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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Aug 18, 2021 4:59:41 GMT
 Words are like weapons they wound sometimes
Titus was saying all the right things, though even if he wasn’t Beks was sure she would find the support she was looking for here, whether it was now with her brother-in-law or later when she could connect with Eve directly. Eve was Heath’s sister, and the women shared a mutual sadness over the loss of Rebekah’s husband. A sadness which, Beks knew, could be exploited if need be – not that Rebekah thought what she was doing now was exploiting her sister-in-law's emotions, but if she ever needed to...
“Euphadora has just left me with such a mess to clean up. You know her father and I raised her better than this, but she’s always been a difficult child. And now I have this one to look after for Merlin knows how long...” Had Rebekah ever called the baby by her name? Not that there had been many opportunities to do so in person in the past, but even in conversation it was rare to “Pansy” slip passed her lips. Rebekah hoped Titus would see where she was going without her having to actually ask.
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Aug 2, 2021 0:15:38 GMT
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They were joined by Titus who promptly turned all his attention on the baby. Rebekah sat there with a forced patience that her mother had trained into her many, many years ago. She watched Titus, his ease with the child affirming Beks’ decision in coming here to seek help. Her brother-in-law presented a large gift to the child though it was wrapped and she very much doubted the one year old had sense enough to know how to unwrap it on her own. Not that she had spent much time with the child before now. She’d received an invitation to Pansy’s birthday party not long ago but there had never been any intention of her going. Surely Euphadora knew that.
Eve was out, which was whom she had intended to speak with but the man of the house would do just as well. “My apologies for dropping by unannounced, Titus. I wasn’t sure where else to turn except family. It’s been so very hard, you know.” She was certain news of Dora’s little melodramatics had made their way to the Rowle’s ears but she would elaborate if it hadn’t yet. If nothing else it gave her more opportunity to bemoan the state of her crumbling family.
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Jul 22, 2021 5:46:03 GMT
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes
It was exactly like Euphadora to go off and have a child with a stranger only to cast it at someone else’s feet to take care of. The girl had always been an insolent little brat, but she’d become completely unbearable since her father had died; always whining about herself and never once thinking of anyone else. She was selfish and spoiled. Heath had treated her far too much like a little princess for Rebekah’s liking, and this was outcome of all that coddling and excessive affection; Rebekah Parkinson was being forced to raise her own granddaughter while Euphadora laid about in bed having attractive men cater to her every whim. Never mind that Dora was in hospital and the attractive men in question were the Auror who’d recovered her from a vampire den and a healer who was working round the clock to keep her alive. It was still more attention and affection than Rebekah had been shown in quite some time, and now she had a fussy baby to contend with.
As if the Parkinson name hadn’t been soiled enough, there were now rumors of Dora’s vampiric addiction floating around their social circles. Rebekah wasn’t likely to get an invitation to many Christmas parties this year, what with Euphadora utterly obliterating the family name in one lust-filled evening in a graveyard. It was impossibly embarrassing for Rebekah, and there were very few places left she could turn for support. Luckily, there was some family left where she could go and hopefully get help caring for this child who had been thrust unwittingly upon her. Rebekah sat in the lounge of her sister-in-law's home, waiting for the house elf to notify the Rowles of her presence. Pansy was pulling herself up on the little table in front of the sofa and babbling incessantly. It was doing Rebekah’s head in.
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on May 9, 2019 6:37:40 GMT
 No one ever said life is fair, darling
It was common knowledge that Rebekah was to be a grandmother, even before Euphadora considered announcing it to her mother directly. That had only been last month, but Euphadora was nearly eight months along by then. She had always been a selfish child, never considering the needs of her family or putting anyone before herself. Even as a grown witch, the girl still acted like a petty child, coming to her mother only when she needed something and never offering anything in return. Rebekah shouldn’t have been surprised when a frazzled Euphadora showed up on her doorstep, looking as though she hadn’t run a brush through her hair all day and clearly wasn’t even attempting to watch her figure. Beks was annoyed but she wasn’t heartless. Even after being told straight from the horse’s mouth that Rebekah was the last person Dora had considered going to – her own mother – Rebekah still begrudgingly agreed to escort her first born and only living child to hospital where she could have her bastard babe.
Euphadora squeezed on Rebekah’s arm, wailing and groaning like a dying pig. Beks could do nothing in the moment but bear through the discomfort. It would be short-lived like the others so far, but when her arm was released Rebekah moved away from the bed and sat in one of the two chairs under the window, out of her daughter’s grasp. “It’s childbirth dear, not a tropical holiday. It’s only going to get worse.” The younger Parkinson was only on her first child – hopefully there would be no more. Beks had gone through the woes of childbirth twice, and she had never found it to be worth the hassle. There was so much more to life than raising children and here Dora had gone and thrown her life away simply because she couldn’t keep her knees together. The girl complained again and Beks had had enough. “I’ll find the matron.” She rose from her chair and crossed the room, pulling the door open and then closed behind herself. To her credit, Rebekah approached the matron’s station with the intent of actually calling for someone to give her daughter something for the pain but when she found the station empty Rebekah grew annoyed. Euphadora had tried to exploit Beks’ maternal instincts in order to gain a servant while she was in labor, and Beks had done enough by bringing her to hospital and helping her get sorted in her room. She wasn’t about to go chasing down the entire bloody hospital staff just because Dora couldn’t handle the results of what she’d gotten herself into. Shaking her head, black curls bouncing over her shoulders, Rebekah exhaled loudly in aggravation and headed for the exit door.
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Mar 2, 2019 22:06:03 GMT
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Mar 2, 2019 21:33:27 GMT
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes
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Post by Rebekah Parkinson on Jan 29, 2019 7:16:38 GMT
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PERSONALITY Boggart: Her dead husband's body
Mirror of Erised: Her husband alive and healthy, with the pair of them surrounded by money and wealthy friends
Patronus: Swan - Although unable to conjure a patronus, were she able to her strongest memory would have been of her and her husband, holidaying in Belize
Conceited, self-centered, and egotistical are all terms one could use to aptly describe Rebekah Parkinson. She is a vain woman, more concerned with her looks and happiness than that of the health and well being of her own children who she deemed a mistake in having. At the peak of her social life, Rebekah was very outgoing, always bragging about the trips she and her husband had recently taken or the fur coat she'd received "just because". She wanted everyone to know who she was and that she was fabulous. Her highest ambition was climbing the social ladder with her husband, but since his death she has been absent from anything adjacent to high society.HISTORY Mother: Atania Wilkes nee Rowle, Slytherin, Pureblood Father: Derri Wilkes, Slytherin, Pureblood Siblings: Oskar Wilkes, Slytherin, Pureblood Partners: Heath Parkinson, 44 at time of death, Slytherin, Pureblood Others: Euphadora Parkinson, daughter, 21, Slytherin, Pureblood; Theon Parkinson, son, 16 at time of death, Slytherin, Pureblood; Rose Wilkes, sister-in-law, Pureblood; Misty Catarina Tanith Burke, niece, Slytherin, Pureblood; Brock Wilkes, nephew, Pureblood
Heath and Rebekah fell in love at an early age. They dated throughout their teenage years and married promptly after Rebekah graduated. The couple was madly in love and their only focus was on each other and their journey up the social ladder. The Parkinsons were one of the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’, a family of only the purist wizarding blood in all of Britain. Their ideals of blood supremacy were en vogue at the time of their formative years and when they expectantly became pregnant they passed on their beliefs to their daughter, Euphadora, then their son, Theon. Dora and Theon spent much of their formative years with their nanny, allowing Rebekah and Heath to spend their time doting on each other and mingling with those above their station. The Parkinsons were very much an upper-middle class family, they had a bit of excess money but not nearly as much as their lifestyle seemed to imply. Their children wanted for nothing but love and affection, the two things their parents refused to give them. When their daughter was 16, she dramatically fell into a coma, attempting to ruin the holiday Rebekah and Heath had been planning in Spain. They did not play into her hysterics and left the servants to care for their daughter upon her release from hospital. It was one of many of Dora's attempts to gain her parents' attention but Rebekah didn't care to indulge the girl in such hysterics. The Parkinsons had their own life to be getting on with, including a holiday to New Zealand the following summer. While on holiday, the Parkinsons had been kidnapped and held inside a shipping container for over a fortnight, given only a single meal to share between them each day. After two weeks together, Rebekah was blindfolded and removed from their makeshift cell. She was taken to a hotel room in Manchester. Heath remained in the shipping container but the meals stopped coming. He died of starvation on the same day his terrified wife returned home. The MLE were called, an investigation was opened, and the kidnapping and murder was eventually blamed on a former client of Heath’s. The investigation discovered that the money the Parkinsons had used to take so many lavish holidays (all without their children) had been laundered and stolen from Heath’s clients. The murder was judged to be retaliation for his crimes. Dora and Theon returned to school that September in shock and disbelief. Theon seemed to cope better than Dora, who had sunken into one of her episodes of melancholy and began cutting herself. By the time the children returned home for Christmas holiday they were greeted with another shocking surprise. The family was bankrupt. Rebekah was selling their home and renting a small flat on the other side of town, in which there was only room enough for herself and Theon. As Dora was an adult, she would be expected to get a job following her graduation from Hogwarts and find her own place to live. A week later, on Christmas Eve, Theon got into a fight with a group of boys as he headed towards a Christmas party where Rebekah and Dora had already been for a while, socializing and putting on a show for all the other pureblood families feigning success despite the horrific tragedies the family had so recently faced. When several hours had passed and Theon had not arrived at the party, Dora set off looking for him while Rebekah, unconcerned, continued her attempt at being the center of the party. Dora found Theon lying in the snow, bloodied and dying. She rushed him to the hospital but it was too late. Theon had died of his injuries, only five months after his father’s death. Rebekah Parkinson, upon being notified at the hospital of her son’s passing broke into tears. Since then, Rebekah has kept a relatively low profile. She has had several jobs over the years in an attempt to keep herself afloat financially, but her aim is to find a new husband to replace the love of her life. She is not looking for love this time around, but the comforts Heath had provided her in their marriage; a large manor, servants, wealth, and respect. OOC Play By: Cher Your Alias: Slither Pronouns: Her/she Age: Mind your business Other Characters: Many Where did you find us: Here |
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