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<![CDATA[Knockturn Bound - Townhomes]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 17:05:53 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Wyrmgate 13: Let Them Eat Cake :: Gid/Rose/Vin]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=943 Sun, 15 Mar 2026 18:09:06 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=943 5 June 1922
11:00 am
Study Desk

Term was over. Thank God. It had been a long fucking year. The trial… trials. A new Headmaster, wedding planning, not to mention his job, classes, teenagers, and so much more. After two days at the castle with no students, Gideon and Rose had cleaned up their offices, turned in their files, secured the castle and packed up their belongings. They were finally going home and in eleven days they would be getting married.

Walking in the front door with Fiona’s hand in his, Gideon dropped his bag and sighed. He felt a year's worth of stress leave him in that sigh, finally relaxing with the familiar smell that meant he was home. Leather, cedar, whisky, and cake… Wait… Cake?

Fiona took off running, excited to be home as well. Wasting no time she went looking for one of her all time favorite people on the Earth. “VIIIIINNNNNNNNNIIIIEEEEEE!”

Gideon chuckled at her excitement.

Pulling at the tie around his neck, Gideon took off his suit jacket, hanging it on a hook in the foyer closet. His tie went to the same hook, feeling more relaxed with every action.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Rose, his fiance, smiling at her daughter as she tore through the house looking for Lavinia. Walking over to his bride slowly, he stood in front of her, head tilted, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Welcome home my bride.” He said softly, with a smile only Rose got to see. Cradling her face, he leaned down to kiss her lips softly, but the kiss quickly turned into a more passionate one. Pulling back, resting his forehead against hers, Gideon sighed.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Mrs. Blackwood has a lovely ring to it.”]]> 5 June 1922
11:00 am
Study Desk

Term was over. Thank God. It had been a long fucking year. The trial… trials. A new Headmaster, wedding planning, not to mention his job, classes, teenagers, and so much more. After two days at the castle with no students, Gideon and Rose had cleaned up their offices, turned in their files, secured the castle and packed up their belongings. They were finally going home and in eleven days they would be getting married.

Walking in the front door with Fiona’s hand in his, Gideon dropped his bag and sighed. He felt a year's worth of stress leave him in that sigh, finally relaxing with the familiar smell that meant he was home. Leather, cedar, whisky, and cake… Wait… Cake?

Fiona took off running, excited to be home as well. Wasting no time she went looking for one of her all time favorite people on the Earth. “VIIIIINNNNNNNNNIIIIEEEEEE!”

Gideon chuckled at her excitement.

Pulling at the tie around his neck, Gideon took off his suit jacket, hanging it on a hook in the foyer closet. His tie went to the same hook, feeling more relaxed with every action.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Rose, his fiance, smiling at her daughter as she tore through the house looking for Lavinia. Walking over to his bride slowly, he stood in front of her, head tilted, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Welcome home my bride.” He said softly, with a smile only Rose got to see. Cradling her face, he leaned down to kiss her lips softly, but the kiss quickly turned into a more passionate one. Pulling back, resting his forehead against hers, Gideon sighed.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife. Mrs. Blackwood has a lovely ring to it.”]]> <![CDATA[Camdown #8: Welcome Home : Nord-Stone]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=927 Sat, 28 Feb 2026 06:05:04 +0000 Matilda Nordstrom]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=927 10 April 1922
9am

Tilly was freaking out. Arriving home from Easter break, Bram, her grandpa and guardian had been off. Something had obviously been bothering him, but he wouldn’t give specifics when asked. Quieter than normal, disheveled, more owls coming and going than she had ever seen.

He was a busy man, she told herself.

Then, on the morning of the 10th, it got worse. An owl came knocking at the window early, and very insistent. Tilly let him in, immediately recognizing it as Claude, the Ravenstone family owl. Something wasn’t right, she could sense it. “GRAMPS! Claude is here, he seems flustered!”

Bram wasted no time, running into the room, clutching the letter tied to Claude’s foot. Obviously important, Bram read it quickly and cursed under his breath. Not good news apparently.

“Tilly, I need your help darling. Something has happened. Can you please make sure that Alice and Ever’s rooms are ready for them. Actually. No, I think it would be better if they were together. Lets set up Alice’s room with a larger bed, ask Poppy to make it a king. Lots of blankets and pillows.” Bram kept talking, flustered in his speech, as he furiously began writing on a piece of parchment.

Her stomach dropped at the mention of Alice and Ever’s names. With everything that Ever had been through in the last year, and the way she had deteriorated into a shell over her former self, she knew this was bad. “What happened, are they ok?” Tilly asked, her voice breaking on the last word.

Bram sighed, stopping to look at Tilly. “No, I’m afraid not. I don’t have time to go into everything, but they will be coming to live here for some time. I will tell you more later, but I need to get them here.” The letter was ready, attached to a new owl, ready to fly out the nearest open window.

7pm

It had been hours since Bram had left their townhouse in Cantebury.

Tilly paced the living room, waiting for some kind of news. An owl, a knock at the door, the fireplace coming to life with floo powder… Something. With the help of their house manager Poppy, Tilly got Alice's room ready for her cousins. The bed took up a large portion of room, filled with pillows and soft blankets. Everything cozy Tilly could find, including a few stuffed animals. Sometimes you just needed to cuddle.

With the sudden roar of the fire, green flames lit up the room. Seconds later, out walked three people, Bram, Alice and Ever. Bram helping Ever, nearly carrying her out of the fire, no recognition or light in her eyes. Running forward, Tilly engulfed Alice in a huge hug, something she was sure her cousin would need.

((OOC: Powerplay of Bram Ok with his Human, who is also me))]]> <![CDATA[Wyrmgate #13: Coming home to Everything : BB]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=711 Fri, 05 Dec 2025 06:16:02 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=711 5 July 1921
The last three weeks had been hell. School let out at the beginning of June, then he spent a week cleaning up his quarters and office, getting ready for the move to the dungeon. The news that he would be leaving Hufflepuff for Slytherin should have been a welcome announcement, but he would miss his angry little badgers. Some of them.

Being a resident of Slytherin House for seven years made the news more palatable. Far better then inheriting a tower room. No one on their right mind would ever give him the Ravenclaw house.

Once the cleaning and packing were done, he made a list of things he would need to bring with him before next term. Specifically, things for his new class because he was now not only Deputy, but a full time Professor.

God help the children… and him.

After getting home from the castle, the news of Catrin’s Pregnancy made the round, making him supremely happy for his oldest brother. Unfortunately the pregnancy was taking a tole on his sister in law, so Wesley couldn’t make the quarterly audit of the foreign Blackwood & Son’s stores. With their dad getting older, it fell on Gideon’s shoulders.

The next eldest being Archer, who ran the less legal side of B&S, Hayes bringing up the rear of the boys, only working on the financials. Ask him to audit inventory and sales strategies and he was liable to claw his own ears off. And then there was the baby, Lavinia, who ran the Diagon Alley bar with an iron fist.

Gideon said goodbye to Rose and Fiona, hating the tears in their eyes. He was so madly in love with Rose, and Fiona had carved a spot in his heart that was irreparably changed. He would miss them fiercely. He had thought about bringing them out for a vacation, but that would just delay the return to London, and getting the girls moved in. Having them all under one roof was what he needed more than anything.

The three weeks abroad had been difficult, removed from the B&S business for nearly a year, but he fell right into the role with ease. Some stores were being run beautifully and needed very little instruction from him. They held meetings, went over financials, talked about new products coming out before the fourth quarter and went over hiring needs. A few days there were enough, then he was off to the next building.

Others tried his patients. Their flagship store in Berlin, Germany was failing in most metrics. He was there for a full week and a half pinpointing the issues. Turns out it was a management issue. The manager in question was let go, the Assistant taking up the position with ease, and already making strides before Gideon left. There would be more training needed, but they were on their way to success.

During his trip, Gideon took very little time off. He was exhausted, but wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Now, finally back in London, he was ready to crash. It was just around dinner time, but he had plans to crash, then wake up early and head straight to Rose’s place. He would go tonight, but he was dead on his feet. What he had planned would take sleep and energy.

Walking into the front door, Gideon toed off his dress shoes, unbuttoned his suit jacket and dropped his suitcase to the floor. Hanging up his jacket, he sighed, happy to be home. Shutting his eyes, Gideon took in a deep breath, happy for the first time in weeks. His senses were exhausted, but he started noticing a few things. First, the smell. It was vanilla, but not sweet treats vanilla… rose vanilla. The house smelled like her.

His eyes opened, taking in the foyer. A pair of heels, two small to be Vin’s. A much smaller pair of mary janes. Fiona’s shoes. “VIN! Where are you?!”

Unbuttoning his vest, eyes scrunched up in thought, there were other things different. New toss pillows on the sofa. Kids coloring books and crayons on the coffee table. His heartrate was accelerating. His mind coming to one conclusion, but not wanting his hopes to be wrong.

Then he heard it. Footsteps. Running. Little feet running barefoot on the wood floor.

“GGGIIIIIIDDDDDEEEOOON!!!!”

Fiona ran down the hall and launched herself into his arms. Catching her was second nature, his little monkey. Arms wrapped around this tiny frame, he squeezed her tight, never wanting to let her go.

“My sweet, what are you doing here?” He hugged her again, kissing the top of her head and began walking towards the kitchen. Then he heard footsteps. Waiting on baited breath, Gideon watched as someone walked down the hall towards him.]]> 5 July 1921
The last three weeks had been hell. School let out at the beginning of June, then he spent a week cleaning up his quarters and office, getting ready for the move to the dungeon. The news that he would be leaving Hufflepuff for Slytherin should have been a welcome announcement, but he would miss his angry little badgers. Some of them.

Being a resident of Slytherin House for seven years made the news more palatable. Far better then inheriting a tower room. No one on their right mind would ever give him the Ravenclaw house.

Once the cleaning and packing were done, he made a list of things he would need to bring with him before next term. Specifically, things for his new class because he was now not only Deputy, but a full time Professor.

God help the children… and him.

After getting home from the castle, the news of Catrin’s Pregnancy made the round, making him supremely happy for his oldest brother. Unfortunately the pregnancy was taking a tole on his sister in law, so Wesley couldn’t make the quarterly audit of the foreign Blackwood & Son’s stores. With their dad getting older, it fell on Gideon’s shoulders.

The next eldest being Archer, who ran the less legal side of B&S, Hayes bringing up the rear of the boys, only working on the financials. Ask him to audit inventory and sales strategies and he was liable to claw his own ears off. And then there was the baby, Lavinia, who ran the Diagon Alley bar with an iron fist.

Gideon said goodbye to Rose and Fiona, hating the tears in their eyes. He was so madly in love with Rose, and Fiona had carved a spot in his heart that was irreparably changed. He would miss them fiercely. He had thought about bringing them out for a vacation, but that would just delay the return to London, and getting the girls moved in. Having them all under one roof was what he needed more than anything.

The three weeks abroad had been difficult, removed from the B&S business for nearly a year, but he fell right into the role with ease. Some stores were being run beautifully and needed very little instruction from him. They held meetings, went over financials, talked about new products coming out before the fourth quarter and went over hiring needs. A few days there were enough, then he was off to the next building.

Others tried his patients. Their flagship store in Berlin, Germany was failing in most metrics. He was there for a full week and a half pinpointing the issues. Turns out it was a management issue. The manager in question was let go, the Assistant taking up the position with ease, and already making strides before Gideon left. There would be more training needed, but they were on their way to success.

During his trip, Gideon took very little time off. He was exhausted, but wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Now, finally back in London, he was ready to crash. It was just around dinner time, but he had plans to crash, then wake up early and head straight to Rose’s place. He would go tonight, but he was dead on his feet. What he had planned would take sleep and energy.

Walking into the front door, Gideon toed off his dress shoes, unbuttoned his suit jacket and dropped his suitcase to the floor. Hanging up his jacket, he sighed, happy to be home. Shutting his eyes, Gideon took in a deep breath, happy for the first time in weeks. His senses were exhausted, but he started noticing a few things. First, the smell. It was vanilla, but not sweet treats vanilla… rose vanilla. The house smelled like her.

His eyes opened, taking in the foyer. A pair of heels, two small to be Vin’s. A much smaller pair of mary janes. Fiona’s shoes. “VIN! Where are you?!”

Unbuttoning his vest, eyes scrunched up in thought, there were other things different. New toss pillows on the sofa. Kids coloring books and crayons on the coffee table. His heartrate was accelerating. His mind coming to one conclusion, but not wanting his hopes to be wrong.

Then he heard it. Footsteps. Running. Little feet running barefoot on the wood floor.

“GGGIIIIIIDDDDDEEEOOON!!!!”

Fiona ran down the hall and launched herself into his arms. Catching her was second nature, his little monkey. Arms wrapped around this tiny frame, he squeezed her tight, never wanting to let her go.

“My sweet, what are you doing here?” He hugged her again, kissing the top of her head and began walking towards the kitchen. Then he heard footsteps. Waiting on baited breath, Gideon watched as someone walked down the hall towards him.]]> <![CDATA[Wyrmgate #13: Insomnia at it's Finest :: BlackByrne]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=638 Thu, 13 Nov 2025 04:15:33 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=638
Was he tired? Yes, Gideon was exhausted. Would he have traded it for anything? Absolutely not. Walking around the muggle zoo looking at the animals, occasionally having Fiona’s hand find his. The small delicate hand wrapping around his much bigger hand, his heart warmed at the memory. Add to that a few piggy back rides and listening to the sweet girl giggle, he was hooked.

It had been a long day. Walking around the zoo with Rose, Fiona and Vinnie, then shopping around the city, eating lunch and dinner out at local restaurants, they were all dragging as they got back to the townhouse. Little Fiona had passed out at the restaurant as they were paying their bill, so instead of waking her up and forcing her to walk, he picked her up and let her sleep while they walked back. Her little arms wrapping around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. She weighed nearly nothing in his arms. A few times, he caught himself rubbing circles on her back, soothing her back into a deep slumber.

Entering into the townhouse, Gideon tipped his head towards the stairs. The international sign for ‘I'm going to take her upstairs, want to follow? Because I am way out of my depth here.’

Climbing the stairs, Gideon went straight for Fiona’s room, cradling her head as he carefully lowered her to the bed. At this point he was lost. Having no idea what to do for the small girl, already curling up on the bed. Turning to Rose, thank goodness, she would know what to do. Gideon kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear so as to not wake Fiona.

“It’s late. I’m going to take a shower and head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” With a sigh, he kissed her forehead, then a chaste kiss on the lips. He wanted to deepen it. In fact he wanted to steal her away for at least 24 hours, but that would have to wait.

Retreating to his room, Gideon took a long… cold… shower, before brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He laid there, listening to the noises of the house, creaking floorboards, the wind outside in the trees, the sound of Vinnie upstairs moving around, then silence. Shutting his eyes, Gideon tried his best to drift off into dream land.]]>
Was he tired? Yes, Gideon was exhausted. Would he have traded it for anything? Absolutely not. Walking around the muggle zoo looking at the animals, occasionally having Fiona’s hand find his. The small delicate hand wrapping around his much bigger hand, his heart warmed at the memory. Add to that a few piggy back rides and listening to the sweet girl giggle, he was hooked.

It had been a long day. Walking around the zoo with Rose, Fiona and Vinnie, then shopping around the city, eating lunch and dinner out at local restaurants, they were all dragging as they got back to the townhouse. Little Fiona had passed out at the restaurant as they were paying their bill, so instead of waking her up and forcing her to walk, he picked her up and let her sleep while they walked back. Her little arms wrapping around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. She weighed nearly nothing in his arms. A few times, he caught himself rubbing circles on her back, soothing her back into a deep slumber.

Entering into the townhouse, Gideon tipped his head towards the stairs. The international sign for ‘I'm going to take her upstairs, want to follow? Because I am way out of my depth here.’

Climbing the stairs, Gideon went straight for Fiona’s room, cradling her head as he carefully lowered her to the bed. At this point he was lost. Having no idea what to do for the small girl, already curling up on the bed. Turning to Rose, thank goodness, she would know what to do. Gideon kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear so as to not wake Fiona.

“It’s late. I’m going to take a shower and head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” With a sigh, he kissed her forehead, then a chaste kiss on the lips. He wanted to deepen it. In fact he wanted to steal her away for at least 24 hours, but that would have to wait.

Retreating to his room, Gideon took a long… cold… shower, before brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He laid there, listening to the noises of the house, creaking floorboards, the wind outside in the trees, the sound of Vinnie upstairs moving around, then silence. Shutting his eyes, Gideon tried his best to drift off into dream land.]]> <![CDATA[Wyrmgate #13: Blackwood's]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=625 Fri, 07 Nov 2025 03:04:57 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=625

Lavinia's Bedroom]]>

Lavinia's Bedroom]]> <![CDATA[Wyrmgate #13: Make Yourself at Home :: BlackByrne]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=624 Fri, 07 Nov 2025 02:48:16 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=624
The kiss they shared had unlocked feelings he had never allowed himself to feel before. Not even with Elizabeth. He wanted Rose. Every part of her.

Her being a mother didn’t scare Gideon. He was always good with kids. Wanted kids of his own in fact. Being the Deputy Head Master at Hogwarts was actually far more fulfilling than he ever anticipated, purely for the fact that he was around kids all day. Except for the older kids, they were annoying.

When Gideon brought up the idea of Rose and Fiona joining him at his home in London, he wasn’t sure how she would take it. They had been dancing around labeling their relationship for a while, but after the tower and the night with her in his arms, he was fully invested.

Arriving at the house, Gideon opened the door, holding it open for the girls to enter. “Come on in ladies, we can leave the bags here. I’ll bring them to your rooms later.”

Gideon took their coats, hanging them on the hall tree just next to the door. He wanted them to be comfortable, and thankfully Lavinia was able to get the rooms ready. “So down here we have the main living areas, the kitchen, a bathroom and the office. Vinni and I share the office space, since she is here a lot more than I am. On the second floor there are the two guest rooms and the master suite. And on the third floor, there is another bed and bathroom, along with a small living area. That’s Vinni’s.”

Leading the girls through the downstairs, Gideon pointed out a few details while walking towards the kitchen. The kitchen was probably his favorite room in the house. Dark green cabinets, black range, an old table was turned into an island with a marble top. Copper accents all over the kitchen brought in a rich touch.

“I’ll show you to your rooms upstairs. Once you’re settled I can start dinner. Any requests?”]]> <![CDATA[Mayfair - Game of Thrones | Roger & James]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=566 Tue, 14 Oct 2025 00:00:38 +0000 James Laurence]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=566 Wednesday, December 15, 1920
The Burke Home in Mayfair
7:45 PM
The townhome was lovely. Elegantly decorated with more than a touch of a sophistication, Roger's wife had truly outdone herself and leaned heavily into the London trends of the season.

Amelia was beside herself, cooing and complimenting nearly everything her green eyes fell on. James adored her. Sweet as honey and not an elitist bone in her body, bless her. She was always so impressed with what others in their circles accumulated and procured, despite having grown up in them. In many ways, she still carried that girlish excitement about her, and while endearing, she could come off immature at times.

He was grateful his father had arranged him to such an agreeable young woman. Pretty as a picture, never fussed, never questioned, always supportive.

When the women had tucked themselves into a corner to discuss whatever gossip they had to share, James and Roger had retired to the man's office on the opposite side of the home. "Dinner was lovely. You outdid yourselves," James said, settling himself into an oversized chair the wine from dinner making easy relaxation of his muscles. He grinned slightly, motioning to the hallway behind him, "Amelia's easily impressed and a bit silly. She's still quite young. I hope you don't take her compliments lightly. She's genuine."

His wife hadn't wanted to leave their infant with Edith for the evening; she was still nursing and rarely found herself separated from their baby. But duty came first, before all else, and he was amused how quickly she'd gone from pouting about the whole thing to practically squealing with delight over the Burkes.

"How soon will you collect Ruth and head back home?" James asked lightly, preferring to jump right into talks after all the niceties and politeness of dinner. "Did you have a chance to look over the highlights I had my elf bring you?"

It wasn't often James shared information on his business dealings, but this was an exceptional case, and if it helped move things along and get everything settled for his nephew, then he was glad to make it.]]> Wednesday, December 15, 1920
The Burke Home in Mayfair
7:45 PM
The townhome was lovely. Elegantly decorated with more than a touch of a sophistication, Roger's wife had truly outdone herself and leaned heavily into the London trends of the season.

Amelia was beside herself, cooing and complimenting nearly everything her green eyes fell on. James adored her. Sweet as honey and not an elitist bone in her body, bless her. She was always so impressed with what others in their circles accumulated and procured, despite having grown up in them. In many ways, she still carried that girlish excitement about her, and while endearing, she could come off immature at times.

He was grateful his father had arranged him to such an agreeable young woman. Pretty as a picture, never fussed, never questioned, always supportive.

When the women had tucked themselves into a corner to discuss whatever gossip they had to share, James and Roger had retired to the man's office on the opposite side of the home. "Dinner was lovely. You outdid yourselves," James said, settling himself into an oversized chair the wine from dinner making easy relaxation of his muscles. He grinned slightly, motioning to the hallway behind him, "Amelia's easily impressed and a bit silly. She's still quite young. I hope you don't take her compliments lightly. She's genuine."

His wife hadn't wanted to leave their infant with Edith for the evening; she was still nursing and rarely found herself separated from their baby. But duty came first, before all else, and he was amused how quickly she'd gone from pouting about the whole thing to practically squealing with delight over the Burkes.

"How soon will you collect Ruth and head back home?" James asked lightly, preferring to jump right into talks after all the niceties and politeness of dinner. "Did you have a chance to look over the highlights I had my elf bring you?"

It wasn't often James shared information on his business dealings, but this was an exceptional case, and if it helped move things along and get everything settled for his nephew, then he was glad to make it.]]>