, they could be useful with her cause. “We must invite people of the Ministry, as well as those of the proper class.” She stated.

One word came to mind when he said theme. “Magic. The theme should be magic. And it should be very clear that magic is the theme. Floating lights, magical food, perhaps even requests that those invited come dressed in enchanted clothing.” She replied thoughtfully. It took her a bit longer to think about how she could answer the rest of his question. Taking the glass, her smile grew as he stated what she already knew. She was perfect.

“Some are ignorant. My biggest concern is those of the Ministry. The Minister doesn’t know me. What will he do, with all of these rumors? What will he do? Change the law even more? Have me sent to the wild. Darling, I would never survive in the wild.” She added. Taking a sip, she was given yet another reminder of why her husband was so close to perfection as well.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

"Of course. Rosestone is perfect. I'll send some owls to some contacts and ensure it is in order," Andrew pulled the two glasses out of the cabinet, his gaze turning in his wife, "I'll ensure the correct people are invited, my angel. I'm sure the Minister wouldn't mind seeing the estate. I will make enquiries to that lawyer from the Prophet, too, closer to the time - it would be wise to show those who actually had any courage to display their name that they are wrong."

Though a socially driven and exceptionally smart man, Andrew often couldn't tell where the line between business and pleasure was and, to him, any social event was often cause for networking and furthering his reputation in the industry of textiles and garnering the attention of key influencers of society would be beneficial to them both.

Andrew looked toward her as her eyes lit up at the suggestion of magic as the theme, pouring the drinks. It was poetic in its own right. If it were to be said that Andrew had but one talent; it would be charmswork. He excelled in them and his wand only furthered that skill.

Smiling, Andrew nodded; "That reminds me of Hogwarts. As I'm sure it would others, too. I can work on some charms - perhaps I can get a few enchantments in our foyer or ballroom to give the illusion of a night sky."

The suggestion of enchanted clothing, however, had Andrew thinking. He was in the business of fabrics and supplied various companies with what they needed for clothing.  And so, an idea formed in his head and he passed her the drink.

He didn't have much time to continue with his idea before Juniper began to air her concerns. Andrew nodded and ran his fingers through her hair, "I'm sure once he meets you, he would see sense - as would everyone else. And you will not be sent into the wild, my love," Andrews hand came to a halt against her warm cheek. He placed the glass on the desk and knelt down so their eyes were level with one another, his tone becoming empassioned though remaining soft, "I'd sooner be sent to Azkaban than bear witness to anyone mistreating you. And if they even attempted anything of the sort, they would have lawyers at their door and I would swear on the life of my late mother, they will never win."

After speaking, he planted another kiss on her forehead and stood up, grabbing his drink and moving to a nearby chair.

"And at any rate, this party would change their minds. I'll send some owls out and prepare the details - though as I'm aware, the Quidditch tournament is coming up so it would be wise to wait until after the fact; perhaps in June."

  

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Of course it was perfect. It was her favorite home, it had to be perfect. But one could not blame him for making such an obvious statement. He was simply stating a fact that they knew, and reassuring her. Nodding lightly, she listened as he spoke. “Perhaps inviting his wife as well will make him feel more welcomed.” She added.

If Juniper was honest, the only interest she had in fabric was the clothing that she adored. Always of her standards, and nothing less would do. But that wasn’t really the subject at the moment, so it had not entered her mind once.

Magic wasn’t something that she had the most knowledge in. She hadn’t gone to that fancy school that her shiny Andrew,… and Willow, went to. Instead she was taught by some of the finest private tutors. Non-magical tutors. So all of these charms and such went over her head. At least she wasn’t a witch without this knowledge.

Enchantments of the night sky, that sounds amazing. “That would be wonderful. And you know what, we should invite the Headmaster and his wife. After all, perhaps this will help to prevent any ideas of a halfbreed ban from coming back to mind.” She replied. The more people that they could get into a good light with, the better.

With each idea that formed in her mind, the more she felt that this could work. It gave her hope and made her happy. Hopefully with this, she wouldn’t have to worry about her future, about their future.

Leaning into his hand, she let that calm her. As always, she knew that he was perfect for her. No one else could give her this much comfort with such ease. “I hope not. What does one do in the wild? It sounds disgusting. I prefer my beautiful clothing and our beds.” She stated. How lovey it was, they had multiple beds. If she was bored with one home, they could just go to one of the others.

Watching him as he gazed into her eyes, she felt complete. Tears of happiness started to fill her eyes. “Oh, I would never wish to loose you to such a dreadful place. And our lawyer will strike fear into their very souls, if I have anything to say about it.” She replied.

Oh, such a shiny gem, this man. She watched him lovingly. Right now she was quite greatful to have him, she always felt like she was greatful to have him. “I love you.” She said softly.

June? It felt like this was so far away. What kind of other rumors would come about by then? But he was right. The timing had to be smart. Hosting the party around the same time of another big event was unwise. “You’re right. But I want it to be early June. I don’t want rumors to get worse with time.” She responded. That was reasonable, in her opinion.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

Andrew nodded at Juniper's suggestion of inviting the Minister's wife, "I wouldn't expect otherwise, my love." Andrew spoke softly and moved over to his wife.

The more they discussed the party, the more Andrew was starting to get the sense that this wouldn't just be one of their normal social events. Instead, and at the mention of the halfbreed ban, it had become abundantly clear that this was to be more a networking event than social gathering.

Networking required a lot of careful planning and attention to detail in order to be successful and they were the types of events that had to go off without a hitch. As much as Andrew knew his skills were in the networking department, his apprehensions laid in the nature of this party.

He was confident it would go well but the worry for his wife was clear; he didn't want people saying nasty things to or about her. He'd already thought about locating that bastard who thought it smart to lay a finger on his wife - and his thoughts didn't end with simply locating Albert Pettigrew. Alas, Andrew thought it better to not cause more issue.

"I'll make enquiries about the Headmaster and his wife. I'm sure they'd be more than overjoyed to see what an asset our children would be to the community and school," Andrew said as he took another sip of his drink.

Andrew felt a rush of warmth as his beautiful and astoundingly perfect wife leaned into his hand. He watched her as she smiled gently; her words - though sounding concerned - were peaceful. And there was always solace where there was peace.

"I don't know, my star." He said, his tone as soft as it ever was, "And I'll ensure you never have to experience it. Our lawyers will make sure of it."

Andrew had always known from the very moment their eyes first met that he was to be hers for as long as his life was lived; she was his everything and he hoped he was hers. He knew that even if the circumstance was dire and everything else was lost, Andrew was confident he would still have Juniper.

The next three words, as they always did, shook Andrews body to it's very core. It made his heart flutter and all he could think about was how lucky he was, "I love you too." He smiled, keeping his gaze on her.

It didn't take long to be pulled out of his reverie and they were back to discussing the party at hand.

"They won't. I'll ensure they won't." Andrew said. He placed the glass on the desk and grabbed the Daily Prophet, "Have you seen this, my love? Two young men have died trying to apparate. Absolutely upsetting - this is why I don't apparate. And I'll be sure none of our children do."

  

Always glad when he agreed with her, she was dearly proud. He was amazing, in her opinion. Oh, she loved him so much.

If this was to be a social event, she wouldn’t invite any lesser class people. Even those that were closer in class to others weren’t really worth her time. But then again, most people that weren’t useful to her weren’t worth her time to begin with.

Of course, despite how annoying the witch was, she would possibly have to get Willow to help, though Begonia would never be invited. Begonia was quite whiny and annoying, and not very pretty in the veela’s eyes, which was rather offensive.

To make things clear, she hated Mr Pettigrew. “And the Pettigrew family will certainly not be invited.” She huffed, thinking out loud.

Nodding, she thought for a moment about if the children would come to the party at all. “As long as Emily doesn’t try to take any shiny things from our guests.” She stated. With enough attention towards David, he will be happy and therefor on his best behavior.

He was a comfort, she was quite pleased by that. She did love him. No other man would live up to this. And to think Mr Pettigrew thought he could, how foolish. Perhaps his upbringing was less than standard. How would she know?

Lawyers, right now lawyers could be their biggest saviors. “You are right. And you will keep me safe. My shiny darling.” She mumbled softly. Him and papa, papa would never allow her to simply disappear. He may not know what she is, but her disappearance would certainly put him in a shock.

No one would ever be good enough for her. Not compared to Andrew. Loosing him would be dreadful. She wouldn’t be able to bare it. If lawyers didn’t work, perhaps he could come with her to the woods, and he could have a home built there. They could hide away together. Away from all the judgmental people.

He loved her too. That was so amazing. She doubted anyone loved each other as much as she loved him and he loved her. Their love was forever, and so strong. She couldn’t imagine anyone else having such perfection.

It was a norm for Juniper, to jump from one subject to the next. At least it sometimes got things done. Hopefully he was right, hopefully the focus would be on other things. “Why do they do such silly things if they go to a magical school that is supposed to teach them to be smart about this stuff?” She said, speaking as she read through the article. Many wizards were very stupid.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

Andrew snickered quietly at his wife's rather obvious disdainful remark toward the Pettigrews. They were a fairly well-off family and Andrew had zero doubts that the vast majority of them were decent people though he couldn't see past the fact that one of them had accosted his wife and to add salt to the wound, had claimed it was her fault. Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

Andrew nodded in agreement, having figured it best not to say much; he didn't want anyone to get riled. He preferred his wife when she was happy; she didn't deserve any negative in her life.

"Our nannies can make sure she doesn't. It would be good to see if there are any suitors for our children, too. Though if they become too much, I am sure I can have the elves or nannies deal with them." Andrew spoke, his tone had taken on more of a business air than that of excitement (as much as he was actually excited).

Andrews thought process at this point was revolved around connections and furthering his family's standing in society: it was something he was good at. If he could find a potential suitor to betroth Emily and his sons to, as well as build on his business connections and once and for all settle any misinformation surrounding his wife, then this event would be a success. It was ambitious but something, Andrew felt, he could pull off.

"Of course I'll keep you safe. You will always be my priority," Andrew responded. And it was true. To him, Juniper was the most important thing in his life. If he had to choose between his business or his wife, he would choose his wife without hesitation.

Andrew folded the paper over and placed it on his lap, taking another sip of his drink. He could understand Juniper's thinking, though; Hogwarts did teach students how to safely apparate and people were supposed to be smart about that means of transportation.

"Apparating is difficult, my star. Even the most skilled of wizards can still get hurt from it. I don't understand why people would apparate, though," Andrew gestured to the fireplace, "We have the floo network for a reason. And that hasn't ever failed me."

Placing the glass back down, Andrew peered over to the fireplace and then back to his wife, "Which reminds me, I have an appointment tomorrow. I ought to be home by the evening, however."

  

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Still remembering the incident, she still thought about only wanting her necklace back. The one that she still never got back. And the monster has grabbed her. Attacked twice, and one had hurt her far more than the other. She hated that men, and all who shared his blood, at least those that were of close relation.

His nodding gave her confidence. At least he listened to her, he knew her. He wanted her happiness and that made her joyful. Papa and Andrew were the only grown men that she trusted currently.

Suitors. That would be good. “Not the elves. Some don’t like elves, and I don’t need any negative light on us. It has to be perfect. The nannies will do.” She replied. That was logical, yes? She felt so.

Emily was more of a sensible one to send off to suitors, in Juniper’s opinion. After all, Emily was more close to Juniper. But it was also the fact that their oldest son would inherit the fortune, meaning that the money enough would be suitable. However, making connection this early was smart.

That did ease Juniper’s mind. Wiping her happy tears off of her face, she smiled more. Of course he was such a shiny and amazing man. This was why she chose him. This was why she loved him.

Hogwarts was a confusing place that she had little interest in. But it was where her children would go, and if it only let out a few people with smarts than perhaps she wouldn’t want them there at all. Other wizarding schools existed, though she didn’t know what they were.

Tilting her head to the side, she listened. “Magic is confusing. I don’t think I would have liked being a witch, so many things to remember.” She stated simply. Ever since Willow was told that she was a witch, Juniper had thought them to be so odd, besides Andrew and his children of course.

Appointments. She pouted. “I’ll miss you very much.” And she would, certainly. It was always nice to have him around, and boring for him to be gone.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

"I'll see to it they stay in the kitchens. Boopy has a proclivity for cooking; so he can keep the other elves in check and away from our guests," Andrew said with an agreeing tone. He often found him and his wife in agreement on most topics and it was quite assuring for him; knowing he was spending his life with someone whom not only shared in his interests, but in his views too.

Andrew smiled toward his wife and he found himself, for a moment, lost in thoughts of how lucky he was; of how happy he was. Everything  - anything - he could ever hope to experience in his life was nothing short of underwhelming in comparison to seeing his wife who, by all accounts, looked like the person angels were modelled on.

"It's certainly something, my star," Andrew chuckled lightly; he had been thrown into the magical world fairly quickly himself and to this day, Andrew still had difficulty adjusting to some aspects of the Wizarding Community, "But I think it's definitely a fantastic feat," a confident nod and he took a sip of his drink, "and there are many things you couldn't do without magic, my love; though nothing quite compares to the magic that is you."

Once he mentioned his appointment, Andrew could see her face turn sour momentarily and it hurt him. He didn't want to go but, alas, work called.

"And I, you, my ever-glistening star. I just have to get one or two things in order with the factory," Andrew paused again to think of a subject change: talking about not being around his wife was extremely depressing, "I was thinking, as well, of hiring an etiquette instructor for Emily. The governess has told me she had a bit of an adventure involving some more jewelry in a store. I need her to understand she ought not take things when we can buy them for her."

His tone shifted momentarily to become more sincere. He didn't mind that his children wanted expensive gifts at all. Andrew was happy to buy everything they needed. He was more concerned over his daughters keen interest in not paying for said gifts.

"I may put out an advert soon. She ought to learn how to be a lady soon - and I don't want her on the receiving end of any negative attention."

  

With a nod, Juniper felt that the topic of house elves was settled. Never having bothered learning the names of such creatures, she didn’t remember which one he was referring to. Not that it mattered to her. Those creatures were beneath her. If they weren’t useful, she would have nothing to do with them. To her, they weren’t pleasant to look at, and it was practically an offense of its own. But she hadn’t bothered with complaining, they did things for her and were normally not as frustrating as human staff could be.

Juniper new she was perfect. There was never a doubt in her mind that she was superior above all others, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t pleased when looked at the way her husband looked at her. Though when other men did so, it was quite annoying. Only one man was worthy of her, and had proven to be so. Andrew. No other man had earned her affection, her attention, the way he had. Papa and her had an obviously different sort of bond. It was in no way romantic, and that suited her just fine. But both men had their own type of love for her, and her for them.

Well, she knew that. Nothing would ever compare to her. Not magic, not society, not even fellow veela. She was perfect. Him knowing this was quite reassuring, honestly, but this fact was one that she already knew. “I know, and I’m very glad that you know as well.” She replied, her smile never once fading.

Work was stupid. Sometimes she wished that he could simply not work. After all, there were other men of their status that didn’t work. But, alas, he did enjoy it. Well, perhaps papa would be free to spend time with her. Tea with papa sounded lovely. Sadly Andrew wouldn’t be involved, but she would make due.

The fact that he missed her at least helped. She wasn’t only missing him, such as people thought. They missed each other, loved each other, but people needed to see this. Why couldn’t they? But her mind went to where his subject changed. “Emily feels that she must have something immediately, and wishes to not wait to purchase it. I can see the reasoning, but it is becoming quite troublesome. And she is not a poor beggar, she could do better.” She stated. It was utterly embarrasing, as if there wasn’t enough bad light on her at the moment.

They were rich. They could buy things. They could by a shiny house all for Emily, if she wished. With everything charmed to shine and sparkle, as she so desired. But that wasn’t what she wished for. She wished to be a common thief, and that was unacceptable to Juniper.

“We need positive attention. An etiquette tutor should do the trick. But if no improvement occurs, I feel we may have to send her away until she learns her manners.” She huffed. It was not ideal, but perhaps the boys would get more attention from Juniper this way, with no Emily to give attention to. After all, spending time with the children was sometimes helpful to avoid boredom.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

Andrew had always considered himself quite the compassionate spirit and had made a point of learning the names of the elves (and other staff) under his employment and it could be noted that the elves had taken a particular liking to him. They were always friendly to him though, on more than one occasion, Andrew had caught them talking foul of his wife. He had set them straight each time however, for no one speaks ill of his cherished wife.

And as he listened to his wife respond to him and their conversation continued, Andrew found himself falling further in love with each word that left her soft lips.

Were they to be a celestial body, Andrew was certain she would be a supernova. She burned brightest and fiercely illuminated his life to the point of consumption; she was beyond anything and everything.

Once the subject changed, Andrew nodded and responded to Juniper, "Absolutely. She isn't a beggar and she can have anything she wants." The business owner said matter-of-factly as he went on about an etiquette instructor.

It would have to be someone Andrew trusted, of course. Someone from a well-to-do family who knew exactly how to act. Someone with an education.

The thought of sending her away caused palpable tension; Andrew could see it wasn't what Juniper wanted and that broke his heart.

"A skilled instructor will be more than enough and if necessary, we shall hire more. I will not send our child away," Andrew's voice had become empassioned at this point and he couldn't help but exhale to calm himself down momentarily, "I care too much for you - and our family - to let that happen. She is young. She needs a guiding hand, my star, that is all."

  

There were times that Juniper would want to replace every single staff member on a whim, but then who would do things for her that she would never have her darling husband bother with? She would never expect him to clean her clothes or other such nonsense. That was servant work, and finding new servants was such a bother. In all honesty, the only reason she would get rid of her current ones would be when they were annoying her or because she was bored and in a casually spiteful mood.

Her husband was almost as shiny as she was, and that was saying something. After all, she was perfect, and he was near perfection. The closest to perfection that he could get as a human. If only men could be veela, he certainly would be one.

Glad for more agreement, there was more proof that she had chosen correctly for a husband and father of her children. "We need one that won't put sour thoughts into her head, especially avoiding ones that speak ill of those like me and you." She responded. Of course she wouldn't want the trouble of her precious daughter to have doubts of the family in any light.

He was tense, she didn't like that. And the fact it was by her own words make such thing even more of a dim occurrence to her. "I'm sure it won't come to that my love. After all, she is the daughter of us, two perfect beings. She will turn out perfect as well." She stated softly. So will the boys, so will their unborn child. Thinking for a moment, she had to take into account that there was a real possibility that this option might be best. "If it comes anywhere near the option of sending her away, perhaps staying at my father's might help before sending her elsewhere if it comes to that. He did raise me, and look at me now." She added. Her father had done something very much right for her, even if she was born perfect. Even Willow turned out decent.

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Juniper is a veela, your men are cray-cray for her.

Lady made pretties!

“I know,” Andrew began, “There will always be those that judge but I know, we know, there is nothing wrong with who you are. And being a muggleborn is not important. It’s who you are, my star: that is what’s important.”

He stood up and began talking about the instructor and only nodded along to Juniper’s words. He agreed: she was raised right. She was one of the most perfect, inspiring, and phenomenally beautiful beings he’d ever encountered in his life. True as it were, Andrew knew that she was the only woman in the world who he would give his heart to and let her steal and that she did.

She had ripped his heart from his ribs and claimed it as her own and in return, she’d given him hers and it breathed life into his body. Everything he did – everything he was – was for her and their family. His life was hers for the keeping.

“And you are perfect.” He smiled.

He didn’t need to say much more; the conversation had ended there.

Instead, he moved over to his wife and placed his hand softly against her warm cheek. He closed his eyes and took in the feeling of her skin and let it consume him. She was perfection. Everything about her was.

Opening his eyes, he brushed his thumb along her cheek, “I love you, my star.” He spoke softly, “More than the sun brightens the days and the moon, the lakes. More than a bee to a flower or a bird to the clouds.”

A brief pause and Andrew leaned in close, his forehead pressed against hers; face turned slightly downward, his eyes fixed on her own, “I love you, Mrs. Lyness, more than words could ever hope to describe.”

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