#kathleen alton

[kathrynalicemc]

Legends of The Empyrean: A children’s adventure novel series written by Julio Aquila

I made these literally in February and had a whole list and was planning to make more for other fun myths and locations but it’s been so long that I literally don’t remember them and have no ambition so I thought I would post these 😂 Recent asks have gotten me into an Empyrean mood. @carewyncromwell

#hpfb #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts era #the empyrean #julio aquila #desiree lestrange #lugh hopper #felix witt #kathleen alton

[carewyncromwell]

Character ask: Bonjour Desiree! 👋 How do you and your crewmates decide on which country or destination to visit whenever you're all at the Empyrean? Does it involve planning ahead, does it depend on the mission, or are they chosen spontaneously? Speaking of your crewmates, what are they up to today?

Desiree: "Mm...well, most of ze time, our course is guided by ze whims of our Captain. However spontaneous zhey can be."

[She shoots a significant smile in Jules's direction. @kathrynalicemc]

Desiree: "But zat does not mean zat Monsieur Aquila is disinterested in ze rest of ze crew's ideas for future destinations -- au contraire. Monsieur Aquila is very charmed by ze tales of non-Magique pirates, who were quite democratic in zheir approach to sailing ze seas. Everyzhing zhey did was settled by popular vote. Alzhough Monsieur Aquila frequently proposes new destinations and missions for us, he will always give ze others a chance to disagree or propose alternatives. Zhere have even been some select times, when any member of ze crew has actively opposed ze mission, that ze Empyrean will fly to ze destination and only zhose who approve of ze mission shall undertake it."

Mon Ami Alton bypassed Monsieur Aquila's 'targets' zhat made him collide with me prior to my joining ze crew, after all.

Desiree: "But yes -- alzhough Monsieur Aquila is our captain and navigator, he is always open to ozher destinations. I doubt Monsieur Aquila would've directed us toward ze United States as much as he 'as if not for Monsieur Zain requesting it...and of course if Mon Ami Alton @oneirataxia-girl ever requires any new equipment, Monsieur Aquila will immediately plot a course to fetch it."

[Desiree smiles a bit more affectionately. Jules's devotion to the people in his life was one of the things Desiree admired most about him.]

Desiree: "...As for ze crew, we 'ave all set about our daily duties. I've finished taking inventory and checking all of ze ropes and sails, and now I'm cleaning ze galley. Mon Ami Alton has zet to work fixing ze furnace, while Monsieurs Hopper @thatravenpuffwitch and Witt @sirfluffig 'ave taken Monsieur Zain into town zo zhat zhey can pick up supplies... (as an aside) Monsieur Zain has become more capable on his own, but Monsieur Hopper and I ztill don't think it best he go out without zome zupport -- especially around les Non-Magiques. And Monsieur Witt is very good at getting good deals at ze market."

[At that very moment, Zephyr the occamy has slithered through the air over to his "mom," curling up around her neck like a playful little scarf. Desiree laughs, clearly a bit startled, but nonetheless rubs at the back of his neck with her finger.]

Desiree: "Ah! And given zat Zephyr has come to see me, rather zhan staying with Monsieur Aquila...I would hazard a guess zhat he's completely focused on plotting our route."

[Her black eyes sparkle with fondness as she looks up at the ceiling. Maybe she should check on Jules and see how things were shaping up...]

Character Ask!

#character ask #desiree lestrange #ask desiree #roleplaying #jules aquila #julio aquila #kathleen alton #felix witt #lugh hopper #darian zain #zephyr

[britishchick09]

A Tricky Treat: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

spooky season is here!! i had a different story in mind for today, but a newspaper clipping inspired me to come up with this one. it took just a day to write (october 30th to the 31st) and it's an exciting one. enjoy! ;D

it's the wadlows' first halloween in sanford avenue and the first trick or treat event in alton! harold jr. is excited to get candy... until it's stolen! will he, betty and senpai be able to catch the thief?

 A cold wind swept through Sanford Avenue as Robert pushed aside leaves from the walkway. He shivered at the chill and looked up at the darkening sky. Not too long from now, kids would be walking down the now empty streets. They were taking part in something called trick-or-treating.

The tradition had been around in Scotland and Ireland for centuries, but it didn’t appear in the United States until five years ago. It had spread across the country since then, and now it had arrived in Alton.

“Robert!” he heard a voice call.

It was Helen. Her short hair waved in the breeze as she poked her head out. “Yeah?” Robert asked her.

“Junior needs some help with his costume.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Helen went inside and Robert finished raking. He smiled as he imagined Harold Jr. romping in the leaves. He was so excited for Halloween! Robert put the rake away and ducked inside the house.

“Big Brother!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “Is my mask sticking up?” Harold Jr. was going as The Phantom of the Opera. Addie had made a robe from a piece of black cloth and Helen had helped Junior create a mask from some spare fabric. Robert thought he looked quite spooky!

“Let’s see…” Robert looked at the top of Harold Jr’s head. “It looks like it.” “But The Phantom’s mask isn’t supposed to do that!”

Robert tried to flatten the top, but it stuck right back up again. “Hmm… Why don’t we just trim it?” Harold Jr. stepped back. “No! Then part of my face would show. That’s why I have the mask on.”

“Doesn’t he wear a hat at one point?” Helen asked. “You could do that.”

Harold Jr. grinned. “That’s a great idea! I’ll go look for one.”

He was about to run off when Betty said, “I’ll get it for you. Dad’s hat is hard to reach in the closet.”

Harold Jr. smiled gratefully at his big sister and she ran upstairs, nearly bumping into Eugene. “Hey!” he exclaimed. “What’s the rush?”

“She’s getting a hat for my mask.” Harold Jr. said.

“It already looks spooky enough!”

Chatter could be heard outside. Kids could be seen through the window. They walked up to the house across the street and gave a chorus of something that couldn’t quite be heard through the glass.

They’re probably saying ‘trick or treat’! Robert guessed with a smile. The kids held out bags and the homeowner gave them candy. Then they went onto the next house.

“This ‘tricking treats’ thing was a great idea,” Addie remarked. “It’ll be a great way to get to know the neighbors!”

“It’s ‘trick or treat’,” Harold Jr. corrected her. “And it’ll also be a great way to get some sugar!” “I can’t believe people are going to just hand you free candy,” Eugene said. “I wish we had that when I was a kid. Back in my day, all we did was throw eggs and toilet paper on people’s houses.”

“They still do,” Addie said. “Yesterday, I heard Mrs. Whittaker talking about cleaning eggs off her window last year,” She gave Eugene a look. “I sure hope you won’t get tangled up in any tricks.” Eugene shook his head. “Nah, I’m going to Eddie’s house for a party.”

“The girls and I are having a party, too,” Helen added. “Marilyn’s hosting it.”

“Ooh! Marilyn!” Betty exclaimed in a sing-songy voice as she skipped down the stairs.

Robert felt his face turn hot. “I, uh, I hope you have fun.”

“Oh, we sure will.” Helen replied with a smile.

“I heard Kathleen Fahrig is having a party.” Betty said.

“Are you going?” “No, I don’t know her very well since she’s a year younger than me. I’d rather spend time here!” Betty replied with a smile before giving Harold Jr. one of their dad’s hats. “Here you go.”

Harold Jr. set the hat on his head. It slipped down towards his eyes!

“Whoops!” Betty exclaimed. “I guess it’s too big.”

“No, it’s perfect!” Harold Jr. said. “Now I’m even more of a mystery.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Harold Jr. ran up to it and yelled, “BOO!” as he opened it. That made the kids scream!

Harold Jr. giggled. “Happy Halloween!” he said as he gave the kids candy from a bowl.

Once the kids left, he ran to the kitchen to fetch a paper bag. “Is it time to get going?” Robert inquired as his baby brother returned to the living room.

“Yep, it’s time!” Harold Jr. replied excitedly.

Addie gave her eldest and youngest kids a kiss. “Have fun, you two!”

“We sure will, Mother.” Robert said with a chuckle.

He followed Harold Jr. to the door. Before they could leave, Betty exclaimed, “Wait! I want to go.”

“Are you sure? It seems like just kids are doing this.”

“Fourteen is never too old to get free candy!” Betty replied with a wink.

The calls of “Trick or treat!” could be heard as she stepped outside, Robert and Harold Jr. right behind her. They went to the house next door and waited before going up to the door.

“Trick or treat!” Harold Jr. called.

“I think you need to knock first.” Robert whispered. Harold Jr. gave three firm knocks. That caused a lady to open the door.

“Trick or treat!” Harold Jr. said.

“Oh my!” the lady exclaimed. “Aren’t you a little fright? Here you go, dear.” She gave Harold Jr. a couple candies. He thanked her before leaving with Betty and Robert.

“What did you get?” Betty asked. “I don’t know,” Harold Jr. unwrapped one of the candies and popped it in his mouth. “Mmm, it’s butterscotch!”

The neighbor across the street also had butterscotch. The one next door had Hershey Kisses, another had Violet Mints and a third had juicy apples! By the time they reached the end of the neighborhood, Harold Jr’s bag was bulging with candy.

Betty fished through the bag, finding a Milky Way bar. “Can I split this?”

“Sure!” Harold Jr. replied. “I got another one in here somewhere.” Betty broke the bar in two and set the other half in the bag.

Right before the road turned, there stood a gray house with many steps. Robert trudged up alongside Harold Jr. and Betty. He didn’t see candles or a jack o’ lantern in the window or Halloween decorations in the yard. The barren house made him feel a bit uneasy. Harold Jr., however, was unperturbed. He skipped up the steps and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He gave another knock. The door didn’t open.

“Try ringing.” Robert suggested softly.

Harold Jr. rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door swung open!

“What do you want?” an old lady demanded.

The siblings stared at her in shock.

“T- Trick or treat?” Harold Jr. said nervously.

The woman groaned. “Oh, not this again. I’ve had it up to here with those tricks! Those eggs took days to clean up!”

This must be Mrs. Whittaker. Robert guessed.

“We won’t put eggs on your house,” Harold Jr. reassured her. “We just want some candy.”

“Oh, that’s just blackmail, I tell you!” Mrs. Whittaker said.

Robert frowned. “Blackmail? That seems to be taking things a bit too far, don’t you think?” “Yeah, it jus’ kids n’ candy.” Betty agreed with her mouth full of a Milky Way.

“What’s blackmail?” Harold Jr. asked.

“It’s when no good kids like you act like gangsters and demand to be paid!” Mrs. Whittaker explained angrily. “If we don’t give you one of those candy bars, why, you’ll break our windows and pelt our houses with tomatoes.”

“But we won’t do that! We’ll just walk away sadly.” “Then do it! I’m not giving any sort of candy to anybody!”

Mrs. Whittaker slammed the door, which almost seemed to rattle. Shaken, Harold Jr. ran down the steps. Betty quickly caught up to him and Robert sauntered right behind her. He crouched down to touch Harold Jr.’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry about that, Junior,” he said. “She was awful.” “Yeah… But it’s okay,” Harold Jr. replied, his voice a bit reluctant. “I have a lot of candy, anyways.” The trees across the street rustled as the siblings went to a house that stood right on the curve. The man who lived there was much friendlier than Mrs. Whittaker. He gave a big 3 Musketeers bar to Harold Jr. and Betty and Robert!

“Should we go farther?” Harold Jr. asked once the trio returned to the sidewalk.

Robert looked down the road. Past a cluster of bare trees and a slight incline were more houses.

“I don’t know… Maybe we should head towards home.” he suggested.

“Yeah, we should tackle the houses across the street.” Betty agreed.

The two walked down the sidewalk. But before Harold Jr. could join them, the trees rustled once more. A lanky teenager ran out from behind them and took his bag!

“My candy!” Harold Jr. exclaimed.

“Hey!” Robert called to the teen. “Get back here!”

The thief laughed. “It’s mine now, sucker!”

“After him!” Betty declared.

She and Harold Jr. ran after the teen. Robert quickly walked behind them. A strong wind almost caused him to stumble. It threw the teen off balance as well. The bag partially slipped from his hands, but he regained his grip. Little candies rolled down the street’s incline. Betty caught them and set them in Harold Jr’s bag.

“He’s going down there!” Harold Jr. exclaimed once they reached the end of the road.

The thief had turned onto Washington Avenue. The street was more crowded than Sanford! He easily slipped into the crowd of kids and their parents.

“We’ll never find him now!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “We have to,” Betty said. “Or else all you’ll have is this mostly gone Milky Way.”

Robert could barely see the teen weaving through the crowd. That gave him an idea. He picked up Harold Jr., who giggled as he was set on his big brother’s shoulders. Now he could see past the crowd better than Robert could!

“Do you see him?” Robert asked.

“I do!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “He’s going past that big tree.” The trio went to a towering tree a few houses down. They saw the teen climbing over a fence leading to the backyard.

“I’ll get him!” Betty exclaimed.

Just as she reached the top of the pickets, the teen hopped into the yard across the street.

“He’s going back to Sanford!” she reported.

The siblings rushed down the street.

“I’m glad we’re going back,” Robert said. “The kids back there were beginning to stare!”

They reached Sanford Avenue just as the teen crossed a front lawn. Betty ran at him as Robert called, “HEY!”

His loud, deep voice startled the teen and he stopped right in his tracks. Before Betty could lunge at him, someone else did. The candy thief was tackled to the ground.

“Oof!” he exclaimed in defeat.

“Thank you!” Harold Jr. said to the tackler. “Whoever you are.” The person turned to look at him.

Robert gasped. “It’s Mrs. Whittaker!”

The old lady rose from the ground and wiped street dust from her dress. Then she took the paper bag and gave it to Harold Jr.

“Here you- Don’t move!” she ordered upon spotting the teen getting up. “Here you go, dear.”

Harold Jr. grinned. “Thanks so much, Miss Lady!”

He hungrily ate a Hershey Kiss.

“You saved our candy!” Betty marveled. “I thought you thought we were gangsters.” “Oh, I did at first,” Mrs. Whittaker smiled. “But now I see that you three are quite alright. Maybe this whole ‘trick or treat’ business isn’t as bad as it seems. I too enjoy some sweets every once in a while.”

The teen groaned.

“So does he,” Robert said. “Why would you take someone’s candy instead of getting your own?” “‘Cause that stuff’s for kids!” the teen exclaimed as he rose from the ground. “People would laugh if they saw a fourteen year old asking for candy.” “I’m thirteen,” Betty said, looking at Mrs. Whittaker as she added, “You’re never too old for candy.”

“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry for taking your candy, kid,” The teen extended a hand. “No hard feelings?” Harold Jr. shook his hand. “No hard feelings, I guess. I forgive you…” “Chester. I live down the road over by Main Street.” “We have new friends on each side of Sanford!” Betty remarked.

Everyone chuckled. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Whittaker, the siblings and Chester returned to the Wadlow house. Harold Jr. distributed his candy. “Mmm, Red Hots,” Chester popped some of the spicy cinnamon balls in his mouth. “My favorite.” “I’d say this was the happiest Halloween ever.” Harold Jr.remarked.

Robert smiled as he unwrapped a Rousseau’s chocolate. “Yes, it’s been a happy Halloween indeed!”

#robert wadlow #robert wadlow trash #senpai fic #fan fic #an unexpected story! :o #and a very exciting one! ;) #funny how the 30th one was started on the 30th! ;D

[kwebtv]

The Borgia Stick  -  NBC  -  February 25, 1967

Crime Drama (Made for TV movie)

Running Time:  120 minutes

Stars:

Don Murray as Tom Harrison

Inger Stevens as Eve Harrison

Barry Nelson as Hal Carter

Fritz Weaver as Anderson

Sorrell Booke as Alton

Marc Connelly as Davenport

Kathleen Maguire as Ruth

Dana Elcar as Craigmeyer

Barnard Hughes as Doctor Helm

Frederick Rolf as Rigley

Hugh Franklin as Willoughby

Ralph Waite as Man from Toledo

John Randolph as Smith

Valerie Allen as Louise

Sudie Bond as Wilma

Doreen Lang as Mrs. Hollingsworth

House Jameson as Win Hollingsworth

#The Borgia Stck #TV #NBC #1967 #Saturday Night at the Movies #Crime Drama #Don Murray #Inger Stevens #Barry Nelson #Fritz Weaver

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[ourjourneywest]

Cemeteries and Ancestors

Alice is interested in old cemeteries, so we visited a few of them while in Iowa. This and a series of amazing conversations with Stephanie's mom, Kathleen, led to an incredible, totally unexpected revelation: Alice's and Stephanie's ancestors were once both members of the tiny community of Alton, Iowa, and very likely knew each other. Alice was especially moved that Kathleen, an avid amateur genealogist, was able to make this discovery using the family tree that Alice's mom, Margaret, had been working on up until her death in 2017. There's lots here to process and follow up on, so a more detailed account will have to wait. In the mean time, however, Stephanie is going to make a drive out to the cemetery in Adair, Iowa, to see if she can locate the grave of one of Margaret's ancestors. Next time we visit Steph in Iowa, we intend to make a trip to Alton together. It turns out that Alice and Steph's sense of connectedness has old historical and geographical roots!

Here are a few photos from the rural Iowa cemeteries we visited:

[sirfluffig]

Felix Felicity Witt - Character Profile

Template inspired by the one made by @thatravenpuffwitch and inspiration taken from @carewyncromwell

BASICS

Full Name: Felix Felicity Witt Nickname: The counterspelling scoundrel

Birthday: 16th August 19xx

Blood Status: Pureblood

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Biromantic

Nationality: German

Residence: Witt Manor, Berlin, Germany (formerly) | The Empyrean (current)

Languages: German, English, Latin, rudimentary French and Danish

Quirks: Has minor outbreaks of kleptomania, loves to perform Muggle stage magic tricks especially to confuse the stuck up pure bloods who are too conceited to grasp the simplicity of the trick, always wears this very elaborate raven skull amulett

PERSONALITY

MBTI: ISFP

Flexible and charming artists, always ready to explore and experience something new.

Four Temperaments: Choleric

Optimism | Leadership | Decisiveness | Motivation | Charisma | Extroversion

Strengths: Clever, witty, spontaneous, observant, improvising, charming, resourceful

Weaknesses: Slacky, stubborn, eccentric, pessimistic, disorganized, irritable

Interests: Collecting coins, puzzles and quizzes, writing poetry,stage magic, lock picking

Dislikes: The Upper Class, rules and laws, being ignored, scorpions, being wet

Stance on Magielose: Due to growing up in a heavily blood purist family, Felix was disciplined to see muggles as “creatures” and “beings unworthy of breathing the same air as wizards” and those opinions stuck with him for quite a while, he was very focused on picking on mudbloods in Hogwarts to make his parents proud. He needed that validation. Only when his dearest family turned their back on him and left him to die on the streets because they were unsatisfied with his development, he began to question the things they taught him. He began to question their views and quickly realized how wrong he behaved over all this time. How stuck up and uptight he had made himself seem. While he still is wary of muggles and muggleborns overall, he tries his best not to discriminate against them like his parents would want him to.

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Charlie Rowe

Height: 5’9”

Build: Nimble, lean and slender

Hair: Fluffy chestnut brown falling down his face

Eyes: Grey

Skin: Pale

What do they carry on them?: His wand, multiple lock picking sets, a raven skull necklace, a notebook, countless little purses and pouches to store things in, a deck of playing cards, a few very beautifully made rings and bracelets, two elaborately designed daggers with snake handles, a magnifying lense, little bits of string and rope

Fashion: For traveling, Felix wears a thick trench coat with bracers over a fine vest and a dress shirt, added working pants and heavy boots to give him a steady foot when going on adventures

MAGIC

Wand: Black Walnut | Unicorn Hairstrings | 11 inches long

Animagus: None.

Patronus: Hyena

Boggart: His family towering above him, looking down on him with a dead stare

Riddikulus: With the flick of the wand, his cruel and corrupt family turns into the Crew of the Empyrean dressed in the black robes that he knows from home, all of them seemingly confused

Amortentia: Fresh baked pastries, warm wood, aged paper, lavender and roses, copper

Polyjuice: A more prickly sensation that lasts on the tongue, tasting a little like liquorice

Mirror of Erised: Having settled down in a cozy home and being able to enjoy life by the fireplace on a warm stormy autumn night

EDUCATION

School: Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

Best Subject: Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy

Worst Subject: Herbology

Honors: None.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Leopold Witt (Father) | Anastasia Witt (Mother) | Lena Witt (Older Sister) | Fiona Witt (Older Sister)

Friends:

Jules Aquila / Darian Zain | @kathrynalicemc

Desiree Lestrange | @carewyncromwell

Lugh Hopper | @thatravenpuffwitch

Kathleen Alton | @magical-retales

Love Interest: To be determined

Pets: A Murtlap named Oswald

Enemies: The Witt Bloodline, Hendrik Graf, Cevin Rotwild, The Rotwild Family

FAVORITES

Colors: Black, white, golden, purple, dark blues and grays

Foods: Pretzels, donuts, fine pastries

Drink: Coca-Cola, american imported Root Beer

Magical Creatures: Fire Crabs, Porlocks,Murtlaps

Flower: Nightshade

Book: The Strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Season: Spring

BACKSTORY

As the youngest son of an infamous wizarding family in the northern parts of Germany, Felix never had much luck in his life. Often enough it would occur that people distrust or publicly exclude him due to the bad association they had with the Witt family.

This also made the young wizard's time at Hogwarts rather unfavorable, he was often picked on and didnt show the strength one would expect from a heir of a family like the Witts. Marked as a wimp and a charlatan, not even his family did really look him in the eyes. Everyone in his surrounding, even the teachers at Hogwarts, had given him the feeling of not-belonging, of not being good enough for the normal wizarding community.

This lack of guidance and the disdain of his birth family brought Felix down a darker path, not a cruel path, but certainly not the path a hero would take. He became a spy, a thief and a rogue overall. Using his knowledge of the upper classes of the criminal wizarding society and their vices for his advantage. His life as it is, wouldn't have a future anyways, so why not spice it up a little.

This was, till one fateful day, he was caught trying to extract some valuables from an air-ship docking in one of the few wizarding world havens. Seeing as Felix never encountered such a vehicle, he was certain that there had to be more curiosities inside. Though he was disrupted while rummaging through the crates.

Apparently the captain had returned earlier than suspected and now stood behind the thief in a rather intimidating manner and while Felix tried to talk his way out of this situation, it was obvious, even to him, that there was no escape from this one.

To Felix's surprise though, the Captain was more interested in the lock-picking and dispelling abilities of the rogue than the reasoning as to why he was in the airship in the first place. Not only that, but he didn't even seem really mad. Instead he offered Felix an alternative. Instead of having to fear a life surrounded by Dementors in Azkaban, Felix could join the crew of the “Empyrean” and make use of his nimbleness to secure ancient knowledge from hidden places.

Devoid of solutions, Felix had no other option than to accept that offer that Captain Jules Aquila had made him, so from now on, Felix will accompany the crew of the Empyrean and support them with his talent for magical dispelling and roguish charm, in hope to flee from his former life.

TRIVIA

~ Felix might be a bit of a charmer, his charisma making it easy for him to get access to places one usually wouldn’t get into, but that doesn’t change the fact that deep inside of him still is a rather insecure dork. While he gives himself as a bit of a flirt, he is absolutely unable to talk to girls he likes outright. Either he loses his voice, he gets a slight voice crack or he otherwise loses his suave behavior

~ The title “the counterspelling scoundrel” is something that was imposed on him by the upper class wizarding community. They wanted to mark him to outsiders as a rogue, a thief and a criminal. They meant to warn others of his sly manipulations and nimble fingers. The counterspelling part relates to Felix's ability to lift protective charms on doors and items with ease. While this title is indeed covered in notoriety, Felix still is somewhat proud of having achieved so much mischief, that the fine and beautiful wizards needed to distance themselves from him by avoiding to use his real name.

~ Due to his less lawful nature, Felix dabbled a lot in all kind of activities, may it be burglary, fraud or pickpocketing, but he never committed a single murder nor did he ever cast one of the three unforgivable curses. While he still is sort of a villain to the society and he does identify with being an outlaw, he still doesn’t want to let his niveau sink to the level of his family. It's not like he wouldn’t know to cast his spells, after all one of his sisters murdered the cat of the other because of some boy in school. He was taught how to use dark magic early on. He just never had the guts or the morals to flick his wand like that.

~ His favorite scheme to pull on others was and always will be muggle stage magic tricks. It fascinates and amuses him to watch pureblood wizards and dark archmages fail to grasp the simplicity of muggle magic. They are overthinking every step, trying to keep in mind every single detail and belittle Felix for his pathetic show, but once Felix turns the card or lifts the cup, the amazement and frustration is exhilarating.

~ Despite what he leads on, Felix proves to be a hopeless romantic. He spends hours of his days with his nose deep down in romance novels, dreaming the time away and imagining how it would be for him to find his soulmate and live the life that is always suggested in these books. But alas, his choices and his reputation make finding a lover quite problematic.

#Felix Witt #The Empyrean #Kathleen Alton #Desiree Lestrange #Jules Aquila #Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

[knifeintherock]

Alton...how did you do that babe?

#mf glow up #kathleen i guess #alton brown #food network #good eats #glowup #glo up #ten year challenge #photos #shitpost

[kathrynalicemc]

• The Empyrean •

1926+ Crew: Captain Julio Aquila, Desiree Lestrange @carewyncromwell, Prince Darian Zain, Kathleen Alton @oneirataxia-girl, Lugh Hopper @thatravenpuffwitch, Felix Witt @sirfluffig, and Iolanthe Arcano

2020+ Crew: Captain Mikael Arcano, Eula Durand @cursed-herbalist, Caspian Aquila (possibly?), and more members hopefully! They are recruiting!

#hpma #magic awakened #hpfb #fantastic beasts #the empyrean #juliree #mikula

[carewyncromwell]

“I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way.”

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featuring Darian Zain @kathrynalicemc (yes, this is almost entirely for her and me, so sue me 😜) and referencing the crew of the Empyrean @thatravenpuffwitch @sirfluffig @oneirataxia-girl

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In the 1930′s, the Wizarding World was in turmoil. With the rise of the Dark wizard Grindelwald, many lived in fear of what another Great War -- this time one waged with magic -- could look like. It’s unsurprising, therefore, that many sought an escape from those fears -- and one of those things that provided such an escape were the tales circulated of Jules Aquila, his crew, and their ship, the Empyrean. 

The Empyrean was a ship that British wizard Jules Aquila had stolen from a Muggle museum back in the 1920′s and enchanted to fly, so that he and his associates could take flight across the world. And sure enough, the Empyrean had known its fair share of adventures, questing for the likes of long-lost magical sights like Atlantis and Dolorous Guard. However much the magical governments of the world gave the flying ship a very critical side eye for flirting so frequently with breaking the Statute of Secrecy, most mainstream wizards and witches were enchanted by the rebellion, adventure, and romance encapsulated in the crew’s lifestyle. 

Although Jules Aquila was and would inevitably always be the most famous of the Empyrean’s crew as captain, however, that didn’t mean that other crew members didn’t get their fair share of glory. Aquila’s best mate and quartermaster Kath Alton was purportedly one of the most talented magical engineers on Earth, while his first mate, Desiree Lestrange, had been a well-regarded Cursebreaker for le Banque Decristaux before abandoning her cushy position and lifestyle to set sale with the sky Captain. There were also much more interesting, but less provable rumors circulated -- those of Aquila having recruited a wanted thief to his crew in exchange for keeping him from getting arrested; those of Aquila having stolen his beloved pet occamy from the infamous French magical gangster Claude Macnair; even those of a certain crewmate with large, eagle-like wings sprouting out from his back like some mythical angel. Some stories claimed the winged crewmate was a wanted man, though others still -- even more wild -- claimed he was descended from royalty, or even a Djinn. 

One story Darian Zain hoped would never be passed around him, though, was the time that he flew right into the window of a Muggle airplane. 

The Empyrean had been traveling up the far-eastern coastline of the Americas, on its way up toward Greenland. Desiree had determined that there might be some magical Viking settlements in the area, and Jules was eager to investigate. On the way, though, the crew decided that they’d have to stock up for a journey so far north, not just in the essentials like food and water, but more importantly, of warm blankets and clothing. Most of their crewmembers weren’t used to such cold temperatures, after all -- especially not Darian, who grew up in a much hotter desert climate. So, in preparation, Desiree and Lugh had gone to the wizarding village of Gravesville, right in the heart of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, so as to fetch some of the magical supplies needed, while Kath and Felix went into the “Muggle” side of town to pick up the more mundane kind. Once the others had purchased everything they needed, Darian then played “carrier pigeon” and flew it all back to the Empyrean. 

Many people in Darian’s place might’ve been a little resentful of having to play the role of an owl just because he had wings -- but the runaway prince honestly was eager to help. After nearly an entire life of being locked up indoors with nothing to do, it was fun to get out and actually do something. And it was kind of cool, to be needed for once. He’d become rather fond of his crewmates, over the years, and being given any kind of responsibility made Darian feel included in a way he hadn’t really known at home, when his father the King kept him so cloistered away from everyone else. Lugh, Kath, and Felix had taught Darian a lot about weapons, ships, record players, magic tricks, and lockpicks -- heck, even Jules had taught him how to navigate using the stars, if he ever got lost. And even though the ship’s resident taskmaster Desiree always gave him a lot of chores to do, Darian knew that was just because of her own strong work ethic. From what Darian gathered, he’d also reminded Desiree of her younger brother upon first meeting, due to how privileged their upbringings had been...and frankly, after having met the spoiled, pigheaded, self-absorbed blood purist that was Marius Lestrange, Darian hated the thought of ever being the least bit like him. 

At least Desi should have enough to make a good meal, once we’ve all gotten back to the ship, Darian thought to himself with a smile. Maybe she might even make some naan, if I make really good time?

This thought cheered him up significantly. Desiree had first learned how to make naan while they were traveling through Iran, and she’d taken to baking some as a treat sometimes, whenever Darian’s work had impressed her. The fresh bread always made him think of home. 

The satchel on Darian’s back was heavy. He moved to adjust it, only to have to fumble a bit to keep it from opening and its contents from spilling.

“Whoop -- !”

He shifted the satchel around in his arms, latching it back together a bit more tightly as he flew. 

“There we go,” he mumbled with a smile, as he tossed the satchel back over his shoulder. “Now then...back to it -- ”

WHAM.

Because Darian hadn’t been looking where he was flying, he didn’t see the thing whose airspace he was entering until it was far too late. 

His head pounding with pain, Darian tried to orient himself, even as it felt like his world was spinning. 

He’d hit something -- what had he hit? A wall? A wall of glass?

Blinking rapidly even as colorful stars winked in front of his eyes, he could feel the thing he’d collided with shifting downward. There was something moving behind the wall of glass -- was that a person?

Darian flapped his wings, trying to fly back a bit so he could get a better look. Unfortunately when he did, he found his right wing was having trouble straightening out.

“Ow -- ow -- !”

Pain pulsed through his wing as he flapped it. He tried to lean more on the other to support him, but when he did, he could feel the satchel sliding over again. In trying to catch it, he lost his balance, and suddenly he was falling right through the air. 

“WHOA!”

Darian lashed his arms out, securing the satchel of supplies close to his chest so they wouldn’t fall out. He tried to flap his wings, thinking to slow himself down -- but his right wing was throbbing in pain -- he must’ve sprained it --

Blinking rapidly, Darian tried to focus. The ground was coming up fast -- way too fast -- !

He lashed an arm out desperately, his eyes focusing blearily on the ground even as his head pounded with pain. 

“Come on -- ” he choked. “Come on -- stop falling, stop falling -- stop, stop, stop, STOP -- !”

A burst of air abruptly puffed out of his hand. It wasn’t enough to stop Darian from falling, but it did partially counteract the pull of gravity, blasting him ever-so-slightly upward again. As fate would have it, it was just enough to hoist him up onto the wing of the weird, red-painted metal thing that had dived down to try to catch him. 

Darian looked up, startled.

I’ve seen one of these! he realized, recalling a picture in a book he’d read a piece of over Desiree’s shoulder one day. It's one of those...‘aeroplanes!’

Through the hard glass window, Darian could see a pilot dressed in a brown leather hat and coat and thick goggles, who gave him an encouraging smile. 

“Hang on!” the pilot shouted over the sound of the plane’s propeller. His voice was husky and laced with a strong Boston accent, but his lips were upturned in a rather handsome smile. “I’ll go in for a landin’!”

Stunned and still nursing a throbbing headache, Darian did what he was told, clinging onto the edge of the wing for dear life. The plane glided down much more smoothly than he’d expected, and within moments, with a light bump, they’d collided with the ground. The pilot then parked the plane safely on a hanger set up in the open field. 

Darian carefully eased himself up onto the edge of the wing, stretching out his right wing as best he could. 

“Ow...”

He winced, only managing to spread it half the way out before the pain stopped him. Yep -- definitely a sprain. 

The plane window opened upward, and the pilot hoisted himself up and out of the cockpit onto the lower wing just below Darian. 

“Uh...hey!” he called up. “You all right up there?”

Darian straightened up abruptly. 

“Yeah!” he answered at once, almost on impulse. 

I will be, anyway, he thought more sheepishly. Once I can brew myself some Wiggenweld Potion, back on the ship...

Darian’s stomach sank. 

The Empyrean. How was he going to get back up to the ship, if he couldn’t even fly? He hadn’t even thought to bring any healing potions with him, just in case something happened...

The pilot’s handsome smile broadened a bit as he slipped off his goggles. His beetle-black eyes were long-lashed and sparkling. 

“That’s a relief. You hit my window pretty hard...I thought for a minute I might’ve killed you...”

Darian laughed. “And I thought for a minute I was going to die, until you caught me! Thanks for that!”

“No problem,” said the pilot brightly. “I mean, heck -- s’not like I coulda just let you fall, could I?”

He paused. His dark eyes ran over Darian’s face, along his shoulder to up at his right wing. 

“...Are...are those real?” he breathed after a moment. He seemed enchanted. 

Darian blinked. Oh, right -- for a split second, he’d almost forgotten that his wings were anything strange. But hey, was that surprising? His wings were a bit weird to wizards, let alone to a Muggle like this pilot was -- or at least, he figured it must be weird: he’d never talked to a real Muggle before...

This thought was like a two-by-four to Darian’s head.

A Muggle. He’d been seen by a Muggle -- a Muggle was staring right at him, at his wings -- !

“No!” 

Darian choked out the word like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly tried to fold his wings, even as his right one spasmed with pain. 

“No, no, they’re -- uh -- mechanical!” he lied quickly. “Like your aeroplane! Lots of gears and metal, underneath all the feathers!” 

He laughed weakly as he tried once again to fold his wings over his shoulders like a cape, holding his right one in both hands to try to mitigate the pain pulsing through it. 

The pilot blinked slowly at him, his expression becoming much more amused. “...Really?”

“Yeah!” said Darian, his mouth spread into a very nervous smile. “They’re completely normal! Just like me -- normal and Muggle as can be -- ”

Wait -- Muggles don’t call themselves Muggles, do they -- do they use No-Maj -- ?!

“ -- I-I mean...just a normal mug, you know -- that’s me. Heh...”

His voice sounded pathetic in his own ears. He had to sound like a complete idiot! 

Rather than looking suspicious, however, the pilot only seemed to smile broader and more sincerely than ever. He seemed almost charmed. 

“Well...any normal mug I reckon would be a bit shaken, fallin’ outta the air like that,” he said. He extended a gloved hand to Darian. “Here -- lemme help you down.”

Darian blinked, a bit confused. Then, hesitantly, he accepted the hand. It was smaller than his, but the pilot held his hand securely as he helped Darian down onto the lower wing, before they both climbed back down to the ground. The pilot was the exact same height as Darian. 

The embodiment of tall, dark and handsome, the prince thought amusedly, reminded of Kath sarcastically using the same term for him, when the crew of the Empyrean had to go undercover at a masquerade party and a bunch of the ladies had abruptly all started flirting with Darian. 

Once they’d made it back to solid ground, the pilot took off his helmet at last. A wave of beautiful, long black hair swirled out, cascading around the pilot’s face like ocean water.

Darian blinked in slight surprise. Seemed he’d been saved by a tall, dark handsome female pilot. 

Cool. 

Several more planes flew over their heads. The pilot watched them, her dark eyes narrowing a bit. 

“Here,” she said lowly. “Best hide those away, ‘fore anyone else sees...”

She leaned over the edge of her plane and took out a blanket from inside the cockpit, wrapping it quickly around Darian’s folded wings on his shoulders. 

“Oh, uh -- thanks,” said Darian sheepishly. 

The blanket was small enough that he’d have to keep his wings completely folded, to hide them under it. He glanced over his shoulder at the planes soaring overhead.

“...Who are they?”

“The other cadets,” said the pilot as she put down her helmet on the wing and worked to tie up her hair into a messy bun. “They’re all pretty swell, honestly, but that don’t mean they pro’lly wouldn’t flip a bit, seeing your... ‘mechanics.’” She shot another furtive look skyward. “Best be gettin’ on.”

Picking her helmet again and tucking it under her arm, she then gave Darian a smile. 

“Are you hungry?” 

Darian was startled. “Huh?”

“Well, I did knock yeh plum outta the sky,” she said good-naturedly. “Reckon I really should apologize proper for that. My car’s just ‘round the corner from the hanger, we can always drive out and grab a bite. Then maybe I can drop you somewheres, so you can make your way home...”

Darian rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably as she started to walk across the field and he followed along close behind. “Well, uh...that might be a bit hard, I mean...I’m not really from around here...my crew and I are just passing through...”

“Could one of your buddies come and pick you up somewheres?” asked the pilot in concern. 

Darian considered this. Truthfully, all he really needed to get airborne was a healing potion...or just the ingredients for one -- he could more than brew it himself. And even if he obviously couldn’t brew anything in front of his new Muggle friend (this thought made Darian feel a bit giddy despite himself -- he’d made friends with a real-life Muggle!! Not just that, but a fly girl!!), he could probably manage it somewhere a bit more magical...like Gravesville! 

“...Well, there’s a place in Philadelphia...my friends were shopping there, just a little while ago. I could meet them there.” 

Gravesville would have owls, right? Darian thought to himself. 

The pilot smiled. “In Philly? No sweat! That’s just over the river from Camden...I can drop you off there, after we eat.”

Darian’s face lit up. “Great!”

They reached the pilot’s car. Darian for a minute couldn’t help but just walk around it, entranced. It was a bright and shiny ruby red, with a lightweight black roof propped up by metal rods, and it had two spare wheels mounted to either side of its nose, almost like decoration. 

“You like her?” asked the pilot. 

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Darian. “Her, I mean...”

He was reminded of how Jules always called the Empyrean a “she” -- he’d said that all ships were called that. 

I wonder if all vehicles are ‘she’s?’ Darian wondered to himself. 

He beamed at the pilot. “She’s beautiful!” 

The pilot couldn’t bite back a proud smile as she flushed a dark red. 

“Old Apple’s kinda old-fashioned -- I got her second-hand,” she explained bashfully. “But I was able to fix her up some, ‘round my studies.” 

She opened up the passenger door, extending a hand to invite Darian in. Once he sat down inside the car and had put his bulging satchel gently down on the floor, she darted around the other side and began to unfold the car’s top and stow it away. It seemed clunky to do -- the top made a lot of weird noises when it was tamped down, and Raye had to twist and smack parts of it just to compress it, but she did it with such little fuss that it seemed like an inconvenience she was very used to. 

“I just realized -- I haven’t introduced myself!” said the pilot with a sheepish smile. “The name’s Raye -- Raye Davies. Short for Rachel -- but really, just Raye will do.”

Darian beamed. “Pleased to meet you, Raye! Darian Zain -- that’s what most everyone calls me.” 

Raye cocked an eyebrow at him as she smiled. “‘Most everyone?’ Well then, I guess I’ll follow suit.”

Climbing in herself and closing the door, she put the key in the ignition and turned on the car, making it rumble to life under Darian. The noise and movement startled the prince, but only to the extent that it made his tanned face light up with excitement -- a reaction that made Raye’s face seem to glow that bit brighter too. 

“Now, then...hm...” Raye mumbled thoughtfully. “Reckon we can’t be strollin’ on in to any diners: you’d look weird, bein’ all wrapped up in a blanket. And some joints ‘round here can be right rotten to ‘out-of-towners’...”

Her black eyes then lit up with a thought. 

“Ever been to the park-in theater, up in Pennsauken Township?” she asked.

Darian blinked. “No.”

Raye's face lit up. “Oh, it’s the berries! They just opened it a couple months ago...but the dames there just come right up to your car, take your order, and then bring it on back to you, so you don’t miss any of the movie...”

Darian racked his brains. He’d heard of movies -- the Empyrean’s ship doctor sometimes talked about one of his friends who made those for a living...what was his name, ‘Fawcett’...?

“Sure, they don’t play anythin’ that great and the sound quality’s kinda bum,” Raye rambled on a bit more awkwardly. “But well, folks don’t really get outta their cars there, so no one’ll pro’lly look at you funny if you’re wrapped up in a blanket. And even if it’s cheap, their food’s still pretty jake. Whaddya say?”

For all of Raye’s insecurity about the place, Darian seemed perfectly undaunted. The idea of such a new experience excited him to no end, so when she asked his opinion, he answered both immediately and brightly. 

“Sounds like fun!” 

Raye beamed, visibly relieved. 

Once she was sure Darian was holding on securely, Raye put the car in drive and stepped on the accelerator, driving off down the road with speed. 

Darian had to grab the blanket around his wings before it flew off with one hand and hold onto the bottom of the car’s window frame with the other, but the speed still made his heart race and his chin-length dark hair flap in the wind. He couldn’t stop himself from giving a loud “WOO!” over the air loudly rattling in his ears. 

~*~

Raye drove Darian up to Pennsauken Township, into the quirky new park-in theater. The vendors there sold lots of candy, popcorn, and chips, alongside all the soda pop, ice cream, and hot dogs. Raye had offered to treat Darian, which turned out to be a big mistake, since Darian immediately went hog-wild and bought absolutely everything available.

“Guess I’ll be havin’ beans for the next week,” Raye muttered to herself as she handed over her hard-won earnings to the vendor.

She found she couldn’t be too upset, though, seeing how excited Darian was when the vendor handed him the full contents of her tray. Even the pretty woman giving Darian a sassy wink only seemed to make Raye smile grow amusedly, particularly when the winged young man brightly accepted the assortment of snacks, completely oblivious to the woman’s overtures. 

“Wow,” Darian said excitedly. “Look at them all! There’s so many...”

Raye’s black eyes sparkled a bit when they squinted. “Yeah, there’s a lot more selection, closer to the bigger cities. Easier to ship and store stuff in bulk here...”

Darian considered this. “...I guess that makes sense...”

He’d had dessert almost every day, when he’d still been at home -- it wasn’t as common that he got to have it on board the Empyrean, since they were so on-the-go. The rareness of it hadn’t really disappointed Darian, though -- if anything, it made those sweet treats that bit more special, not to have them every day. Plus he’d gotten to try a lot of different sweets than he’d never had previously, and most of them were great! Except for meringues -- Darian was still baffled that chalky-tasting stuff was somehow considered edible.

He curiously rifled through the different colorful wrappers, reading them one by one. Babe Ruths, Twizzlers, Twinkies, Fritos, Lay’s Potato Chips, Tootsie Rolls, Goobers, Milk Duds, Ritz crackers...

“I’ve never had anything like this before,” he admitted. 

Candied fruits and dates were much more par the course, where Darian was from. In fact, Jules and Kath had only just given both him and Desiree a crash course in commercial magical sweets like Sugar Quills, though Darian took to them much better than Desiree did. 

Darian looked up at Raye eagerly. “Which one should I try first?”

Raye considered this. 

“...Well, d’you like chocolate?” she asked after a moment. 

“Yeah,” said Darian. “I’ve had Cauldro -- I mean, chocolate cakes before...they’re great!”

If Raye had heard his slip-up, she paid it no mind. Instead she merely smiled.

“Maybe a Tastykake would be good, then!”

She took out a tiny cupcake with chocolate wrapped in plastic, taking it out and handing it to Darian. He took a bite, and was startled when along with the chocolate cake, he tasted a sweet buttercream filling.

“Mmm!” he said. He licked his lips of it quickly so he wouldn’t make a mess and beamed at Raye. “This is delicious!”

Raye grinned seeing how happily Darian devoured the cake. He then proceeded to pick out another similar-looking yellow pastry in a wrapper labeled “Twinkies” and unwrapped it. When he bit into it, he was once again delighted when it was full of creamy filling.

“Mmmm!” 

Raye laughed. “You like it?”

“Mm’yeah!” Darian said with his mouth full. He then quickly swallowed, wiping his mouth bashfully. “I mean, yeah!”

Raye only laughed harder, which made Darian laugh too. 

“Here,” said Raye, her face a bit brighter than before as she reached into Darian’s pile and snagged a small handful of unlabeled wrapped brown candy squares, “try the caramels next -- those are my favorite.”

The caramels were indeed pretty tasty. Darian enjoyed how chewy they and the candies called “Tootsie Rolls” were. He also really liked the Mallocups, Raisinets, potato chips, and popsicles. He was fine with just one bite of the black licorice -- he ended up washing it down with some Coca Cola, which was probably his favorite thing of the entire night. He’d never had anything so bubbly before, nor anything that simultaneously tickled his tongue and nose so much, and when it made him belch more loudly than he ever had in his life, both he and Raye couldn’t stop laughing. It even prompted Raye to -- upon several people in other cars shooting Darian disgusted looks -- gulp down quite a lot of soda herself, just so she could belch just as loudly. It ended up being hilarious accompaniment to the cheesy monster movie playing over their heads on the projector screen. 

When the movie was finally over and they’d had their fill of all the food they’d ordered, it was already night. Raye put on a fedora, wool coat, and gloves for warmth, and then she drove Darian over the Delaware River into Philadelphia. 

Darian directed her to the street corner around which lay the wall that obscured the magical borough of Gravesville and asked her to drop him off there. When Raye parked at the street corner, though, she suddenly looked incredibly unsure. Her shoulders had become very tense. 

“Are...you gonna be all right from here?” she asked hesitantly. 

Darian gave her a reassuring smile. “Oh, sure! I know where I’m going.”

Once he was in a more magical environment, he could heal himself without anyone paying him any mind...

He glanced down at the blanket around his shoulders.

“Oh! Here...”

The exiled prince made as if to take it off, but Raye quickly threw out a hand to grab his and stop him from taking it off.

“Don’t!” she said quickly. 

Darian blinked. Raye flushed a bit as she withdrew her hand.

“It’s just...folks will see you,” she mumbled self-consciously. She glanced around at the various passerby anxiously. 

“Well, yeah,” said Darian with a frown. “But you said it’d look weird, if I was walking around with a blanket on. And you need it back, don’t you?”

“I can get another one,” Raye said very quickly and dismissively. 

She kept looking around, almost shrinking a bit against the steering wheel. It was almost like this neighborhood made her nervous, for some reason...

“Are you all right?” Darian asked, concerned. 

Raye forced a smile. “Well, sure -- just...just don’ come down here that much...”

She tried to brush off her nerves, putting on a slightly braver expression.

“...Just...go ahead and keep covered, ‘til you’re back with your crew. Reckon they’d be able to protect you from anyone who might give you grief for your...mechanics.”

Her eyes flitted down to Darian’s folded wings obscured by the blanket around his shoulders. Darian glanced down at her blanket around his shoulders and then back up at her, offering her a slightly gentler smile. 

“You didn’t give me any grief for them,” he pointed out. He smiled a bit sheepishly. “I thought you might actually -- I’m sure you’ve probably never seen a flying man before...”

Raye smiled self-consciously as her eyes fell down to her steering wheel. 

“I’ve seen weirder,” she said dismissively.

Not letting Darian press her further, she changed the subject, forcing her smile that bit more.

“Well, um...it was nice meetin’ you, Darian Zain,” she said formally. “Best of luck gettin’ back to your crew.”

“...Thank you...”

Darian felt himself deflating a bit despite himself. Guess this really was the end of this weird little adventure, wasn’t it...?

Picking up the satchel up off the car floor, he hoisted it up over his shoulder again and put on a braver, more sincere smile. 

“...Raye? I know I just said it, but...thank you. I haven’t really ever been able to go out and just have fun with people that much, and...well, this day was one of the best I’ve ever had, in my whole life.”

He grinned.

“I had a lot of fun! The ride-in was great, and Apple’s a beautiful car -- and you’re a pretty swell friend. So thank you.”

Raye blinked, taken aback by the winged man’s sincerity. Then her black eyes grew a little smaller, sparkling with a bit more fondness.

“...You’re welcome.”

She paused.

“...Hey, um...if you ever end up ‘round here again, you can always look me up, near Camden Airfield. I’m there most days, and just about all the pilots there know me -- even the ones who don’t think lady-folks should be flyin’ planes,” she added with a wryer smile. Her confidence then faltered a bit as she rambled on, “We could always go for a drive somewhere else...we could go to Newark and visit a brewery -- maybe even go to Steel Pier, if there’s time...”

Darian’s grin spread so wide, it nearly took up his whole face.

“Yeah!” he said, thrilled. “I’d like that!” 

Raye’s face flushed happily as she beamed. 

“Great,” she said, her voice a bit breathy despite herself. Her black eyes crinkled up to make room for the big smile on her face. “Well, um...see you ‘round, Darian.”

His face still bright with his big grin, Darian waved with his hand not holding his satchel. 

“Bye, Raye!” 

And with this, he departed around the corner, right up to the enchanted wall leading to Gravesville. Tapping the three left-most bricks with his knuckles, and then kicking the lowest right with his foot, the wall suddenly became as translucent as mist, and Darian slid right on through. 

~*~

As fate would have it, Desiree and Lugh had gone back to Gravesville to look for Darian, after he didn’t return to the Empyrean. Desiree scolded Darian in both English and French for worrying them, and Darian was very apologetic, not just to Desiree, but to the others when they all returned to the ship. Kath ended chewing Darian out even more than Desiree did, especially after Darian told them about the new friend he’d made.

“You seriously just climbed into a complete stranger’s car and drove away with her?” said Kath, flabbergasted. “It’s a bloody miracle that you haven’t gotten yourself killed, with how blindly trusting you are...”

 “She waz only a Muggle, Mon Ami Alton,” said Desiree lightly. “I doubt she would’ve been able to ‘urt Monsieur Zain zat much, even if she tried...but even zo.”

“Don’t underestimate Muggles, your Worship,” Lugh reminded Desiree. “They can be just as helpful or dangerous as any of us.”

“Well, fortunately, it sounds like this one was helpful!” Jules said optimistically. “So we can be thankful for that, at least...”

He smiled at Darian. “Just be more careful next time, all right? Felix, Kath and Desi were all really worried about you.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Felix and Kath shot back in nearly perfect unison. It made Lugh, Darian, and Jules all burst out laughing and made Desiree fail to bite back a smile. 

“I will,” said Darian, smiling slightly as Jules’s pet occamy Zephyr flew up to nuzzle his shoulder affectionately with his beak. 

Definitely should make sure I have some healing potions on me, when I travel alone, he thought to himself. 

~*~

After Darian had left the street corner, Raye stayed parked off to the side for about a half-hour, just in case he reemerged needing more help. It was just as she was about to head out that she caught sight of a familiar face rounding the corner with several other people -- that of a dashing dark-haired man with a pointed chin and nose and sparkling black eyes, dressed in an unusually flowing suit not unlike robes. 

At the sight of Raye, the man stopped mid-walk, staring at her. His eyes were very critical. Raye met his gaze head-on, but her attitude was not hostile or even confrontational -- on the contrary: her posture seemed to shrink a bit against her steering wheel again, even as she stood her ground and stared at him. 

The people around the man glanced over at where he was looking, curious. Muttering something to them under his breath, the man quickly steered them away, shooting another cold look back at Raye as he went. 

Raye looked down at her own hands on Apple’s steering wheel, sighing quietly through her nose. 

It was so much less uncomfortable when the MACUSA was still back in New York City, rather than in Philadelphia...

 At least Seph showed his face after Darian left, Raye thought to herself uncomfortably. 

She didn’t even want to think of how many questions Darian might have, if he’d figured out she had the same last name as the new Head of the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Maj Obliviation...nor how much grief Joseph would give her, for entertaining a clueless foreign wizard with a set of giant wings he couldn’t even hide from Muggle view...

With a cringe, Raye shifted the gears of her car and, with one last look over in the direction of where she knew Gravesville was hidden, she drove off, back over the Delaware River into Camden, New Jersey. 

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #my writing #darian zain #raye davies #julio aquila #jules aquila #desiree lestrange #kathleen alton #lugh hopper #felix witt #my fanfiction

[unwellpodcast]

Content warnings: police violence, racial violence, victims of hate crimes, white supremacy, and police violence.

Read by: Shariba Rivers, Pat King, Alexander Danner, Ryan Schile, Bilal Dardai, Duo Yang, Eli McIlveen, Amelia Bethel, Joshua K. Harris, Michael Turrentine, Kathleen Hoil, Marsha Harman, Ele Matelan, Jeffrey Nils Gardner, and Eleanor Hyde.

Transcript below the cut.

Today is Wednesday, June 10, 2020. There will not be a new episode of Unwell today. Following the example and the words of Black Lives Matter Chicago, we call for an end to the state violence against and criminalization of Black communities through police forces, an unjust legal system, and federal, state, and local political organizations.  

As the artists of HartLife NFP, we call on our fellow art makers in positions of institutional power and privilege to take concrete actions to make your institutions and artistic work explicitly and actively anti-racist.  

We affirm our commitment to do the same here. We will interrogate ourselves when we have fallen short of this goal and recommit to do better every time.  

The United States is a country founded on land stolen from indigenous peoples, built with the stolen labor and lives of enslaved Black people. We call especially on White listeners to reckon with this fact, today and every day.    

The following list is both incomplete and horrifyingly long. These people were victims of hate crimes, police officers and of an unjust, white supremacist system.

We say their names and we remember their lives. Tamir Rice Samuel Dubose Walter Scott Jordan Davis Tony McDade Dion Johnson Dante Parker Michelle Cusseax Laquan McDonald Richard Perkins Nathaniel Harris Pickett Benni Lee Tignor Miguel Espinal Michael Noel Kevin Mathews Bettie Jones Quintonio Legrier Keith Childress Jr Janet Wilson Randy Nelson Antronie Scott George Mann John Crawford III Ezell Ford Aaron Bailey Ronell Foster Stephon Clark Antwon Rose II Tanisha Anderson Alton Sterling Philando Castile Botham Jean Pamela Turner Akai Gurley Rumain Brisbon Trayvon Martin Jerame Reid Mathew Ajibade Frank Smart Alexia Christian Brendon Glenn Victor Manuel Larosa Jonathan Sanders Freddie Blue Joseph Mann Salvado Ellswood Albert Joseph Davis Darrius Steward Billy Ray Davis Michael Sabbie Brian Keith Day Christian Taylor Troy Robinson Natahsa McKenna Tony Robinson Anthony Hill Mya Hall Phillip White Eric Harris Walter Scott William Chapman II Asshams Pharoah Manley Felix Kumi Keith Harrison McLeod Junior Prosper LaMontez Jones Patterson Brown Dominic Hutchinson Anthony Ashford Alonzo Smith Tyree Crawford India Kager La’Vante Biggs Michael Lee Marshall Jamar Clark Wendell Celestine David Joseph Calin Roquemore Dyzhawn Perkins Christopher Davis Marco Loud Peter Gaines Torrey Robinson Darius Robinson Kevin Hicks Mary Truxillo Demarcus Semer Willie Tillman Terrill Thomas Sylville Smith Michael Brown Eric Garner Sandra Bland Fredie Gray Terrence Crutcher Paul O’Neal Alteria Woods Jordan Edwards Dominique Clayton Christopher Whitfield Christopher McCorvey Eric Reason Michael Lorenzo Dean Breonna Taylor Atatiana Jefferson Ahmaud Arbery Doug Lewis George Floyd Manuel Ellis Maurice Gordon

Black Lives Matter.

#unwell #podcast blackout

[anarchistnewsdaily]

News Highlights: December 18th 2017 - December 24th 2017

In case you didn’t see, hear, or do it yourself these are some events that took place during the last week. Smashy:

Melbourne, Australia: Sex Workers Sabotage Rad-Fem Office to Mark International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers

Our action, which we dedicated to whores who have lost their lives and freedom in challenging State oppression, involved re-painting and sabotaging the Project Respect office. It’s locks were super-glued, and the message, “Respect Sex Workers as Doctors and Teachers- we heal, we educate”, was spray-painted in close proximity to the office entrance, on the walls of Fitzroy Council building (whose Councillors include Project Respect co-founder and prominent Greens Party rad-fem careerist viper, Kathleen Maltzhan).

Yaqui Tribe Defends Land by Digging Up Gas Pipeline | Earth First! Newswire

“The pipeline cost $400 million, part of a network that’s supposed to carry gas from Arizona more than 500 miles to Mexico’s Pacific coast. It hasn’t done that since August, when members of the indigenous Yaqui tribe – enraged by what they viewed as an unauthorized trespass their land – used a backhoe truck to puncture and extract a 25-foot segment.”

Greece: Powerful Bomb Blast Rocks the Athens Court of Appeals

“A powerful bomb blast exploded outside the Athens Appeals Court in the early hours of Friday morning causing extensive damage to the building and forcing the court’s closure for the day with all cases suspended. Nobody was injured in the bombing.“

Grenoble, France: "Our Ecology, Your Sabotage" | Earth First! Newswire

“We put these few words on a wall, facing the individual villas located against the eco-neighborhood. Before, we silently broke the tires of a dozen cars to show this dominant class that it is not untouchable. This elite that we hate is obviously responsible for the peripheral urban development of which it is both a beneficiary and a sponsor.“Our ecology, your sabotage”A little higher up, we paint over a wall of freshly poured concrete; before breaking off the general control box from the crane, its threatening silhouette above us. One could pity the poor proletarians shivering in the cold at the discovery of this annoying sabotage, but not us. They chose to work for outrageously damaging companies, may they freeze a little instead of working BTP all day.“Walls and fences move forward, the mountain recedes”We tag it next to a small piece of glass on the promotional building project “Helios” that has not opened yet. We look at each other, with a mixture of emotion and excitement, then we give this mess of advertising food through our hammers. We strive a moment to smash the facade before a guy takes us from the balcony, [giving] a signal for departure. One of us has time to finish making a hole in the bay and passing inside, then reaches the model of the project. “

Philadelphia, USA: Bank ATMs Sabotaged for Black December

“We took non-corrugated cardboard cut down to the width and half the length of an ATM card with super-glue applied to one side, and jammed them into the card slot of the machine or the card slot for the entry to the vestibule. It was surprisingly easy to do and more than 50 targets got got!“

Tempe Anarchists Remove Identity Evropa Banner, Put Flames to White Nationalism - It's Going Down

“We had a laugh as we destroyed it; it was a 30 foot banner that clearly took some time to make and was seen for just a few minutes. In addition, Identity Evropa propaganda appears periodically around the Tempe campus of ASU and is repeatedly pulled down and destroyed, sometimes by anarchists or anti-fascists, other times just normal people.“

Earth Liberation:

Hudson Valley Earth First! Santa Declares Millennium Pipeline and Competitive Power Ventures on Most Naughty List And Shuts Down Local Office

Santa’s visit was a highlight of the Hudson Valley Earth First! rally to support the tree sit that took place Monday at 10 am and successfully shutdown Millennium Pipeline offices for the morning.

Water Protectors block all entrances LNG facility in Tacoma | Earth First! Newswire

150+ Water Protectors are blocking all entrances of the construction site to the LNG facility in Tacoma, WA.

Canada: Protesters Build Permanent Structure, Plan to Overwinter at Alton Gas Site | Earth First! Newswire

With second-floor sleeping bunks, shelves stocked with food and a crackling fire in the woodstove, Dale Andrew Poulette’s newly constructed straw bale home is the perfect place to spend the winter. Except for one thing — he’s trespassing.

Repression: 

Canada: Indigenous Grandmother Faces Arrest for Protecting Wild Salmon | Earth First! Newswire

“Tsastliqualus Ambers, a sixty-five year old Ma’amtagila grandmother and Indigenous rights activist from Yalis ( Alert Bay) arrested and released on the 67th day of the indigenous-led, all-women’s Wild Salmon Matriarch Camp occupation outside of government offices complicit in the demise of the traditional salmon food fishery of her peoples.”

Greek Prisons: Revolutionary Struggle Prisoners Pola Roupa & Nikos Maziotis End Hunger Strike Following Satisfaction of their Demands

“This Monday, December 18, after he was discharged from the hospital at Korydallos Prison, Nikos Maziotis was transferred to Unit 5 and is no longer under special detention / isolation regime. Therefore since our demands regarding our imprisonment have been met, Pola Roupa has terminated the hunger strike and will stay for a few days in the Korydallos Prison hospital to recuperate.”

Justice for All the J20 Defendants

“Today, after nearly a year of suspense, the first six J20 defendants to go to trial were declared innocent of all charges. They are only six of over 200 people mass-arrested at Donald Trump’s Inauguration, nearly 200 of whom still face the same identical charges of six felonies and two misdemeanors—charges that could put them in prison for sixty or more years each. The fight is far from over. Indeed, in response to the verdict, the US Attorney’s Office for the District of Columbia announced that “they look forward to the same rigorous review for each defendant.”We must redouble our support for all the other defendants and show that it is the state itself that is guilty.”

Greece: Latest Update about the Attack Against Revolutionary Struggle Member Nikos Maziotis

“Nikos Maziotis was hit mainly on the head, ribs and abdomen. Despite the cowardly attack from about 10 prisoners and the physical strain from his 36-day hunger strike, the comrade put up strong resistance.

The targeted assassination attack against the comrade was not completed because Kurdish and Turkish prisoners intervened and immediately informed the solidarity network outside the prison walls about the attack.”

Greece , Athens: Information about the solidarity concentration-demonstration for anarchist Grigoris Tsironis on 16/12/17 | anarchistnews.org

“About 150 comrades participated in Independence Square in the Ilioupolis area of Athens, expressing their solidarity with anarchist comrade Grigoris Tsironis, who after 18 months was “liberated” only to be imprisoned in his home (house arrest) until May 2018.During the gathering there was a microphone intervention where, among the other texts, the comrade’s text in relation to the constraints against him was read out.Fliers were distributed in the area.When the demo reached Grigoris’s house it was a very intense moment, constant shouting of slogans that intensified even more when the comrade appeared.A special moment was when the comrade welcomed the solidarity, confirming once again his unwavering stand. After an hour of staying outside our comrade’s home, we retreated back to Independence Square.“

Banners:

Athens: Banner in solidarity with Lisa, imprisoned in Cologne, Germany « Contra Info

“Today, 21st of December, taking part on the International call for solidarity with the comrade Lisa accused of bank robbery in Aachen, Germany, we decided to hang a banner in the Polytechnic University, in Exarcheia, Athens.“

The Netherlands: ‘No Justice No Peace’ Banner in the Schilderswijk

“18.12.17: Today some anarchists hung a banner in the Schildeswijk (a working class district in The Hague City Center) with the message “No Justice No Peace! All Cops Are Bastards”.“

In addition to anarchist news check the following blogs for recent and classic anarchist audio, video, and texts.  

#anarchism #news #h #december 2017

[acehotel]

INTERVIEW: Leslie Jamison

Leslie Jamison’s New York Times-bestselling essay collection The Empathy Exams drew comparisons to the work of Susan Sontag, Joan Didion and John Jeremiah Sullivan, quickly rooting her as a visionary nonfiction writer of our time. She’s also a novelist (The Gin Closet), a columnist for The New York Times Book Review, and—drumroll, please—this month’s Dear Reader author at Ace Hotel New York. 

Earlier this month, Leslie spent one night at Ace, penning a letter to an imagined audience. What she wrote has been kept secret until today, when her letter will be placed bedside in each room. We caught up with Leslie to talk disruption, the associative logic of the essay and feeling lucky.  

If you could correspond with any fictional character or literary figure via letters, who would it be?  And why?

LESLIE JAMISON: How to choose? I love letters. I’ll say the first answer that comes to mind. Recently, I’ve been rereading Zora Neal Hurston’s Of Mules and Men—an account of gathering folklore from her childhood home in Florida, as well as an exploration of voodoo culture in New Orleans—and would love to have corresponded with her as she wrote it; to hear the fuller version of her fraught feelings about being an ethnographer in her own hometown.

Do you map out your writing, or do you discover your path as you go? How often does your work go in directions you never expected?

There’s always some kind of plan and there’s always a disruption of the plan. It’s so different with every project, and my pieces range from personal essays to critical pieces to longform narrative journalism, but the work always surprises me somehow: the essay about an ultra-runner in prison in West Virginia also ends up becoming a piece about the West Virginia prison industry; the piece about past-life memories also becomes an interrogation of what journalists owe their subjects, the essay about my obsession with Kevin Durant also becomes an account of the week Alton Sterling and Philando Castile died. There’s something about the associative logic of the essay itself that invites surprise, and certain something about the act of reporting that seems to demand a level of openness to it: How can you know what you will discover, before you discover it?

Dear Reader tasks you with writing for an imagined audience of strangers. How much do you think about your audience when you write? Have you ever been surprised by who is drawn to your work?

I loved writing for anonymous strangers staying in various hotel rooms, largely because whenever I stay in hotel rooms, I always think about strangers—specifically, the other strangers who have stayed in that same room, and what happened to them while they were staying there. I never pretend to imagine what other people will make of my work, so I find it hard to write “for” an audience in any way—it seems like a necessary species of humility to confess: I have no idea what you will think, or how you will respond! But I do love hearing from people who are drawn to my work, and am often surprised by the people I hear from: One of the first people who ever wrote to me about an essay I wrote about (among other things) an abortion was an elderly man writing from his nursing home, saying how much the piece had spoken to his experience. There are dangers to universalizing—to pretending we can all share experiences, or common ground—but also dangers to precluding certain kinds of resonance across predictable category boundaries.

What's a book that you wish more people knew about?

I recently read and loved Kathleen Collins’ posthumous collection of short stories, Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? It’s a stylistically jagged and provocative collection. Some of the pieces read like one-act plays, a lot of them left me feeling like I was eavesdropping on someone from the inside of her kitchen cupboards. They were raw and penetrating: about creativity, passion, race, being young, trying to be young with other people who are young. She never takes herself too seriously; there’s something witty and tonic about every move.

Do you have any rituals, ceremonies or requirements that accompany your writing process?

My main “ritual” involves writing whenever I am not teaching, commuting on the subway, paying bills, or caring for an eight-year-old. Which is not to say that life or writing is drudgery—my writing is the sacred clearing I try so hard to clear room for, because I love it and feel grateful whenever I am able to inhabit it, and I genuinely believe that the various parts of life, logistical and creative, are not forces in opposition but can speak to each other in weirdly generative ways—but that I write whatever I can, whenever I can, and feel fucking lucky whenever I get to do it. I’m not precious about it.

Dear Reader is a collaboration with Ace Hotel New York and Tin House. See this interview and other great things over at their website. 

#yes #interview #dear reader #leslie jamison #tin house #ace hotel new york #nyc

[differentcomputerfestival]

Hand-Rolled Cigar Networking <b>Event</b> No. 3 Set for May 23

ALTON - The Third Annual Hand-Rolled Cigar Networking Event hosted by Derrick & Kathleen Richardson will be from 5 to 8 p.m. Thursday, May 23, ... from Google Alert - event http://bit.ly/2Ppqvy8

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[the-record-obituaries]

March 27, 2019: Obituaries

Alton Prevette, 77

Alton Hiram Prevette, age 77, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, March 23, 2019 at the Gordon Hospice Home in Statesville. He was born October 27, 1941 in Wilkes County to Mack and Lela Dillard Prevette. Mr. Prevette was a member of North Iredell Baptist Church. He was preceded in death by his parents; a brother, Kenneth Prevette; and sister, Evelyn Prevette.

           Surviving are his wife, Linda Sue Stokes Prevette; daughter, Lori Ann Prevette of Mulberry; step daughter, Natasha Brown and husband Tony of Boonville; step-son, Jonathan Hefner and wife Heather of Bunn; step grandchildren, Hollis Hefner and Jane Hefner; brothers, Sabert Prevette, Don Prevette both of North Wilkesboro, Bryce Prevette and wife Kathleen of Iredell; sisters, Ena Johnson and Lavaughn Johnson both of North Wilkesboro; several nieces and nephews.

           Funeral service will be held 2:00 p.m. Wednesday, March 27, 2019 at Shady Grove Baptist Church on Windy Gap Road with Rev. Benny Romans and Rev. William Souther officiating. Burial will follow in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends at Shady Grove Baptist Church from 1:00 until 2:00 on Wednesday, prior to the service. The family has requested no flowers. Memorials may be made to Gordon Hospice, 2341 Simonton Road, Statesville, NC 28625. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Sandra Golightly, 57

Ms. Sandra Lenee Golightly, 57, of North Wilkesboro, passed away on Saturday, March 23, 2019.

           Sandra was born on November 22, 1961 in Burke County to Arnold Clark and Sadie Emma Cook Clark Mace.

           Sandra is preceded in death by her parents and brother, Jeffery Clark.

           Sandra  is survived by her son, Heath Carroll of Valdese; sister, Rita Franklin; brothers, Bryan Clark, Rickie Clark and one granddaughter, all of Morganton.

           No services are to be held.

           In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be given to Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes P.O. Box 396 Moravian Falls, NC 28654 to help with final expenses.

           Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Golightly Family.

 Gaye Taylor, 91

Edra Gaye Taylor, age 91, of Millers Creek, passed away Thursday, March 21, 2019 at her home. Mrs. Taylor was born November 4, 1927 in Ashe County, NC to Thurmond and Lula Sheets Dancy. She was preceded in death by her parents and son, Jerry Taylor.

           Funeral services were March 23,   at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Lyn Lambert officiating. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park.  

           Mrs. Taylor is survived by; her husband, Oscar "Jack" Taylor. One daughter, Lisa Dyer, and husband, Joey, of Millers Creek. One sister, Eula Collins, of Virginia. Also surviving are two grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.

           Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to; Wake Forest Baptist Health and Hospice, 126 Executive Dr., Suite  110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

           Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Irene  Huffman 91

Irene Hope Christenbury Huffman passed away at age 91 of March 21, 2019. She lived in Wilkesboro, N.C. for 56 years. She was born on June 29, 1927 in Charlotte, N.C. One of her favorite things to do was playing bridge. Soon after moving to Wilkes County, she joined a bridge club and gained many friends. Her other hobbies included flower arranging, amateur photography, sewing, and crafts of all kinds.

           After graduating high school in 1945 she married Neal Watts Christenbury after the end of WWII and they lived in Raleigh N.C. During those years she worked for The State Department in Raleigh. After moving to Wilkesboro she worked for Henderson's florist as a floral designer and later was a bookkeeper for several companies in town before becoming a manager at Thomas and Howard Wholesale Grocery for almost 10 years. She also worked at Wilkes Developmental Day  School for several years as a part time aide.

           She married Nathan Cleveland Huffman in 1973 and they were married until his death in 2015.

           She was preceded in death by her parents, Troy Andrew Hope and Pearl Magdalene Petrea Hope, her sister Mary Ella Hope Bartlett Moser, and brothers: Norman Andrew Hope and John Henry Hope, as well as her first husband Neal Watts Christenbury

           Mrs. Huffman is survived by three daughters; Joyce Ann Christenbury Anderson of Wilkesboro, Mary Kay Christenbury Ward and husband Timothy Sherrill Ward of Graham, Deborah Hope Christenbury of North Wilkesboro, a son; Larry Neal Christenbury and wife Susan Flynt Christenbury of Wilkesboro, three grandchildren; John Anderson and Evan Anderson both of Wilkesboro and Scott Christenbury and wife Elizabeth Shandley Christenbury of Huntersville and two great grandsons; Everette George and Gray Robert Christenbury.

           The family plans to have a memorial service in celebration of her life Friday, March 29, 2019 2:00 PM at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Pastor Kevin Brown officiating. The family will receive friends immediately following the service at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

           In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church Attn: Terry Church 239 Champion/Mt. Pleasant Road Wilkesboro NC 28697, Myotonic Dystrophy Foundation 1004-A O'Reilly Ave. San Francisco, CA 94129 or the American Heart Association PO Box 2361 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

  Lake Marley, 93

Mrs. Lake Juanita Marley, age 93 of Wilkesboro passed away Thursday, March 21, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

           Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Sunday, March 31, 2019 at Mt. Zion Baptist Church with Pastor Michael Johnson and Pastor Michael Brown officiating.              Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Saturday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

           Mrs. Marley was born January 24, 1926 in Wilkes County to Grady Allen and Loretta Cornelia Benge Greene.  She was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church. She loved babysitting, gospel music, going to church, gardening and loved her farm animals.    

           In addition to her parents,she was preceded in death by her first husband; Walter Walker, three sisters; Ella Mae Crane, Veoria Eller and Deloris Walker and one brother; Ronald Greene.

           She is survived by her husband; Grover Cleveland Marley of the home, eight daughters; Jeanette Dowell and husband Woodie of North Wilkesboro,

Brenda St. John and husband Boyd of Lenoir, Janet Marshall and husband Dale of Lumberton, Glenda Burr and friend Luke of Bay St. Louis, MS, `Robin Blankenship and husband Tim of Ferguson, Becky Parker of Purlear, Pam Marley and Debbie Duarte both of Wilkesboro, four sons; Bruce Walker and wife Debbie Lenoir, Lavin Walker and wife Denise of Roaring River, Clayton Walker and wife Tammy of Granite Falls and Scottie Marley and wife Jennie of Ferguson, nineteen grandchildren and thirty-four great grandchildren. Flowers will be accepted.

  Sidney Tharpe, 66

Mr. Sidney Tharpe, age 66 of Roaring River passed away Thursday, March 21, 2019 in Cobb County, Georgia.

           Funeral services were March 25,   at Rachel Baptist Church with Rev. Brian Wiles and Rev. Earl Dowell officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.        Mr. Tharpe was born August 19, 1952 in Surry County to Sheridan D. and Margaret Dowell Tharpe.  He worked for Century Fire Protection.

           He was preceded in death by his mother.

           He is survived by his fiance'; Judy Sidden of Roaring River, one daughter; Miranda Garris and husband Vee, and one son; Kris Earl Lee Tharpe all of Roaring River, his father Sheridan D. Tharpe of North Wilkesboro, five grandchildren; Clint Garris and wife Samantha, Mary Garris Walker and husband Casey, Seth Tharpe, Luke Tharpe and Madeline Garris, one sister; Donna Bryant and husband Tim and one brother; Timothy Tharpe and wife Debbie all of Roaring River.

                       Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Rachel Baptist Church, 6388 White Plains Road, Roaring River, NC 28669.

  Ruth Frazier, 84

Mrs. Ruth Frazier, 84, of Moravian Falls, passed away on Thursday, March 21, 2019.

           Ruth was born on Tuesday, May 8, 1934 in Wilkes County to Sam Bullis an Omie Prevette Bullis.

           Ruth is preceded in death by her parents and husbands, Melvin Cecil Moore and J. Sherman Frazier.

           Ruth is survived by her sons, Rodney Moore of Stony Point, Anthony Moore of King; grandchildren, Tuesday Moore of Moravian Falls, Brandon Moore of Winston Salem; brothers, Ralph Bullis and wife, Joyce, Hubert Bullis and wife, Jewel all of Moravian Falls, Glenn Bullis and wife, Jean of Wilkesboro.

           No public services are to be held.

           Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Frazier Family.

   Junius Parsons, 56

Mr. Junius "June" Parsons, age 56 of Boomer, passed away Wednesday, March 20, 2019 at his home.

           Funeral services were March 26,   at Thankful Baptist Church with Rev. Ronald Howell officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.  

           Mr. Parsons was born June 30, 1962 in Wilkes County to Sam Parsons, Jr. and Louise Saner Parsons. He was employed by Bernhardt Furniture. Mr. Parsons was a member of Thankful Baptist Church. He loved his children, grandchildren and cooking.

           He was preceded in death by his parents.

           Mr. Parsons is survived by two daughters; Kristena Parsons of Boomer and Jennifer Hopson of Charlotte, four grandchildren; Cassidy, Kynzley, Jaishawn and Payton Parsons, a sister; Josephine Redmond of Moravian Falls and four brothers; Edwin Parsons of Boomer, Sammy Parsons  and wife Denise of MD, Randy Parsons and wife Renee of Hickory and Julius Parsons of Boomer.

           Flowers will be accepted.

 Archie  Blankenship, 89

Archie Hall Blankenship, age 89, of Ferguson, passed away Tuesday, March 19, 2019 at his home. He was born December 27, 1929 in Wilkes

County to Philo Hall and Josephine Gross Blankenship. Archie was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church in Ferguson. He loved the outdoors and feeding wildlife. He also loved spending time with his grandchildren. Mr. Blankenship was preceded in death by his parents; and brother, Ernest Blankenship.

           Surviving are his sons, Barry Hall Blankenship of Ferguson, Rev. Brian Keith Blankenship and wife Alice of North Wilkesboro, Bobby Dale Blankenship of Ferguson; daughter, Elizabeth Ann Johnson and husband David of Ferguson; grandchildren, Deborah Eller, Tracy Hauser, Brittany Blankenship, Justin Church, Brandon Blankenship, Brenna Blankenship; great grandchildren, Kaylee, Halley, Levi, Leah, Chloe, Weston, Archer, Jackson and Kinsley; brothers, Travis Blankenship of Ferguson, Ralph Blankenship and wife Sandra of Deep Gap; and sisters, Margie Mull of Cedar Lake, Indiana, Shelby Jean Blankenship of Ferguson.

           Funeral service was March 24,  at Mt. Zion Baptist Church in Ferguson with Rev. Brian Keith Blankenship officiating.                     Burial  followed in the Church Cemetery.  

           Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

 Gene Wood, 77

Gene Allen Wood, age 77, of Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, March 18, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. He was born February 15, 1942 in Wilkes County to John Arlen and Ruth Rose Wood. Mr. Wood was a member of Mt. Carmel Baptist Church in Moravian Falls and a truck driver with Estes for 30 years. Mr. Wood was preceded in death by his parents; son, James Randy Brookshire; brothers, Otto Wood and Wayne Wood; and sister-in-law, Ursula Wood.

           Surviving are his wife, Sallie Rosalie Wood of the home; daughter, Teresa Little and husband Bill of Millers Creek; grandchildren, Steven Brookshire of Boomer; sister, Clara Mae Wood of Florida; brother, Jim Wood of Columbia, South Carolina; sister-in-law, Loretta Wood of Florida; aunt, Glenda Wood of Hays; and his dog, Coco.

           Funeral service was March 22, at Mountlawn Memorial Park Mausoleum Chapel with Rev. Larry Broome officiating.         Entombment  followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park Mausoleum.   Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to West End Baptist Church, 3186 West NC Highway 268, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.