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Een RPG uit een magisch verleden...
Waan je in een wereld van historie en magie, van stoffige vellen perkament en sprankelende toverdranken, van donkere kerkers en flitsende duellen. Welkom in de wereld van Pumpkins & Parchment!
Houd je van schrijven? Heb je ook gedagdroomd bij een wereld als die in Harry Potter? Beleef deze wereld, tegen het decor van een industrialiserend Engeland, waar alles mogelijk lijkt te zijn, en misschien ook is...
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By Stephen Silvershore · Posted
There had been a time that Stephen would be proud of the fact that he was very much like his grandfather. Nowadays he was not too sure of it. The mixed feelings he has, the doubt, the anger, it was all so confusing to him and he did not know what to do with it. It made him do stupid things, like announcing at the Christmas table his father was still alive. Damn it, he knew better than that. He was smart, silent and observant. He was not impulsive, loud and obnoxious. He pressed his lips together, but he did not comment on it. Not yet. Perhaps once he had sorted out all these stupid feelings. “Arithmancy is interesting too”, Stephen agreed as he set the plates on the table. “Oh yes. Aunt Mel has taught me a lot. Ever since mom got married to that Paget guy, I’m spending most of my time with aunt Mel”. At least there he was always welcome and they did not force him to participate in a family gathering every day. Even so, he liked to share the dinner table with his aunt, uncle and cousins. The Pagets he did not like. They thought that just because his mom married their dad, they were now close family. It did not work like that for Stephen and the more they tried to push it on him, the more he resisted. “Oh, not much”, he shrugged after he set down the last of the cutlery. There, that was done. “I’m mostly studying or at aunt Mel. Hogwarts is the usual”. Although he missed his cousin Ada there. He still had to see if he could convince aunt Mel to allow her to come back at Hogwarts. At the question about his future career, he smiled. “Pathologist”, he said without hesitant. “Working in the lab, finding antidotes, new deceased and finding the cures against them. Stuff like that”. He could still do something to help people, without having to interact with them too much. If he had not been so socially awkward, he might have considered becoming a doctor. As a pathologist, he could still be some sort of doctor. Stephen glanced at his father, wondering what he would think of the career choice. At this moment in life, he was not too sure what everyone expected him to become. -
By Isaac Dover · Posted
"Smart. You share that with your grandfather, actually," Isaac added with a wry smile. "He very rarely drank alcohol, although he often pretended to. Having a clear head was very important for the kind of...work he did." The kind of work he'd taught his sons to do. Although Isaac had been rather proud to discover some of it worked even with alcohol. Not too much, never too much, but the right amount made different patterns appear in the brain, showing new possibilities. Yet another thing him and his father had disagreed on. "But plenty of cava left! And we'll put some lemonade out as well." Isaac listened to Stephen talk while they set the table and chuckled at the Divination remark. It felt oddly familiar yet entirely new to get to know this child who was becoming a young man. His child. He briefly glanced at the kitchen, knowing kids were somewhat of a delicate topic for Esme. She seemed to be doing alright so far, but then they hadn't really been able to talk and process everything yet. "Ah, I was very much a numbers guy, myself," he admitted, knowing it wasn't usually the most sexy topic for people. "Always loved Arithmancy, which came in handy for the economics that came after. But other than that I always liked anything to do with healing spells, some potions, some herbology. Although your aunt is the real expert for the latter, which I'm sure you found out." Funny, he never would have thought Mel would get into plants, but then she always had an odd determination to prove everyone wrong about her. "What's happening later? Have you decided on a career yet?" -
By Avery Hollow · Posted
Ave laughed. 'That's true, though I'll argue I also get in enough trouble outside my job. Funnily enough when I'm around Felix, most of the time anyway, so maybe we're both a magnet for trouble besides.' She shrugged, grinned. 'Does keep things interesting, though.' She didn't think she could do a boring life. Slow down a bit, maybe, sure, but she needed the adrenaline, the unexpectedness, the adventure, and, well, if it got her in trouble, that was what it was. 'I'll see what I can do,' Avery promised. 'It will probably take a bit, but, well, whatever I can uncover might be worth it either way, right?' She hoped so, anyway. She tore her eyes away from Merry, however, when she spotted something in the distance. It took her a bit longer to make out than it had probably been for Merry, but she did end up seeing it, and she grinned. 'Dunno,' she said. 'Want to go check it out?' Without waiting for an answer, she pulled Merry along. This was way too interesting. And probably dangerous, but who knew? -
By Merry Appleby · Posted
Merry grinned. "Alright, you're right, our bar for trouble isn't exactly... High.... You're worse, though, it's in your job description." She was just a dear little lazy rich girl, and part-time staff at a local dainty inn. Alright, being a nurse probably did qualify as looking for trouble... Especially if you catered in particular to those people who could not afford to go to the public hospital, where prices were really reasonable but other reasons could keep you away. "No, I think that would be... If you would, that would be really sweet. Poor little kid. Hey, look, what's that?" In the far distance, something was shimmering. -
By Avery Hollow · Posted
'Ah, so you go way back, then,' Avery said. In hindsight, she should have put two and two together, but, well, it wasn't like they spoke much about their time in school, and hindsight was also 20/20. 'I mean, aren't we all?' she grinned. 'I mean, just look at the shit Felix and I find ourselves in on a regular basis.' Honestly, they should know better, but maybe they were just less and less aware of the risks because they took them every day. 'But, yeah, she is, though I would argue she's getting in less trouble than I do, even if that bar isn't exactly low to begin with, so, well, I don't know how much that says about her and how much it says about me.' A lot, probably. 'Hmm, if you wish? I could maybe see if someone mentions something about his kid, or he himself? I won't ask him, because it would be way too suspicious, but when the opportunity strikes? Or do you want me to back out of it?'
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