Harry Potter Roleplay! [Private for Lilybreeze and I]

Walking forward, she planted a soft kiss on the top of his mussed blonde hair, before moving to the door. She blew out the candle, before closing the door softly shut behind her.
'He won't notice if I'm gone for a bit..'
The female thought to herself, grabbing her coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. She seated herself and pulled on a pair of hiking boots over her different crazy patterns of fuzzy socks. A soft meow startled her slightly as she finished tying the laces, and she looked down to see a sleek white cat with dark blue eyes, and a blue collar greeting her. Stroking the cat with gentle croons in Estonian, the female rose with a 'be good, I'll be back soon', before walking out of the door.

Anastasia soon made her way past the city lights of Tallinn to the shores of the Baltic Sea. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets as she walked, deep in thought. Her boots gently scuffed the cool sand as she walked, her tracks left lightly imprinted along. The cold, salty breeze kissed her face, as if a greeting from an old friend, it tugging at her hair in an almost affectionate manner. The female listened to the waves, closing her eyes as she walked, completely at peace. She finally picked a spot on the shore to sit, and angled her head up towards the stars, orchid eyes searching and glittering with them.
"I didn't think you'd actually stay up so late thinking, Ana."
Came a familiar, suave voice. Anastasia's head immediately whipped to her husband as he walked up, teal eyes glowing affectionately from behind his glinting glasses. He wore his coat and a pair of hiking boots, along with a pair of jeans, and his nightshirt, hands in his pockets.
"And I didn't expect you to roll out of bed and come looking for me, when you were so peacefully sleeping with that adorable little pout on your face, Eesti Vabariik~"
Came the teasing reply. She chuckled further as his eyes flashed in strong affection, a smile curving upwards on his lips as he sat next to her on the cold sand. The chestnut-haired female immediately moved closer to him, resting, and fitting perfectly against his slim chest. A low chuckle was music to her ears as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer if possible, and rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes narrowed in comfort. Her eyes drifted to her left shoulder as a gentle kiss was planted on her hair. Of course, Anastasia had no objection to this, as her eyes slipped shut, a small sigh of contentment serenading the male just as much as his chuckle had to her, a shiver running up his spine with a tingling sensation. They were utterly seduced to each other with the simple things they did. This was how it always was, the couple was always.. enchanted by their other, as if trying to solve some sort of an enigma. They were almost like a game of tennis when they teased and conversed with each other, and at others, at fast speed like ping pong.

But they were in love. Not just a lust for witty banter, but their care and deep concern for the other. Their breath was billowing as one as they sat in peace and contentment, before lips meet another pair, and molded together in the sweetest, most heartfelt action, that could only be done to explain the moment, words impossible for an explanation. When they broke away, their foreheads rested against each other so they could gaze into the opposite sex's eyes, searching deep in the other's pools for those tiny little sparks and glints that only they knew, and any other person would not catch the trivial details.
"Ma armastan sind, Ana."
The murmur escaped his lips.
"I love you too, Ed.."
The whisper, barely audible, left her own. A smile curved on the husband's lips as he shifted slightly, standing up.
"I think it's about time to head back home, don't you agree~?"
Eduard questioned with a slight lean forward to the now standing, shorter female, waggling his brows slightly. She pushed him away playfully with a laugh for him to shut up.

The male watched her in affection as his right hand intertwined with her left, together united, and they walked home.

-- no, I don't mean she is really patriotic, she's LITERALLY married to the personification of the country himself.

Allow me to explain: countries may be thought of as simple chunks of land making up the earth, but they are not just that. Personifications live as long as their country lives; immortal, if you will. They live, and breath, and eat, and have feelings, and experience pain, but their bodies are built to withstand anything. The only way to kill a country is to take all of it's land, annihilate it's people so totally and utterly, that only words in history books are left of them in this world.

Some may say a country's life is blessed, but I assure you it is not. The pains of being tortured, but not being able to die, the emotional toll of falling in love with mortals, or having their hearts captured by brazen heroes of history that later become figures of the country, to be admired when long gone, but mourned all the same.

However, a peculiar thing has happened in the past centuries. Countries have met mere humans, and felt the old fires of love burning. Eventually, marriages began to happen among countries, and their spouses... simply stopped aging... Not one gray hair speckled heads, or wrinkle contaminated skin.. Diseases and ailments went down less and less.. Weapons stopped injuring as nearly bad as before, and wounds healed 50% faster.. It still puzzles me to this day as I write this, as I still have no explanation but this; a bond was created between human and country at each connection, one never seen before, and it intrigued all who knew of it. This bond grew stronger as years went by, spouses to the personifications still alive and well.

Who am I? I'm surprised you ask this, and how I know this. Ah, calm down, I'll tell you.

My name is Anastasia von Bock, and I am the wife of Eduard von Bock, who is the country of Estonia.

I have lived the life of a semi-country with him for nearly 100 years now, and I still appear 22 years old. I have witnessed moments in history from the fronts of the battlefields beside him in several cases. I have suffered pain, and felt heartache. I've cried, and rejoiced in triumph. I've felt happiness, and suffered depression. But I say to you, I would not take away one single second away from any year of it.

My love and pride has been tried to be taken away from me several times. Never again will it happen, and never again will I leave his side so long as we both shall live.
~ Anastasia von Bock
December 15, 2015
6:50 P.M
Tallinn, Estonia

A female with chestnut hair was seated at a mahogany desk in a dark room in the dark of night, a single warm candle alit nearby so she could read over the paper she had written several years ago. Orchid eyes all but bore into the paper as she stared at it in silence. She leaned back in her office chair, eyes containing an unreadable gleam as she used her feet to spin the chair slightly to look out the open window. Her elbows rested on the arms of the chair, hands resting with steepled fingers in her lap. The female angled her head slightly to gaze at the pearly white full moon, the sound of waves lapping against the shore heard pleasantly in the silent night air, the occasional honk from the nearby capital breaking through.

Rising from her seat with a soft squeak of protest from the chair, she made her way to the window, resting her hands on the edge of the window sill, angling her head up to look at the moon once more, shivering ever so slightly at the cool breeze that wafted in the room.

Her orchid gaze travelled to the single king bed in the room, looking over her shoulder, and gazed in silence at a slight bulge in the sheets, the candlelight flickering over the features of the sleeping male. Blonde hair, a peaceful expression.. Brows lowering slightly to shut eyes, light pink lips curving at the edges downward in the slightest. A pair of spectacles glinted on the nightstand nearby, catching the female's eye slightly, before she looked back to the male, resisting the urge to laugh at his pouting expression in his sleep in spite of herself. Silky, light pink lips curved upward slightly at the thought of the male's indignance at being proposed the mere idea that he was adorable in any aspect (and that he most certainly did not pout in his sleep like a little child).

She could simply imagine the way his teal eyes flashed from behind his spectacles whenever they teased each other, flashing witty remarks in an unspoken contest that usually was unanimously called a silent draw more often then not. Teal blue... that spark deep within when experiencing an ephiphany. The usual calm, collected luster that was known to her like the back of her own hand. Hell, Anastasia knew the man himself like the back of her hand. Every single little glint or shimmer in his teal-blue eyes. Every slight twitch of his lips, to that infamous smirk. The way he spoke in a cool, suave manner with that Estonian accent of his. The way he walked with his shoulders back in his prideful manner. The way he would glance up from his computer screen, lean forward, steeple his fingers, rest his chin on them, and look through half-lidded eyes with that half smile curving up on his lips, and have an expression that clearly stated a beyond pleasant, almost purred, "Yes~?". The way his fingers twitched when he was getting particularly excited, along with that particular shade of red when she suggested something... She could have listed every single thing about him until the sun rose and set again.

Anastasia rolled her eyes lightly at herself, imagining the smug smirk on his face at having her describe him.

Walking forward, she planted a soft kiss on the top of his mussed blonde hair, before moving to the door. She blew out the candle, before closing the door softly shut behind her.
'He won't notice if I'm gone for a bit..'
The female thought to herself, grabbing her coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. She seated herself and pulled on a pair of hiking boots over her unsymmetrical, crazy patterns of fuzzy socks. A soft meow startled her slightly as she finished tying the laces, and she looked down to see a sleek white cat with dark blue eyes, and a blue collar greeting her, soft pleasant purrs rumbling in the tom's throat. Stroking the cat with gentle croons in Estonian, the female rose with a 'be good, I'll be back soon', before walking out of the door.
*****
Anastasia soon made her way past the city lights of Tallinn to the shore of the Baltic Sea. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets as she walked, deep in thought. Her boots gently scuffed the cool sand as she walked, her tracks left lightly imprinted along. The cold, salty breeze kissed her face, as if a greeting from an old friend, it tugging at her hair in an almost affectionate manner. The female listened to the waves, closing her eyes as she walked, completely at peace. She finally picked a spot on the shore to sit, and angled her head up towards the stars, orchid eyes searching and glittering with them.
"I didn't think you'd actually stay up so late thinking, Ana."
Came a familiar, suave voice. Anastasia's head immediately whipped to her husband as he walked up, teal eyes glowing affectionately from behind his glinting glasses. He wore his coat and a pair of hiking boots, along with a pair of jeans, and a rather loose gray shirt with his flag on the back, a single hand in his pocket.
"And I didn't expect you to roll out of bed and come looking for me, when you were so peacefully sleeping with that adorable little pout on your face, Eesti Vabariik~"
Came the teasing reply. She chuckled further as his eyes flashed in strong affection, a smile curving upwards on his lips as he sat next to her on the cold sand.

The chestnut-haired female immediately moved closer to him, resting, and fitting perfectly against his slim chest. A low chuckle was music to her ears as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer if possible, and rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes narrowed in comfort, a gentle smirk on his lips, a brow raising ever so slightly in an almost mischievous manner. Her eyes drifted to her left shoulder as a gentle kiss was planted on her neck. Of course, Anastasia had no objection to this, as her eyes slipped shut, a small sigh of purest bliss and contentment serenading the male just as much as his chuckle had to her, a shiver running up his spine with a tingling sensation.

They were utterly seduced to each other with the simple things they did. This was how it always was, the couple was always.. enchanted by their other, as if trying they were some sort of an enigma that needed to be solved. They were almost like a game of tennis when they teased and conversed with each other, and at others, at fast speed like ping pong. Cat and mouse in it's most affectionate context.

But they were in love. Not just a lust for witty banter, but their care and deep concern for the other. The care and fierce love that would leave others speechless in something they experienced everyday. The fierce love that they take a bullet for the other without thinking.

Their breath was billowing as one as they sat in peace and contentment, before lips meet another pair, and molded together in the sweetest, most heartfelt action, that could only be done to explain the moment, words impossible for an explanation. When they broke away, their foreheads rested against each other so they could gaze into the opposite sex's eyes, searching deep in the other's pools for those tiny little sparks and glints that only they knew, and any other person would not catch the trivial details.
"Ma armastan sind, Ana."
The murmur escaped his lips.
"I love you too, Ed.."
The whisper, barely audible, left her own. A smile curved on the husband's lips as he shifted slightly, standing up.
"I think it's about time to head back home, don't you agree~?"
Eduard questioned with a slight lean forward to the now standing, shorter female, waggling his brows slightly. She pushed him away playfully with a laugh for him to shut up.

The male watched her in amused affection from behind his lenses, using his left hand to adjust his glasses, as his right hand intertwined with her left. Together united, they walked home.

It was the night of Christmas Eve, and warm firelight was glowing from inside the Burrow.
Dove approached Mrs. Weasley, shuffling her feet,
"Mum? There's something I'd like to tell you.."
She said, almost turning back to her quiet personality she had at Hogwarts.