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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 18:33:59 GMT -5
"We just tell them," Dare said. "We're fostering three kids, a friend's brother and sisters. At this point it'd be fostering. We can't assume it'll only be a month, but we can't assume it'll be forever, either." He sighed and looked back over at the kids. Theirs at home were little. It could be as easy as introducing them all. Or these kids could need watched. They'd have to spend time together to figure it all out.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 18:46:36 GMT -5
Michael hesitated a little longer before nodding finally. They would have to set up more bedrooms. There were plenty of unused rooms, but only a couple were furnished, and those were done up like guest rooms. "Okay, we'll give it a try." What was it about the world that was so insistent on throwing children into the group?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 18:55:54 GMT -5
"We can get one of the twins' old cribs for the little one, the older ones can have guest rooms..." For the night at least, that would have to do. "Wynne needs a bonus for this." And a raise if it kept on. Three more kids. This was going to be expensive. So why did the idea of rising to the challenge hold so much appeal?
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Post by Trent Frey on Dec 28, 2014 19:11:34 GMT -5
While his friends tried to find a place for all these kids, Lyric talked to all the official-types. He didn't want to talk about his own childhood, but they dragged enough out of him to suit their needs, and got hold of some papers that proved they had the same father. Yes, technically he could be their guardian. If not for his record.
Even if he'd wanted to take them, which he most definitely did not, he had a few too many arrests and other run-ins with the law for them to place his own siblings with him as foster kids. He could keep his daughter just fine, because he'd f~ed her mom and that was enough, but they wouldn't give him other people's kids. And if anything happened to his daughter they'd be checking in.
It felt like days before he was finally told where the kids would be staying, and he gave the Blackwood-Hardts a look as grateful as he'd ever given. The kids were off his hands.
"So this is Dare and Michael. They work at Hogwarts. You know Hogwarts, right?"
The older kids looked unsure. The little one looked about to fall asleep.
"The magical school?"
The kids nodded. Oh yeah, that.
"Uh, tell the guys your names." There was way too much going on for Lyric to remember.
"Helle Elise," the oldest said, and looked to her brother.
"Kai Odd Leif."
"And this is Natalia Birgitte," the girl added, bending to pick up her sister. The toddler couldn't get her eyes away from Dare's hair, and started pointing at it after a moment.
"Blå," the toddler said, pointing. "Blå hår."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 19:27:19 GMT -5
They all seemed to understand English just fine and Dare was used to enough twin talk that blå hår sounded just like blue hair to him. "Yeah, I have blue hair," he said, then looked to the other kids.
"We have three kids at home," he warned them. "Three and a half year old twin boys and a daughter about her age. We also have a couple big dogs. Are any of you allergic to dogs?" Or afraid. He meant afraid. Luckily the kids shook their heads. Dare looked aside at Michael. Apparently these kids weren't big on talking. Much like their half-brother and his daughter.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 19:35:57 GMT -5
Maybe being around their talkative twins would help pull conversation out of the new kids, but Michael supposed he probably shouldn't expect a lot of easy communication. "It's a busy place, and we also have a governess and house elves who live there. We get a lot of visitors, do you like people?" It wasn't like they would never see Reprise or Lyric, too, since their visitors regularly included them and Keith.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 19:47:29 GMT -5
Note to readers: The kids have been traded off as foster kids. This is all author-approved. When they're old enough they can have their own separate character accounts.
The older kids looked at each other again in silent communication, then gave hesitant nods.
"Can you handle a lot of noise and activity?" Dare asked, rephrasing.
The kids nodded.
"Okay. We have some papers to fill out, but we'll take you up to the castle soon. Did you bring anything with you?" What did a couple preteen runaways bring on an international trip?
The girl handed her sister to the boy in a somewhat awkward exchange, then turned to show that she had a little sack purse slung around her neck and under her arm. "Mor put a charm on it so it's bigger inside. I packed it."
"I helped."
"Kai helped."
"We've got places for everyone to sleep. They're guest rooms, but you'll be close to each other." That was something he remembered Andy worrying about. It finally occurred to Dare just how in over their heads they could be. These kids had been abused. What did he know about that?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2014 20:02:46 GMT -5
"We can put you all on the same floor, so you're just a few seconds' walk away," Michael said. There may need to be some kind of rearranging to make it seem less like the kids were separated from the rest of the family, but they could deal with that later. Now there was paperwork to do, and breaking the news to Wynne, and hoping that everyone managed to get along.
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