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[andrewsmith]

andrew william smith jr. 

occupation
Deputy at the Police Department 

history
On a chilly autumn night, the Smith's moved from the UK to Ashwick Grove, Connecticut.  Only a few months beforehand had Mrs. Smith given birth to her beautiful baby boy, Andrew Jr.  The birth had come painfully and slowly - despite the flow of her magic within her. (Which she secretly had hoped would ease the torture.) Poor Mr. Smith had no way of helping her, but to sooth her pain by gently kissing her eyelids, her nose and her lips as he let her hold his hand tightly.  

They bought the first house they laid eyes on and never regretted the decision.  It brought them four houses down from the family who became their closest confidants - the Manning's - well, at least for the parents.   

The move to Ashwick Grove had not been an easy one on Mrs. Smith.  She had a hard time shifting into this new place.  However, her little baby gave her courage - plus, the Smith's had a very loving relationship.  Yes, sure they had their fits (most caused by Mrs. Smith because she has always liked to give her husband the hardest time) but they raised their little boy in a very healthy environment.  


character


random facts
- From his two parents his mother is the only witch 

 

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[harpermanning]

Harper was late.

She usually wasn't but it had taken a minute longer than expected to close the pharmacy up. An unexpected visitor had arrived and before she knew it she was sprinting to her car and driving downtown to her parents' humble abode. She closed the door behind her with a thud, feeling her stomach growl at the scent of freshly baked apple pie. She smiled. "I'm home!" Harper called out as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and carefully draped it over the end of the stair case. Although she no longer lived with her parents, the Manning house was still her number one place to find solace and comfort despite a hectic schedule. But it was the silence that followed her announcement that slightly put her on edge. Usually, Harper was greeted back with a warm welcome. All she heard were her parents' pet birds chirping from their corner of the unseen cage.

"Mom? Dad?" Harper asked as she walked through the hall into the spread out kitchen and dining room. What she saw next though was somewhat unexpected - yet all at the same time, she was not surprised. Hazel eyes immediately narrowed at the site of the male sitting nonchalantly at the counter of her house, as though it was his second home. Albeit, the Smith household was also a place of tranquility for Harper, but that did not mean their son was a token of one as well. In fact, he was one of the few people who easily got under her skin.

She could already feel it, her bones rattling underneath pink flesh. Harper didn't realize she was staring. "You're not my parents," Harper said finally, a smile gracing her countenance. Andrew never failed to be one of her least favorite, yet most favorite person she knew. It was a complex relationship built over twenty two years that neither bothered to explain.

She hadn't seen him in quite awhile, maybe only a week and a half, but that was long in her book. Harper walked around the counter he sat on, looking at the note posted on the fridge: Grabbing some last minute ingredients with the Smiths! Be back in ten minutes, Andrew should be here soon too. Well, apparently he had already beat Harper to it.

Her eyes flickered over to Andrew, her expression slightly smug. She was tired but still radiated nonetheless, even though every time she saw him she couldn't help but think about the toddler bath times and pre teen angst. "And where have you been all my life?" Harper asked with an arched brow, teasing but also curious."You don't even care enough to text me but you show up at my house as if I'm the one that invited you," She continued with a small smirk, eyeing him carefully.