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Elsewhere Accepted / Kate Mumford | Okay Adult
« on: 07/06/2018 at 21:53 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Katelynn Mumford
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education: 
Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, 1942

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Bryce & Co. Bakery Clerk, 1942-current

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Just my B&co c:

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 12
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
n/a

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Linc Litch, etc

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
(**=referencing an established thread, with permission)

EARLY SUMMER, 1942

The bell chimed brightly when she walked through the pastel door, the smell of sweet breads permeating the air the first thing to greet her. It seemed to be a slow afternoon for the little shop, only a few customers seated in the cozy looking arm chairs that decorated the floor, and no one was lined up at the counter.

Perfect.

With a deep breath and a straightened back, Kate strode across the room right up to the register-- and tripped, stumbling on her own two feet with one last step to go. But she caught herself before completely falling on her face, her ankles wobbling back into position, her hand smacking down, hard, onto the countertop to prop herself up.

Just par for the course, really.

Grimmancing, Kate stood and adjusted herself with quiet dignity before announcing, “Hi, I’m Kate Mumford, I would like to apply for the position posted in your window.”

A young boy with blond curls beamed at her, seemingly unphased by her fumble, and became the second thing to greet her, “Nice to meet you, Kate! I’m Eugene.”


JULY, 1942

”PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!” Helen shouted, scrambling beside her.

“I’M TRYING!” Kate screeched in reply, arms flailing, fingers clinging to her wand as a fire billowed from the open oven in front of them. She hadn’t the faintest idea how things had come to this-- it was just a simple batch of cookies, and she swore she had only left things unattended for just one moment.

Helen, with some quick thinking and clever wandwork, managed to put things out before too much damage was done. With sweat dotting her hairline, blonde waves harried, and a dark smudge streaked across her cheek, Helen took a hard look around the battlefield that was now her kitchen…. and then at Kate.

”Counter,” she breathed out, “You’re definitely working the counter.”

Kate eagerly agreed.


LATE JUNE, 1943**

"Is that--"

"No!”

It was. It definitely was. Derek Ross-- of The Muffin Man bakery Rosses, sworn enemy to the Bryce & Co barkery family-- was laying there in Helen Bryce’s very bedroom. Kate had merely the quickest of glances to see before Helen had straightened up and tightened the crack of the door, putting herself in the way, but Kate had seen all she needed. It wasn’t hard to know a Ross boy when you saw one, especially the father of them all.

“What do you need?"

"Oh you just hadn't come down and there was all this mess left out from yesterday," Kate's voice was hushed, concerned, a tone she perfected over the years, "And then you weren't on time-- You're twenty minutes late, did you know?-- So I was just worried that maybe something had happened."

A pause, and then a sly smile, "But now I can see you were just getting--"

"Kate!"


AUGUST 18TH, 1943**

The owl nearly smacked her upside the head as it shot itself inside the front door of Bryce & Co Bakery. She had just been about to lock up for the day, had taken only one step passed the threshold, when the thing came barreling through. Chest heaving with labored breaths of surprise, Kate attempted to peel herself away from the wall she had very quickly pressed her back against and turned a weary eye into the darkened front room ahead.

Taking a few tentative steps toward the bird that had landed itself by the cash register, the clerk watched it deposit a large twined up package there before turning with a clicking of its talons on the polished wooden countertop. Without further ado, it gave Kate a screech that made her jump in the otherwise quiet room and, with a last scathing look, swooped back out the open door.

“Wretched thing,” Kate muttered under her breath, giving its tail feathers a dirty glare over the metal rim of her glasses. Honestly. You could teach the things to deliver your mail to the most obscure of addresses, but heaven forbid they learn the bare minimum of manners.

It was only when she got closer that Kate suddenly realized the package wasn’t…. Well, quite a package, per say. It was a bundle of letters, all about the same size, same parchment.

Scratched into the topmost in bold, angry letters, read: R E T U R N   T O   S E N D E R .

Brow furrowing, Kate’s eyes darted around the room. In the very back kitchen she could hear Eugene, clanking around with the scrubbing of dishes, but otherwise no one else was around. Deft fingers flipped through the right side of the stack-- all addressed to Jackson Ross, Muffin Man. Jackson Ross, Ross Household, London. Jackson Ross, Somewhere, Please.

And on the left, all addressed from Eugene Bryce, Bryce & Co. Bakery, Diagon Ally.

Kate looked back up toward the kitchen, a small frown dipping the corners of her mouth. If she shifted a few inches, just so, she could see the edge of the fourteen-year old’s form, the blond curls of the back of his head shining in the light of the kitchen.

He had seemed awfully distracted lately, sticking around the bakery a lot... Perhaps now she knew why.


MARCH 31ST, 1944

”Kate…”

“Hmm?” the girl hummed automatically, lazily flipping the page of her magazine without glancing up. It was noon, her lunch break, her favorite spot by the fireplace seductively luring her into a comfortable sleepy haze--

“Kate!”

“What?!” she finally looked up, exasperated, the tired irritation she felt leaking into her tone as she whipped her head around toward her boss--  her very pregnant boss, to be exact. Helen had one hand bracing the counter, the other clutching the bottom of her large stomach, blue eyes wide.

“It’s time,” the woman stated simply, a shaky smile lifting up, and Kate quickly scrambled out of the chair, tripped, caught herself, stumbled back up to run back across the room

“OH! OHHH! Let me get the bag! EUGENE!


OCTOBER, 1946**

"I was just wondering if Eu-, uh Mr. Bryce was working today?"

"Mr. Bryce?" Kate asked, dumbfounded, head tilting to the side; Helen wasn't married-- or, well, anymore... "Surely you mean Mrs. Bryce, don't you?"

"He means-- He means me, Kate."

Kate turned slightly to see Eugene standing in the doorway behind the counter, the way that led to and from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

"Ohhhhh," Kate snickered slightly, as realization finally dawned on her. It wasn't every day that Eugene was given such a proper title. With a quick darting look between the boys-- it had been a while since Jackson Ross had stepped into their shop-- Kate smiled and shuffled away from the counter, back to the sweeping she had been doing before.

"So. Whats, uhh... whats up?"

"--Do you got a few minutes? I know you're probably working but can you step out for just two tics? I promise to have you back in two tics. I just.... I need your help."

"Yeah! Yeah, of course. Let me just… Kate, can you watch the oven for me? Thanks!"


“WHAT?!” Kate jumped, practically dropping the broom in her hands as she whirled around to face Eugene, “But-- I can’t! Dont you remember last time-- Eugene!”

But the two boys were already out the door and, with a loud crack, apparated away.


MARCH 31ST, 1951

“Can you believe,” Kate rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow on the counter as she watched Marcella skip around the front room, “Seven years old already. Four more years till she’s off to Hogwarts!”

“Don’t remind me,” Helen laughed, a small smile lighting up her eye’s she she shrugged on her coat, “It was hard enough when Eugene left me for it. Maybe I’ll have to take up teaching Home Ec again.”

“Please don’t. It was not the same without you here,” Kate laughed back, but the pleading look in her eyes told another story.

“I promise nothing,” Helen winked, “You alright to lock up?”

“Of course.”

”Alright, have a good evening, dear!”

“You too,” she beamed, “See you tomorrow.”


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character: Option Two

Roleplay Response:
She was late! Of course she would end up being late!

A large pink box clutched desperately in her hands, Kate vered around the corner of the next building only to be met with the large Diagon Ally crowd. She groaned; loud, frustrated, her breath a perfect cloud in the cold air. The logical thing to do in this situation would be to apparate to the delivery address, but the last time she had done so she had somehow manage to splinch the box in half, a majority of the contents dropping onto her toes upon reappearance. She was not going to do that again.

So instead, Kate huffed and pushed through, because she would rather be late with the cake in perfect condition than suffer through another scolding from her boss about how clumsy she was.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

“Ahh!” Kate shrieked at the same time, a sudden force making her stumble and lose balance. The box she herself held slipped from her grasp and, as if in slow motion, with Kate’s eyes as wide and as round as her glasses, her arms outstretched, she watched the package tumble and turn-- and hit the street in front of her.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

The clerk stood there, frozen, her line of sight glued to what was surely going to be a mess on the inside. She didn’t even notice the tinsel or the slight pain in her back from the man’s box, until they were suddenly there.

“Helen is going to kill me…” she groaned.


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