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Post by John Bristow on Dec 11, 2014 13:15:21 GMT -5
Heading in to the main hall of the school John was given a badge for himself and Laszlo so that they could sit in the pick up area without questions.
It was the first time he'd actually been in the school since Marie had left for it.
The school had been open 100 years and it looked like it. The architecture was based in the classics, Greek and Roman, with an English flair. The pick up area was a big marble hall with columns lining it, paintings of rivers and solemn old women adorned the walls and John was both intrigued and horrified by them.
They weren't there long.
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Post by Marie Bristow on Dec 11, 2014 13:17:13 GMT -5
Marie could hardly hold on to her satchel as she ran along the hallway "Papa!"
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 11, 2014 13:23:28 GMT -5
Standing up from his bench he steadied himself for the strength that was a growing girl seeing her father for the first time in months.
He wasn't disappointed when she launched herself in to his arms throwing two wld arms, that felt longer than they were the last time he held her, around his neck.
"Oomph!" He stumbled back again "Hello chère."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Dec 11, 2014 13:30:58 GMT -5
She slid back on her feet in a second and grinned up at her father, showing teeth that looked slightly too big for her mouth.
With the same smile she turned to Laszlo and hugged him too.
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Post by László on Dec 24, 2014 19:44:10 GMT -5
László hugged her back.
"Hey, Marie," he said.
Having spent the time that he had around John's kids had made him less awkward about them, especially Marie who was old enough to have intricate conversations with.
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 27, 2014 13:39:19 GMT -5
John chuckled and wrapped a protective arm around his daughter as she returned to him "So you know of any good fish and chips places close?"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Dec 27, 2014 13:40:51 GMT -5
"Two actually" she smiled "but the best one is where they make their own malt vinegar."
She kept grinning.
Her family meant everything to her and being so far away from them for so long it was difficult.
"How's Hazel? Lost? Everyone?"
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Post by John Bristow on Dec 27, 2014 13:42:30 GMT -5
"They're good, they're all good. Little Miss Hazel has gotten a part in a small opera, she's very excited."
They quickly moved out of the school and to the car that John had procured for the day. The driver was a smiley gentleman whom was content at listening to the radio and playing the drums on the wheel.
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Post by László on Jan 6, 2015 12:00:19 GMT -5
László settled back into the seat, listening to the drift of the conversation. At one point, he finally piped up.
"Hey, Marie, what do you think of the future new royal couple?"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Jan 6, 2015 14:32:41 GMT -5
"I think they're adorable" she laughed "they seem very nice, not like typical royals you know?"
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Post by László on Jan 15, 2015 1:15:36 GMT -5
László tucked that one always errant lock of his hair behind his ear.
"I've never really seen something like it. Er, not where I came from. My homeland's got a Prime Minister. I guess that's not quite the same."
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Post by John Bristow on Jan 15, 2015 19:16:02 GMT -5
"Well this is the first time in our lifetime and the first time the bloodlines been diverted in this way" John wasn't a huge fan of the monarchy, he hoped this woman had some sort of sense in her head.
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Post by László on Feb 1, 2015 12:19:20 GMT -5
"Just have to take a 'wait and see' attitude, I guess."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 2, 2015 13:55:43 GMT -5
"Sure" he smiled and threw his arms around the two of them "first fish and chips."
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Post by László on Feb 14, 2015 12:29:53 GMT -5
"All right! Which way?"
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