Generation Two: Pello: Chapter Two

Generation 2: Pello Slughorn
Chapter Two: A Job and a Face From The Past

Oh good Sim Creator my sister is a teenager.  Dad and I are going to be in a world of trouble now.  Neither of us has the know-how to deal with an adolescent female let alone a back talking, bitter one.

Parley aged up beautifully; although her birthday was quite a sad sight.  Dad and I, after reminding him several times that it was Parley’s birthday, stayed up late the night before decorating the dining room, making her a cake and wrapping her gifts.  The plan was to have a great birthday breakfast and since it was also Saturday we would take  her to the art museum.  I thought she would like it because she liked to draw.  However all my hard planning was a waist when she descended the stairs on her birthday, looked at the decorations, scrunched her noise, grabbed a banana and a orange and went back upstairs and shut herself in her room.  I tried to get her out of her room several times, but she just didn’t want anything to do with us so dad and I went to the art museum and left her at home.  At some point when we were gone she did gather her gifts.  I just hope she liked them.

The weeks following her birthday she had become a scorpion; her attitude was the sting and her words were the venom.  She was disrespectful and rude to dad and I most of the time.  Dad didn’t seem to really notice it, wow what a shock, and I just couldn’t stand to be around her much.  We had been in A.P. long enough for her to make friends, but she was always complaining about how stupid or hick she thought the kids in her class were.  I was sick of her thinking she was better than everyone else and just her whole attitude. She become more isolated from people and family.  I felt bad, but what could I do?  I was her brother not her parent.

I allowed her to exist in her sullen, bleak world and I continued to do what I did and that was school, take care of the household and recently I had started learning how to play the drums in music class.  I was getting pretty good and I had decided I wanted lessons, but when dad and I sat down to look at the budget we figured out that dad’s small catches were keeping the household afloat, but it didn’t allow for extra’s like music lessons and a drum set.

“I’m really sorry.  I know you were keen on these lessons, but we just can’t swing it.”  He was sincere, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes.

I wanted to scream at him that he needed to do more for this family, that he needed to be more responsible, but I kept my mouth shut.  As hard as it was to be the “man” of the house I couldn’t image how I would act if the love of my life died.  Everyone dealt with it differently, I just hopped that someday dad would be more connected again.

“Okay dad.  Thanks for checking.”  I was disappointed and upset and Cherry and I headed to my room.  That night I decided that I would look for a part time job.  If dad couldn’t buy me my drums and lessons I would do it myself.  Until I could I could keep using the set in the music room to practice on during my free hour.

The following Saturday I got earlier then most Saturday’s and as I ate my bowl of cereal I perused the paper to see if there were any advertisements for jobs.  The paper didn’t turn up any jobs, but I didn’t let that discourage me.  As I left the house I saw my dad’s catch set out ready to be taken to the market.  I grabbed the bucket and thought to myself that the market would be the perfect place to start looking for a job.  With a smile on my face I set off for town.

That evening I came home as the sun sank beyond the land.  I was exhausted and jobless.  I had filled out about a dozen applications and everyone of them told me that they would put it on file, but currently they weren’t hiring.  I felt slightly discouraged, but I wasn’t going to give up.  I wanted that drum set very badly.  So I decided that the following weekend I would try again.  I would have tried on Sunday, but I was taking Cherry to the park for a day of Frisbee and fun.

The next morning after breakfast I packed my backpack a clicked the leash onto Cherry’s collar and we set off to the park.  It was one of my free days where I wasn’t taking care of others needs and I wanted it to last so Cherry and I took a new route to the park.  It was such a good choice the walk was beautiful and the sun felt great.

We came upon a farmhouse and I noticed a sign at the end of the driveway that said “Hiring”.  I looked at Cherry and thought what the heck it wouldn’t hurt to see what kind of work is needing to be done.  We started up the driveway and when I saw an elderly made working in a very plush apple orchard I told Cherry to sit and stay and started to approach the man.

The older man heard me and turned from his chore.  “No no…bring your dog with you young man.”  He called to me.

I patted my leg and Cherry ran to my side and the man met us half way.  Bending down he allowed Cherry to smell his hand before he ran his thin fingers through the fur of her head.  “Beautiful dog you have.”  He stood up smiling.

“Thank you. ”  I puffed my chest out with pride.

“So how can I help you today son?”  He pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Um…I saw your sign and thought I would ask what kind of work you have available.”  I’m normally not a nervous person, but there was something about him that made me want to impress him and I felt as if I was doing anything but impressing him.

“Ah…good good.  Well my name is Dr. Wilmont Fantrain and I’m a veterinarian.  I own the clinic down town, but here I run an animal boarding house and rescue.  I also live here.  I’m looking for a trustworthy person to help me out around here cleaning horse stalls, feeding and walking the dogs, grooming and caring for the cats as well as the other animals we have here.  I have one assistant here, her name is Kora, but we find ourselves obtaining more and more animals so I need more help. “

I raked my hands through my messy hair.  “What are the hours?”

Dr. Fantrain stroked his chin as he thought about it.  “Most weekends for sure, but I may need you at times during the week.  Are you interested?”

I looked over at Cherry worried about leaving her every weekend.  The weekends were normally our time and we both treasured that time.

“Does your dog get along with other animals?”  Dr. Fantrain asked.

“For the most party she does.”  There was one time, soon after I got her, that she got into a little scrap with a stray dog who tried to sleep in her doghouse.

Crossing his arms over his chest he gave me another smile.  His smile was comforting and made you feel at ease.  “What is your dog’s name?”

“Cherry Tree, but I call her Cherry.”

“Well Ms. Cherry would be welcome to come with you on the weekends.  It would be nice for the other animals to be exposed to other animals.  This is if you are interested in the job.”

I was interested.  I loved animals and this sounded like the perfect job for me.  Granted cleaning up horse doo-doo and dog doo-doo wasn’t on my top ten things to do, but this could lead into bigger opportunities and would be a chance to learn from Dr. Fantrain.  Ever since I got Cherry I had thought about become a veterinarian and now I was talking to one about a job.  It seems like luck was turning my way.

“Do I need to fill out an application or something?”

“Nah, we are very informal here.  So can you start next Saturday?”

“Um…yes but can I ask what I will get paid?”

Dr. Fantrain told me what he paid and that payday was every Friday.  We shook hands and I left with a promise to see him the following weekend.  With a sense of accomplishment Cherry and I finished our walk to the park.

The park was great and the whole day I felt like I was on cloud nine.


All week I had been looking forward to Saturday and getting one step closer to my dreams.  I made sure all my homework was done on Friday night and went to bed early.  Nothing was going to stop me from doing a good job.

The day was full of hard work and it was long, but also a lot of fun.  I learned that Dr. Fantrain was a widower.  His wife had died five years prior in a car accident.  Ever since he had surrounded himself with the things he loved to remind him that life is happy, but short.  He opened up his property as a boarding center for animals about a year after his wife’s death, and the residences of A.P. took well to it leaving their pets in his care when they went out of town for holiday’s or long weekends.  However, when people started to report strays and abandoned pets around town he began to take them in and care for them.  The place ran on donations and his money from the clinic.

The weekend I started there weren’t any borders so I spent the time working and getting to know the residents of Fantrain Farm.  I cared for Fareed the horse as Kora brushed Shoshone the unicorn.

I played with Gilbert cat while Ms. Jezebel rolled around in her bed; all the while Cherry made sure she was always close by.

Bear and Cleo were happy to meet Cherry and I.

That weekend I had the best time I had had since moving to A.P. and I looked forward to working for Dr. Fantrain as long as I could.


Life returned to a routine.  During the week I was in school working hard and then home to take care of my family and spend time with Cherry and most days Skype or email with Midori, and on the weekends I was found on the Fantrain farm working hard and having the time of my life.

About three weeks after I started working I got home a little early on a Sunday afternoon and decided to make something special for dinner.  Normally it was something quick and easy because I was so tired after work.  I was cutting up the vegetables when I heard the doorbell ring.  I knew Parley was in the living room watching some dark cartoon so I yelled out at her, “Parley, get the door.”

I heard her drag her feet to the door and open it.  I could hear low murmurs and a moment later she yelled back,  “Pello!”

Laying the knife down and exited the kitchen and as I walked past my sister I said, “Could you have been more rude?”

“Oh probably.” Was her reply before she ran up the stairs to her room.  I heard her door slam as I got to the front door.

“I’m sorry about my sis….” I stopped cold as I saw who it was.

“Midori, man what are you doing here?”

“Nice greeting Dude.  Are you going to invite me in?”  Midori laughed.

I leaned forward and gave my best friend a half hug and ushered him into the house.

“You weren’t kidding about Parley were you?”  He scratched the back of his neck and gave me a concerned look.

“No Man, I wasn’t.”  I lead him into the kitchen so I could continue dinner.  “So what are you doing here and why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

He leaned up against the counter and grabbed a carrot.  “My dad put in for a transfer at work two months ago and on Friday we moved here after his request was finally accepted.”

“Old man sour requested to move here?  Why?”  I was dumbfounded Mr. Sour wasn’t the friendliness guy around and he seemed pretty content in Riverview.

“Believe it or not my dad has changed some.  I asked if his job had a location in or around Appaloosa Plains.  When I found out that there was a location here I begged and pleaded for him to put in for a transfer, and finally I wore him out and he did.  I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise.”  He popped another carrot in his mouth.

“Well it is great to have you here buddy.   Are you staying for dinner?”

Midori nodded his head.  “So Pello, what are we going to do about Parley?”


Generation Two: Pello: Chapter One

Generation 2: Pello Slughorn
Chapter One: Letters From Home

“She drove erratically that day and she never made it home………..”

I snapped the book shut and pitched it across my room, causing the book to ricochet off the door and fall face open on the floor.  How dare they write this stuff about my mother? What gave them the right?  Oh I forgot it has the word unauthorized in the title so that gives them the right. I didn’t need to finish it, I had lived it.

I heard one crisp, clear knock on the door as Parley burst through,  “What was that noise?”

I looked at my once sweet and kind sister with a look of annoyance.  “Get out Parley!”

She noticed the book on the floor and swooped it up.  “The Unauthorized Story of Octavia Slughorn.”  She read the spine of the book and then tossed it onto my nearby desk.  An unnatural laugh escaped her lips and she cocked her hip and looked back in my direction.  “You finally decide to read that nonsense?”   It came out more like an accusation then a question, but that is what my sister had become; a cold, sarcastic young woman who would soon be a teenager.

“Parley, I’m not in the mood for you today.  Get the hell out of my room!”  I rose to my knees and pointed to the door.  Since our mother died I had always tried to be the encouraging older brother, but there were times she pushed my nerves to the core and today was one of them.

She stood her ground with her hands crossed over her chest and I sank back down on my bed.  Just then Cherry Tree, Cherry for short, my dog bound into the room making sure she brushed Parley’s leg before jumping onto the bed next to me.

Parley let out a disgusted cry, “Stay away from me you mangy mongrel.”  My whole room shook as she slammed the door behind her.

I looked over at Cherry and saw in her eyes that she wanted something from me, but unlike my father’s request, her’s was doable and reasonable.  I reached over and began running my fingers though the soft fur on top of her head.  Her stare eased, signaling me that she had forgiven me for shutting her out of my room; since I found her she had been by my side and that is where she is happiest.  She laid her head on my knee and I pulled both my hands behind my head and laid back into my pillow.  I had a big decision to make and I had to make is soon.

I just recently turned sixteen and with that, as the old saying goes, comes great responsibility.  After all my party guests left my father, in one of his lucid moments, sat me down and asked me to take on a great task.  He began by explaining to me that Octavia had set out to create a legacy out of the Slughorn name; one where people would hear the name and admire it and be able to take life lessons from.  He went on to tell me that she had decided that she had wanted me to carry on this legacy, and my dad wanted to know if I would take on that challenge.

I didn’t know what to say and I could see it in my dad’s eyes that he didn’t expect an answer right away.  “Can I let you know by Parley’s birthday?”

He nodded his head and patted my knee and as he stood up he said to me, “Nobody would be upset if you don’t want to do this.”

Those words rang in my ears as I lay on my bed trying to decided what to do. As I lay there memories of the past flooded my thoughts.


The funeral was a big deal in Riverview everyone who was everyone showed up but only a select few had been allowed to go past the iron gates of the cemetery to say good-bye to Octavia Slughorn as the rest of the crowd waited outside  praising her life and inconsolably crying.

Most of the grief-stricken were family and a few close friends.  Pax and his two girls were there, and despite the rivalry the two women had going most of the time to win Pax’s affection they put that aside to be there for the man they both loved wholeheartedly.

Percy brought along with his steady Margo, and as he stood at the gravesite he could not muster any tears for his departed mother.  His heart was crushed and he felt lost without her, but the tears just would not come.  Margo just rubbed his back and whispered in his ear that everything would be okay.

Firefly still kept her distance from Porter, but was there with the girls to allow them to say good-bye to their grandma.  Porter’s heart was heavier than most at the funeral for he was dealing with a double loss.  He was not allowed to be with the woman he loved and the woman who had raised him when the man who shared his DNA abandoned him was now gone.  The only comfort he could find was in Robin and Ana and he tried to rejoice in the blessing he had in his girls.

Parley struggled and felt lost.  She was the only female of the Slughorn clan and she didn’t know how she would cope without her mother.  Without a woman to guide her through all the things she needed to learn.  All of us tried to be there for her in the days that followed mom’s death but the only one she seemed to respond to was my best friend and the boy she use to find annoying, Midori Sour.  I watched as he held a protective arm around my sister and I just knew she would be okay with him in her life.

Even Danger and Misty Zone were there.  My father was so against them attending, but Danger convinced him he had a right to be there since he and Octavia had three sons together.  Misty acted as if she had lost her best friend.  I didn’t understand her reaction because she and mom hadn’t been friends for years.

I stood with my dad, Kyle Slughorn, and when I wasn’t looking around to make sure my siblings were okay I was looking up at his face and it killed me to see the anguish there.  Truthfully was just avoiding looking at the coffin that held my mom, but I also did want to make sure my family was holding up.

At the end of the service Father Thomas called on Parley.  It had been requested by my father that Parley sing the departing song.  When he had asked her to do it she just shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the room and never brought it up again, but now when it was time to step in front of everyone she froze in her spot.

“I can’t do it.”  I heard her whisper.

I watched as Midori pulled her tight against his chest and wrap his arms protectively around her.  He whispered something in her ear and waited for her reply.  She wiped the tears from her eyes and stepped out of his shield of protection and took her place in front of mom’s coffin.

She cleared her throat and tried to sing, but the only thing that came out was a strange croaking noise.  She bowed her head and wiped more tears from her eyes.  After a few seconds she tried again:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T’was Grace that taught…
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear…
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares…
we have already come.
T’was Grace that brought us safe thus far…
and Grace will lead us home.

The Lord has promised good to me…
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be…
as long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
a life of joy and peace.

When we’ve been here ten thousand years…
bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise…
then when we’ve first begun.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

If there had been a dry eye before she opened her mouth to sing there wasn’t after.  Her voice was soothing and sweet and the song summed everything up.

The house after the funeral was a mad house.  Many of those that weren’t allowed in the cemetery showed up with casseroles, and breads and really what they wanted was a glimpse of the inside.  They wanted something to gossip about, something to criticize and something to be jealous about.  Most got what they wanted especially after the book came out.

Firefly didn’t stay but she dropped the girls off and Porter spent his time finding comfort in them.  He hugged them, played with them and fed them lunch and was thankful that he didn’t have to just sit there in a crowd of people he barely knew thinking about what his family had lost.

The rest of us pretty much found our own thing to do.  Parley and Midori were out back sitting on the swings, Pax, Jade and Bluebell were busy in the kitchen putting away food and serving some as well.  Percy and Margo were held up on the couch talking in low voices amongst themselves and dad was desperately trying to avoid the single women that were now hunting him out.  I found myself in a chair with the family photo album on my lap.  The day seemed to drag on forever.


Two months after we buried Octavia we Slughorn’s had our first birthday.  It wasn’t a very festive day.  There was no cake, no balloons and really no presents.  I felt bad, but when I asked Percy about it he told me he was fine with how it all went down.  Lucky for him he has a great gal in Margo and she took him for a picnic lunch in the park.  Dad asked Percy to stick around for a while to help him take care of the three of us left at home and he agreed.

Dad hadn’t been doing well since mom died.  He was growing distant from us and wasn’t providing for us as he did in the past and a month later when the “The Unauthorized Story of Octavia Slughorn” came out he just about shut down completely.  The whole town turned their backs on our family when that awful book came out.

It didn’t take long for us to be the talk of the town and not in a good way either.  Soon the kids in school started to torment Parley. They would have done the same to me, but I had Midori and I just didn’t care what they thought so when they saw that their teasing didn’t affect me they got bored with it and stopped, but Parley was a different story.  She didn’t really have any friends, well except for Midori who was my age and in a different class, and she was very sensitive and the slightest things would set her emotions off.

Even though my dad had pretty much tuned out when Parley came home from school upset something made him pay attention to that and finally he had, had enough.  It was decided that we would move.  For the first time since mom died he became active in researching the best place for our family and plans were made.  Months past and it was decided we would move to Appaloosa Plains.  The house in Riverview became Percy’s and since Porter had kids he opted to stay with Percy until he was legal to move out on his own, which would be soon after we moved.

Moving day came and all of our belongs were packed tight in a moving van in front of the house.  It was time to say our good-byes and be on our way.  The house was full with family and friends and many hugs, I love you and good lucks were being tossed around, but Parley was nowhere in the mix of things.  She hadn’t liked the torture of the other school kids, but she didn’t want to move.  She didn’t want to leave her brothers, nieces but most importantly she didn’t want to leave Midori.

Midori noticed that she was not there and went out back to look for her.

“There you are.”  She wiped away tears as he took her hand.  “Come on we need to get you back to say your good-bye’s.”  He tried to lead her back but she pulled against him forcing him to stop. She just stared at him.

He moved closer to her and brushed her cheek with his hand.  “It will be okay. There’s skype, email and texting I will always be there for you Par.”

She lowered her chin and gazed at the grass.  “It isn’t the same.”  Her voice was weak and hallow.

“I know but we will make do.”

He leaned forward and sweetly kissed her cheek.  “Now come on your dad will be looking for you.”

“You’re going to forget all about me when I leave.  You are going to find some pretty, normal girl and fall madly in love and I will be but a memory.”  Parley sobbed against Midori’s back.

Midori slowly turned around and looked her in her eyes.  “You’re such a silly girl.  Do you know that?  Did I let the fact that you found me annoying stop me from getting to know you?  No!  I’m not about to let distance stop us from knowing each other.  So stop being silly and get in the house and say good-bye to your family.”

Twenty minutes later the three of us were pulling away from my childhood home heading for a new adventure in Appaloosa Plains, or A.P. as I now call it.

All these memories came flooding back to me as I lay there trying to decide if I should take on the legacy of the Slughorn’s and these memories are what helped me decided and my decision was yes….yes I would take on the task my father asked me to do.  Yes I would move the Slughorn name in the path of goodness…Yes I will be Octavia’s heir.


That was three days ago and as heir I should bring you up to date with what has happened to the Slughorn’s since we moved to A.P. and the best way to do that is by sharing some of the key letters or should I say emails, we have received from home.


Dearest Family,
There has been a lot of change in my life since you three moved to Appaloosa Plains and it is so hard to know where to start. Soon after your move Jade found out she was pregnant. It came as a huge shock to as all for part of our arrangement was to be careful and I mean it when I say we were.

We had a family meeting about it and it was decided that nothing had really changed and we would raise the baby together. Yes the three of us. There are all kinds of families out there so why not create our own unique family. As long as the baby was raised in love what makes the difference, right? 

Other than being pregnant Jade is doing well with her flower shop. She is booking a lot of weddings and other formal events. Bluebell is also doing well with her job. She got a promotion at her office and she is in charge of her own department. Work for me is going about the same as when you left. I’m getting regular articles now, but it is still hard to become something when the town you live in still talks about the past and what they believe to be the truth. 

Until next time family be well. 
Love Pax, Bluebell and Jade

Dearest Family,

Since my last letter my life has been turned upside down. As you know when Antoine was born the four of us lived in harmony for a short time, but I found myself spending more time with Jade and Antoine and deep inside I started to have stronger feelings for her then Bluebell but I never let that on. I couldn’t do that to Bluebell, but she was no dummy and she could see and felt the shift in our family.

One morning I went to her bedroom to spend some time with her and she was gone. All her belongings has been removed and she had left a letter telling me how much she loved me but she couldn’t be a third, or in our case fourth, wheel anymore. She wished me a good life. I had tried to get a hold of her and she wouldn’t take my calls. Finally her family told me she left Riverview. It broke my heart to lose another person I loved, but I knew it was for the best.

As for Jade, Antoine and I we are one happy little family. Jade and I married in a small private wedding as Antoine stood by as witness. Jade’s flower shop is doing wonderful and I finally got my own column. Riverview has pretty much forgotten about Octavia, but from time to time you will hear her mentioned.

Until next time family be happy
Love Pax, Jade and Antoine.


Dear Kyle, Pello and Parley,

You are all really missed here in Riverview and I hope Appaloosa Plains is treating you well. Margo and I are doing well and are very happy together. Many still try to convince us we should get married, but why fix what isn’t broken. She and I are on the same page about marriage and we don’t find it necessary to be happy.

Margo is content to being an at home mom to our boys Gary and Grant. Once they start school she will go back to her decorating business, and I am doing well in the medical track.

Miss and Love you all
Percy, Margo, Gary and Grant



Yes it is me Porter.  This is me all grown up.  Yeah yeah I know I still look like a punk.  LOL 

So after I became an adult I did what everyone expected me to do.  I married the woman of my dreams Firefly Tuesday.  I counted my savings and booked tickets to Simvegas.  I marched right over to her house and the look of shock on her face was priceless.  She didn’t know what to say to my new-found age.  I grabbed her hand and began to drag her to my car, it is a good thing I had made arrangements with her mom to watch the girls.  Our wedding was fast and long overdue, but in our mind it was perfect.  We were able to spend three days there just being with each other. No judgment and no kids and then it was back home to be with our girls and to find a place to live.

When we got back to her house we found all of Oodee’s stuff packed and she handed me the deed to the farmhouse.  She told us this was her wedding gift to us and she wanted us to be happy.  She had already rented a little house on the edge of town and after we spent some time with her I helped her move to her new home.  She has been very happy there since and she comes over all the time and we are always glad to see her.  

So there you go Porter Slughorn, the town screw-up, is a married man. One who is committed to his family and so happy that his life worked out.  

Love Porter, Firefly, Robin and Ana



This is a quick letter to let you all know that we are doing well.

Ana and Robin are so grown up. They are both in ballet, but Ana also takes girl scouts.  They both miss you all greatly and send their love.

The Quads, Jefferson, Theresa, Jamil and Freddy are now toddlers. They keep Firefly and I very busy and we are always tired, but we wouldn’t change our life for anything. Theresa copies her big sisters when they practice their ballet and we know she will have to be enrolled soon. The boys are just rambunctious little boys always getting into things and are curious about everything.

We hope this email finds you all well
Love Porter, Firefly, Ana, Robin, Theresa, Jamil, Jefferson and Freddy

So that pretty much catches us up on my siblings back in Riverview.  As for us in A.P. we made a new life for ourselves.

It was a long trip to A.P. and by the time we arrived Parley had convinced herself that Midori would forget all about her and that he would break her heart more than it was already broken so to protect herself she cut ties with him.  She wouldn’t answer his emails, phone calls and other social media attempts to contact her.  Only through me was he able to keep tabs on her and during our discussions you could tell he wasn’t liking how things were going.  Slowly, without real friends she became distant, sarcastic, and snarky.  She kept to herself most of the time she is held up in her room drawing. Luckily she was maintaining good grades in school so there was a positive.

My dad has still been shut off to us.  He still does his fishing for money, but he forgets to take them to the market and I have to do that for him most of the time so we can maintain our bills and buy food.  I fear I may have to get a part-time job to help supplement the money he isn’t making because lately his catches have been small.  I’m not sure if it is from lack of trying or lack of fish.  He does have good days, but more bad than good.

As for me I spend most of my days caring for my family, making sure I do well in school and hanging out with my best friend, Cherry, who is a dog.  I found Cherry about a year after we moved to A.P.  She was raiding a tipped over garbage can and she was dirty and full of fleas.  There was just something in her sweet eyes and I just couldn’t walk away from her.  After a lot of coaxing she finally allowed me to approach her.  I found a tag on her beat-up collar that had a phone number on it.  I took her home, gave her some food and a bath and brushed her fluffy fur.  She was so grateful that she rested her head on my knee and looked up at me with those eyes of her’s and I was in love.  I almost didn’t call the number because I already couldn’t bear the thought of having to return her to her owner.  I did the right thing and sometimes doing the right thing pays off.  When the person on the other end picked up I was surprised by who the number belonged too.  It was famous Baby Challenge Mom Becks Best.  I told her I had her dog and she was so relieved.  She explained that she was in the process of moving and in between packing, keeping track of her kids and the litter of puppies Cherry Tree must have got out but she was really shocked that she had made it all the way to Appaloosa Plains.  She also explained that she was unable to keep the litter and had to find a new home for Cherry.  When she said that I asked her how much she wanted for her because I just knew in my heart that Cherry belonged with me.  Becks seemed to contemplate it for a moment and said,  “I can hear in your voice that you have taken a fancy to little Miss. Cherry.  She is already in your home and you were kind enough to take her in and care for her and to call me so I would like you to have her.  She is my gift to you Pello Slughorn.”  I was shocked and very grateful.  We ended the call with an agreement that I would give her updates on Cherry’s life.

So that is the life of the Slughorn’s over the past few years.  Tomorrow is Parley’s thirteenth birthday.  This should be oh so interesting.  Let the games begin.

Gen. 1: Octavia Chapter Nine

The Adventures of the Slughorn Family
Octavia: Generation 1 Chapter 9

Time moved on for the Slughorn’s. Kids went to school, participated in sports, school activities, dances and hung out with their friends. Time had been great for the Slughorn kids. Pax was doing well in school and surprisingly he managed dating two girls very well. Percy and Margo still enjoying each other companies and their relationship was strong. Porter saw his girls every weekend and he was on cloud nine, but he still couldn’t get Firefly to let him back into her life, but every moment that passed she seemed to relent and relax on a new issue. Pello and Parley were thick as thieves and were very popular in school.

Although time had been great for the kids it wasn’t so kind on Kyle and Octavia. After that fateful Halloween night they started to grow apart. Sure they put on the charade and they said their “I love yous” when around friends and family which usually was followed by the cute little peck or quick hug, but many nights Octavia fell asleep alone, Kyle telling her he was busy with something or another, and many mornings she walked down the stairs to see Kyle folding up the couch blanket before the kids came barreling down.

Octavia wasn’t sure why the void was there and why it was growing. She loved Kyle sure, but a big part of her didn’t miss him when he was absent in her bed or when she woke in the morning. She felt guilty for her thoughts and feelings, but she chalked it up as this is how long time married couples acted, and she was justified, in her mind, when she remembered coming down the stairs as a child and seeing her dad sleeping on the couch.

Before the household knew it Pax was graduating and graduating with honors no less. Octavia was over the moon with pride and the ceremony was a sight with the whole Slughorn family there to cheer Pax as he accepted his diploma.
Pax had received a scholarship for football at the local Riverview College and his dad, Danger, had agreed to rent and pay for a house for him to live in. The house that the two picked out was big enough for both Bluebell and Jade to move in with him. Octavia wasn’t fond of that part of Pax’s plan, but she didn’t know how she could get him to rethink it.

After walking out of the school auditorium Octavia realized she left the program on her seat and she wanted to put that in Pax’s scrapbook. She told her family to wait for her and went back inside. Standing by the seat she had been sitting in, holding her program, was Danger. A scowl spread on her face and she walked to him snatching it from his hand. “What do you want?” She growled.

Danger’s face held a smile that always melted Octavia’s heart, but she tried not to show it. “Pax tells me you have a problem with me renting him a house while he is at school.”

Crossing her hands over her chest she pops her hip out to the side. “That isn’t quite what I have a problem with.”

Danger shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a torn piece of paper. “Meet me at this address at 9 tonight and we can talk about this further.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea. You can just call me.” Her mouth said one thing but her hand snapped forward and grabbed the paper from his hand.

“I will see you tonight.” Danger walked past her and out of the auditorium.

The Slughorn’s went out to dinner that night and a good time was had by all and at 9 Octavia found herself standing outside of grimy motel reluctantly knocking on the door to room 69. She heard Danger’s voice telling her to come in and she found him at the table that was set with champagne and glasses.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” She tried to turn to leave, be he was too quick for her.

 “It is to celebrate our sons achievements and nothing more.” He pulled her to the table and she sat down and he took the chair across from her.

“So you have an issue with me renting a house for Pax?” Danger starts and poured himself a glass of champagne. He tilted it toward her and she shook her head no.

“Its not the house I have an issue with and you know it. It is the fact that you are allowing and encouraging him to move both his girlfriends in.”

“Come on Octavia the boy is young and he has been pretty responsible dating them both so far. He doesn’t lie to either of them and neither of them are knocked up.”

“Oh that is great parenting skills Danger. I seem to recall you having a similar caviler attitude with Porter and look at where he is at. He barley is getting by in school because he has to work to help raise two daughters that he had with a much older woman out of wedlock. You really think that having this attitude with Pax is going to turn out well?”

Danger laughed and took a long drink from his flute. “Yeah I screwed up with Porter, but Pax is a whole different ballgame. You hold on too tight Octavia and you will lose your boy.”

She stood up quickly and glared at him. “You don’t get to tell me how to raise my boys.”

“You mean our boys.” He corrected with a smug look on this face.

Danger always finds a way to make Octavia’s blood boil. “This was a terrible idea. I’m leaving.”

 Before she knew it Danger had her against the motel wall and his lips found her exposed neck. Not having this kind of affection for so long mixed with her attraction to Danger led her to snaking her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His lips find hers and she moans into his. He slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. His hand found the flimsy material of her panties and he tugged and that is when Octavia pushed him away.

“This is wrong.” Her voice was shaky and not confident in her words.

“But it feels so right.” HIs lips find her neck again.

She leaned her head back again. “Oh God, yes it does.”

“Then make love to me.” Danger moved her around and threw her down on the bed and laid his body on top of hers.

A burst of energy coursed through her and she pushed him off her. Buttoning her shirt she stands up. “I can’t do this. It isn’t right.”

As she headed for the door Danger called back after her. “Meet me here next Thursday night.”

“No!” She pulled open the door.

“I know you too well Octavia Slughorn. I will see you next week.” Was the last thing she heard as she slammed the door behind her.


The following week Octavia found herself going through the motions of living her life, but all that was really on her mind was if she would meet Danger as he asked.

She and Kyle helped Pax move into his house, and she never did get around to trying to talk Pax out of moving in both Jade and Bluebell.

She made lunches and kissed her kids and acted like a happily married woman.

 But the following Thursday Octavia found herself standing in front of the sleazy motel looking at the numbers on the door, 69. How appropriate for her visit there. She had told Kyle and the kids that she had joined a woman’s bowling league and that every Thursday she would be going out after dinner and coming home late.

She heard Dangers smooth voice calling her inside and she opened the door slowly.

Seeing him laying on the bed in just his boxers she tried to turn around and leave, but his reflexes were fast and he grabbed her and once again threw her on the bed. “I’m not letting you get away this time Octavia. I need you.”

Once that first time happened it became a weekly thing.

Soon weeks turned into months.

 For six days a week she acted like Octavia Slughorn mother of five and wife to Kyle Slughorn, the nicest and most sought out man in town. Everyone who knew her envied her and wanted to be in her shoes, if only they knew she was living a lie. Then one night a week she acted like Octavia Slughorn mistress to Danger Zone. It was the one night a week she felt herself and happy.


The last time she saw Danger she actually stayed the night with him at the motel. She wasn’t sure what she was going to tell Kyle, but she knew she had made the right decision.

They kissed outside their motel room and went their separate ways.

As she drove home, slowly, she saw there was a physic reading taking place at the park. She decided to go and check it out. She needed time to figure out why to say to Kyle anyway.

There she met Madame Currie.

Madame Currie sat Octavia down and gave her grim news about her affair with Danger.

“Child.” She said in her heavy Cajun accent, “He isn’t going to leave you. He loves his wife, but he craves for more then what he is allowed.”

 How did this woman know? Octavia was taken back with the fact that this woman knew about her affair. She hadn’t really believed in this stuff. She just sat there and stared there starring at the woman.

“Come over here.” Madame Currie led Octavia to her big caldron. “Let me see if there is something I can conjure for you plight.”

She stirred and chanted and finally she looked up at Octavia with a frown and shook her head.

Then without warning Madame Currie shoved a cursed doll into Octavia’s hand. “Make your life right Child or the voodoo will do it for you.”

 At that moment two things happened to Octavia. First she got angry with Madame Currie and her mumbo jumbo and threw the doll back at her. Next she turned on her heel and ran toward her car. She knew that her life was with Kyle and she had to get home and tell him the truth and tell him that she loved him and only him. Danger was just something she couldn’t have and that made her want him as if she were a child. She just prayed that he could forgive her and they could restart their life together.

She drove erratically that day and she never made it home………..

Gen. 1: Octavia Chapter Eight

The Adventures of the Slughorn Family

Octavia: Generation 1 Chapter 8

*****There is some adult content in this post..

Please know this before reading*****

Time went along for the Slughorn’s.  Daily life was full of making lunches, making sure kids got to school, continuing  careers and making sure kids did their homework and were respectful.

As Firefuly’s belly grew Porter and Octavia began to get more and more divided.  Octavia forbid him to see her and he wanted nothing more than to see her.  However he was still a minor so seeing Firefly was hard and it happened less and less as time went on.

 Then one day Parley and Pello came home from school and Pello was complaining about his stomach and head.  Kyle swooped him up into this manly arms and the poor kid was burning up with fever.  Leaning in with worry Octavia asked if he wanted some soup in bed.  Pello gave her a weak nod and Kyle carried him upstairs and Octavia went into the kitchen.

They put him in their bed and stayed with him all night.  His fever finally lifted at about 4am.

The whole time Octavia couldn’t help but wonder and worry that this was the doing of that Jennifer she met in a dream once.  She even took up muttering the name asking her to make Pello okay.  This was something the Slughorn’s had never experienced before and hoped to never experience again.

A few days later Pello Slughorn was back to his friendly sweet self.

Time sure flies when you’re having fun as the old saying goes and the Slughorn family was no different, and one saturday morning Porter got a phone call from Mrs. Tuesday telling him Firefly was in labor. That day he experienced one of his greatest disappointments of his life.

“Mom, Kyle I need to go to the hospital.”  Porter shouted running down the stairs.

“Why what’s wrong?”  Octavia grabbed his shoulders as he hit the bottom step.

“Firefly is in labor.  I need to go.  Can I borrow the car?”

Now dear reader our wonderful Octavia, like many of us, is flawed and at the time she thought she was doing the right thing, but in the end she ended up regretting it.

“No and you aren’t going to the hospital either.”  her voice was full of venom as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What?  Are you kidding me?”  If looks could kill Octavia Slughorn would not be alive to pass down her legacy to the next generation.

“Don’t look at me like that young man.  Until she requests a pertertity test and that says you are the father then and only then will you be able to see her or that baby.  Now march your butt back upstairs.”

The two proceeded to get into a horrible fight that broke any chance of them ever being close again, but in the end Octavia won and Porter stormed up the stairs muttering about how much he hated Octavia.  That day he stayed in his room thinking and wondering if Danger was right, was he going to be a good for nothing man like his father?

That night he got a text from Firefly and this is what it said:

Octavia?  Well you have not one but two daughters.  Ana and Robin and they are beautiful.  I would never keep you from them, but just know I have conceded….Octavia wins.  I love you and I miss you…..I shouldn’t have said that.  Bye.

The text broke Porter’s heart and he vowed he would find a way to see his girls.

That night Kyle and Octavia also got into a fight.  He knew how he felt about his own Pello and Parley and he loved the other boys as his own.  He was on Porter’s side and thought that Octavia was being unreasonable.

And as all good fights do it ended in passion.  The feel of Octavia’s flesh on his excited Kyle.  Since they had found out Porter got Firefly pregnant Octavia hadn’t allowed him to make love to her, but like so many times before as their passion grew Octavia pulled away and the two sunk into their frequent habit of going to bed angry at each other.

Time passed and Porter started skipping school, sneaking out of the house and becoming very distant with his family.

Why you may ask:

Because of Robin and

Ana.  He just could not stay away from them.  He could not allow his father, the man he was cloned after, to be right about his character.  After the first day he saw these two he was hooked and his girls had him wrapped around their little fingers. Despite having to be sneaky and having to lie about where he was going he was happy that he was in his girl’s lives.  The only thing that wasn’t working in his favor was Firefly kept him away.  When he was there she would go into another room or leave the house just to stay away from him.  She barely even spoke to him.

Then before everyone knew it Halloween was upon them and costume planning was in full effect.  Octavia had the great idea that she and Parley would have mother daughter bonding at the costume shop. They had a great time trying on different outfits.

A Bloody nurse?

A Dark Fairy?

A serial killer?

A warty witch?

What did they choose?  In the end they were:

A Sexy nurse and a

a fun-loving fairy.

The boys were:

Kyle as a sexy nurse to match his wife.

Pax was a handsome, brave knight.

Percy was a video game superhero.

Porter, who liked to show off his chiseled body, went as a caveman.

And our next heir Pello went as Frankenstein’s monster, but if you ask me he was way too cute to be scary.

Everyone had plans for the holiday the Slughorn’s loved so much.

Percy had worked up some courage earlier in the week and asked beautiful Margo Strickland out to the new arcade, **He is a Loner not a loser people**, and he was completed floored when she agreed.  He told her they were having a costume party and to meet him there in her best costume.

“What are you suppose to be?” Percy asked nervously as he approached her.

“Um….” she bit her bottom lip and looked down at her clothes.  “I am suppose to be a taunting librarian.  You really didn’t give me a lot of time to get a great costume.”  She pouted.

“Well I think you look taunting.”  He boldly took her hand and led her into the building.

They spent the day playing video games and talking.  Percy couldn’t believe how close she stood behind him when she watched him get high score and when she placed her hands on his shoulders as she got excited….he was thrilled he worked up his courage.

As the night wound down they went up to the balcony level to get a break from the crowd.  They sat together on the couch and as Margo snuggled close to him a huge smile spread on Percy’s face.  He was falling for her and he was falling fast.

The quirky girl took his hand, that wasn’t around her shoulders, and slid it just under her skit and allowed it to rest.  She turned to him,  “Touch me Percy.”

“Uh….what?”  Percy wasn’t used to socializing outside his family and he really didn’t know how to react.

“Touch me.”

She parted her lips and moved into him.  Percy Slughorn shared his first kiss with the beautiful Margo Strickland in a public place and he almost got to second base as his hand crept farther and farther up her leg, but  as their making out got heated it was discovered that Margo had some weird “make-out” sounds and the employee working at the arcade that night came up and asked them to leave.  He told them that it was inappropriate to conduct themselves in such a manner.  They walked home together that night, two blissful teenagers with grins on their faces.


Porter had been blessed somewhere in his life and roughly a month before Halloween Octavia and he had a really great talk where he pointed out that Danger was a lousy father and keeping him from his girls was aiding him to be just like Danger.  Finally Octavia saw the big picture and consented him in seeing his daughters, but she still forbid him a relationship with Firefly.

“As long as you live in my house you will respect that.”

He was just so elated that he agreed and Halloween was his first holiday he got to spend with this girls.

“What the hell are you suppose to be?”  Porter demanded as Firefly opened the door.

She was scantily dressed and he thought she looked sexy, but didn’t want anyone else to see her.  His heart was still hers and he didn’t want to take the chance of anyone else stealing her away from him.

“Don’t start with me Porter.  The girls are waiting for you.”  Her tone was icy.

Before Mrs. Tuesday left for the night she insisted on getting a family photo.  Both Firefly and Porter felt their forbidden passion for one another as they sat there with their beautiful girls.

Porter spent the day and well into the evening playing with his girls.  Robin was very ticklish.
While Ana loved to be tossed in the air.

It was time for bed and Firefly and Porter each picked up one of their sleepy babies and carried them up to the stairs.

After PJ’s on, and a fun kid friendly Halloween story was read Porter and Firefly tip towed out of the room.

As Firefly turned around, pulling the door behind her, Porter couldn’t resist anymore and slams her against the door attacking her exposed neck with this mouth.

“Oh God this is so wrong.”  Firefly moans pulling him closer.  “But not here the girls will hear us.”  Taking his hand she leads him down the stairs and to the couch.

She straddled him and ran her figures though his beautiful blue hair.

“Why is it that we always want what is wrong for us.”  She asks bring her lips to his.

Labored breathing filled the Tuesday household as the two pawed at one another.
When Porter couldn’t take it anymore he pushed her back with intentions of taking this make-out session farther.  As he slid up her dress and grabbed her undergarment Firefly’s hand came crashing down on his.

“No,”  She pushed him up.  “I can’t do this. I can’t keep doing this.  You are wrong for me Porter.”

Looking into her eyes he saw that she was serious, but also saw great sadness.  Getting off the couch in a huff he headed for the door.

Seeing the anger in his eyes Firefly’s heart takes over and she rushes to him grabbing him from behind.

“Don’t leave angry.  Please don’t leave angry.  I do love you, we just aren’t meant to be.”

“Firefly Tuesday I will be eighteen soon and then things will be very different.  Just you wait and see.  I will be over next week to see the girls.”  With that he pushes her back and walks out the door.

After leaving Firefly’s house Porter did something highly illegal and was lucky that he wasn’t caught.  Rage burned in him as hot as the sun he took it out on the one person he blamed for his bad luck.

While his dad, Danger, was out for the night and his wife Missy was away on business Porter Zone toilet papered Danger’s house and left a flaming poop bag on his porch.


Pax had a party to attend.  He was a very popular kid and the teens of town decided to have a Halloween party at the local park. Everyone who was everyone was at the party and Pax enjoyed mingling it up.

To his surprise and excitement the new girl Jade Each was in attendance.  Yes had a girlfriend but he was a teenage boy and he found this new girl very attractive.

“Come dance with me!”  Jade ordered as she pulled Pax closer to the stereo.  The two grooved to a very famous Halloween song, laughing the whole time.

Being new to the school Jade felt uncomfortable and out-of-place, but Pax had been nice to her from the get go and she found herself crushing on her cute shining knight.  Sure she knew that he was dating Bluebell Red, but they were in high school how serious could it really be?

“I need to take a break and get something to drink.”  Pax leaned in and told his dance partner.  Jade nodded her head and Pax took off to the juice bar.

Not knowing that someone spiked the juice Pax grabbed a glass and downed it in one gulp.  “Damn that was good.”  Still thirsty he drank another one just as quickly.

Bluebell, who always had to have everything go just right, flitted around the party making sure everyone, but her man, was having a good time.  She watched Pax stagger to the monkey bars and easy himself down to the ground, but never thought much of it.

“Whatcha doing?”  Jade joined Pax on the ground.

“Just feeling pretty light-headed.  I need to sit.”  Pax grabbed his head.

“um, Pax, how many glasses of juice did you drink?

“Two why?”

“Honey someone spiked it.”  Jade laughed and in the same instant she found this to be the perfect opportunity to make her move.

She pushed him to the ground and rolled on top of him.

“What are you doing”  Pax questioned.

“Giving in to temptation.”  She giggled as she leaned in, but before their lips met she was pulled away from him by her hair.

“Keep your grubby hands off my man.”  Bluebell had finally given some attention to Pax and when she saw what was going on her evil side took control and she sprinted to the scene.  Keeping a tight hold on the girls blue hair she pulled her farther and farther from Pax.

Soon a crowd of kids surrounded them and the two girls got into a full-blown fight.  A bloody lip and a black eye later the two girls stood in front of each other panting like dogs giving each other the stink eye.

“He is mine so stay away.”  Bluebell wiped the blood from her lip with the back of her hand.

“He can do what he wants and if he wants me then you can’t stop him.”  Jade poked at her swollen eye.

Pax watched the two girls in disbelief not understating how their good time turned into this.  His head still pounding he walked home leaving both girls behind.


“Come on, come on let me take your picture.”  Octavia instructs Parley and Pello to get together.  They were getting ready to head out trick or treating but first Octavia wanted pictures.

The two animated children did many silly poses for their mother and had a great time posing in their costumes.  “You two are silly.”  Octavia said as she browsed the pictures on her digital camera.  “Now before you go who is going to recite the rules for me?”

Both kids sighed but Parley accommodated.  “Stick together.  Don’t eat any of the candy before you and dad can look at it and we must be back by 8pm.”

“Now you two have fun and please be careful.”

“We will mom.”  The two yelled as they ran out of the house.

“So are you still game?”  Pello asked when they were down the street from the house.

“Sure but wont mom and dad be suspicious if we don’t come home with candy?”

“We will still stop at houses along the way, but I just gotta see who lives in that creepy house across town.”

Making their way across town they would walk up to houses, ring the bell and yell trick or treat and their friends and neighbors would drop things into their plastic bags such as candy bars, hard candy and one house even gave toothbrushes.

Finally they found themselves standing in front of the run down shack that the kids in school kept saying was haunted.  The two stood looking at it for sometime and finally Pello took Parley’s hand and led her to the door.

Then bravely he knocked on the door and they took a step back waiting for someone to answer.

As the sun began to set a very crabby man answered the door.  “What do you stinking kids what?”  He bellowed loudly.

The man’s tone and anger surprised and even frightend the children.  Standing before them was a honest to God Berry Sims.  They had only heard about them, but had never met one.  Sure they had regurlar blue, red, and green sims, but not Berries.

“Get off my property before I call the cops.”  The man conintued yelling.

Pello and Parley had always read that Berry sims were suppose to be nice but this man was anything but nice.  They were frozen in place and coulnd’t run if they wanted to.

A boy, around Parley’s age, ran out of the house.  “Stop.  I am so sorry about my dad.”  He was so excited to see the kids that he even pumped his arm in the air in victory.  “He doesn’t like children much.  We are the Sour’s.  I’m Midori and my dad’s name is Cranberry.”

“Midori…” Cranberry began.

“Dad can you please go inside.  It will be okay.  I need to get to know some of the kids around here.”

With a grumbling huff Cranberry headed back inside.

“Again I am sorry.”  Midori offered.

Calming down Pello took the lead.  “No problem.  He just took us by surprise is all.  So you two are real life Berry Sims, huh?”

“Yeah we just moved here.”  Midori didn’t like talking about the fact he was a Berry Sim and tried to divert the converstaion.

Pello got it and didn’t push farther.  “We are Pello and Parley Slughorn,” Pello pointed to his sister, “So why haven’t we seen you in school?”

“My dad hasn’t enrolled me yet.  He isn’t use to the parenting thing yet.  I was raised by my mom until six months ago when she passed.  There was no one else to take me and even though he hates children he did the right thing I guess.

“Man that stinks.”  Pello offers.

“It is what it is.”  Midori looked over at Parley who hasn’t said a word the whole time.  She was still pretty shaken up by Cranberry’s outburst.  “Can you talk pretty girl.”  He pushed up his mask thinking that was what was scaring her from talking to him.

Parley had a temper and she stuck her jaw out.  She didn’t like the way he said pretty girl to her.  “Of course I can talk.  I just have standards on who I talk to.”  She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Wow I like your spirt pretty girl.  You and I will be great friends.”  He winked at her.

“I wouldn’t be friends with you if you were the last boy on earth.  Come on Pello we have to be going if we are going to make it home by cerfew.”  The two began to walk toward the road.

“Wait, Pretty Girl, wait!”  Midori yelled.

Parley froze in anger.  “Quit calling me that.”  She spit.

Then without warning Midori Sour place a sweet kiss on Parely Slughorn’s green cheek shocking Parley beyond the pretty girl words.

She grabbed Pello’s arm and dragged him away fromthe Sour house.

As the Slughorn kids walked away Midori Sour said,  “Parley Slughorn you and I are meant to be.”

“I think someone has a crush.”  Pello taunted as when they were out of ear shot.

“Shut up.”  With that they walked the rest of the way home in silence.


A few days before Halloween Octavia had discoved that their local night club was having a costume contest and since all the kids would be out Octaiva and Kyle decided they would take the night, go out, have fun and work on their dwindling romance.

They got Pello and Parely on their way and changed into their own costumes and headed to the club.

When they got there they had a great time.  The turn out wasn’t great and they ended up winning the costurme contest by default really, but they had a great, that was until HE showed up.

After some dancing the couple sat down to get a bite to eat and who should show up but Danger.

“Hi you two.  Didn’t expect to see the boredom’s here.”  Danger snickered.

Octavia grabed Kyle’s hand for calmness, but found none there.  “Go away Danger.”  Was all she could muster to say.

But go away he didn’t.

He followed them around the rest of the night.  To the bubble machine…..

To the dance floor where Octavia couldn’t take her eyes off him.  Watching his rippling muscles, dressed in very tight black leather, retract as he moved made her face flush red with desire.  Kyle could see every look and every vibe between the two of them and he was not liking it one bit.

“Babe, I think we should head home.”  He took her hand.

“Okay but first I have to go to the little girls room.”

As she exits the bathroom Danger is waiting for her.  “Your husband thinks I left.”  He grinned.

“Where’s Misty?”  Octaiva inquired.

“Out of town, but who cares.”  He cornered against the wall.

“Danger please.  Let me pass.”  But when he placed his lips to hers she can’t help herself and snakes her arms around his neck and melted into him.  There kissing was hot and passionate and it was making Octavia’s whole body tingle.

Then without warning Danger pulled away and leaned his forehead to hers.  “Go home with your husband tonight Octavia just remember you are mine and you have always been mine.  Soon I will have you again.”

His words set Octavia off.  She wasn’t his play thing.  “You listen to me Danger Zone…”

“No you listen to me.  You are mine.  Now go home.”  Danger pushed himself off the wall and walked away leaving Octavia feeling an array of emotions from lust, to  guilt to anger.

Octavia and Kyle’s ride home was quite.  Octavia was trying to figure out what happened and Kyle was just stewing about Danger ruining their good time.  When hey arrived home they checked on the children and headed to their room.

Octavia went into their bathroom and washed off her make-up and slipped out of her costume.  Her body was still on fire and the thought of Danger’s intoxicating scent was on her mind.  She decided the best way to make these feelings go away was to make love to her husband.  The man she loved, the man she had chosen to spend her life with.

She came up behind him and incited him by whispering lowly into his ear.  “Make love to me.”  She could barley get the words out she was filled with so much desire.

“Gladly.”  He said as he spun her around and led her to the bed.  He was glad that she hadn’t forgotten that tonight was about trying to find one another again.

“Don’t be gentle with me.”  Staring into his face, but who she was seeing wasn’t Kyle, but Danger.

“Your wish is my command.”  He flipped her over and took control.

It didn’t take them long to be void of all clothing and finding pleasure with each other.  Kyle couldn’t help but think about how different it was.  How crazy, wild, passionate and even a little kinky it was.  Perhaps the long time span since the last time made it this good, maybe it was the dark holiday that drove her wild, but whatever it was it was hot.

As he hit her sweet spot he had to watch her expression.  Seeing her tuck her lip under her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut drove him to his own euphoria.  Their room filled with loud sounds of pleasure and just before Kyle laid his head on her shoulder motionless trying to hold back his tears of disappointment, Octavia made her drive for being so free with her sexuality know by digging her nails in Kyle’s back and screaming Danger’s name.

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Gen. 1: Meet Your Maker Octavia Slughorn

The Adventures of the Slughorn Family

Octavia: Generation 1 “Intermission”

Meet Your Make Octavia Slughorn


The sun is bright almost too bright for this time of the morning.  Octavia shielded her eyes with her hand so she is able to see the park in front of her better.  She isn’t sure where she is nor how she got there, but the site in front of her is peaceful and calming.

She took an apprehensive step into the wooded area and couldn’t help but think how much Kyle and Pello would have loved a place like this.  The flowers were in full bloom and the trees were regale as they stood above everything protecting their little oasis.

She looked down and realized that she was dressed in an elegant dress in white and gold hues.  She didn’t understand where she was and if it was a dream why would she be dressed like this in a park without her family? 

She continued to move into the park but stopped when she came across a young lady sitting on a park bench.  The woman wasn’t overly pretty but her features were kind and welcoming.  Octavia thought it strange that she too wore a garment in the same colors as her dress, but convinced herself it was a dream. 

She was about to ask the woman where they were but was surprised when the woman greeted her by her name.

 “How do you know my name?”  Octavia questioned as she removed her hand from her lips.

The woman on the bench laughed, stood up and brushed her dress off.  “I know who you are because I created you Octavia.” 

The statement took Octavia back and she didn’t know what to say.  She just looked at the woman giving her a “you’re crazy” with her eyes.

“I know this is a shock to you Octavia but it is true.  My name is Jennifer and I created you, Kyle, Danger, Misty and several others in your town.” 

“Lady, you’re crazy.”  Octavia backs up and Jennifer grabbed her arm.

“You live in Riverview.  Your husband is Kyle and you and he share one pretty little girl Parley.  Your ex-lover, if you want to call him that, is the handsome Danger Zone and the two of your share two boys; Pax and Percy.  Also in your house hold you have two clones Pello and Porter and you have selected the cute loveable little Pello as your heir.  Am I right?” 

Octavia swallowed loudly and sunk into the nearby bench.  “How did you know that?  Most of it you could have found out from the paparazzi, but Kyle and I haven’t shared with anyone who we have chosen as heir.” 

“I told you Octavia I created you.  Even though you have free will I have made about 85% of what has happened to you happen.  I am even tempted to have you and Danger have an affair….I miss that stud muffin.”  Jennifer pushes her glasses up.

“Oh good Lord if you are telling the truth please don’t.”  Octavia groaned.

“Don’t deny that he makes your womanhood jump to life.” 

“I love Kyle.”  Octavia stood firm.

“I know you do, but Danger is… well that isn’t what I brought you here to talk about.” 

“Where is here? “  Octavia asked in a hushed tone. 

“This is a new world called Hidden Springs.  One of your decedents will eventually move her.” 

The way the woman talked made Octavia very nervous.  She was still having trouble believing that she was created and that she was meeting her maker.  She gulped and faced the woman.  “So..Um…ah.. why did you bring me here?”  Jennifer guided Octavia to the bridge where they took a seat.  Seeing Octavia so nervous made Jennifer giggle as she remembered that Octavia was a coward at heart. 

As the water moved beneath them Jennifer took Octavia’s hand.  “I brought you here to meet you, for us to talk, for us to get to know one another.” 

“From the sounds of it you know me pretty well.”  Octavia tried to clear the frog from her throat and removed her hand from Jennifer’s.

“Well I guess that is true.  I guess I want you to know me.” 

“What for?”  Octavia began to grow angry.

“Just in case you have any questions and to also tell you that I will be visiting every generation of the Slughorn’s.  So it is up to you if you want to pass the knowledge of me down or not.   I already have a fun adventure planned for Pello and I.” 

Octavia tried her best to hide how nervous she was, but Jennifer could see right through her and so she decided that a little Q&A would make sense.  “Speaking of Pello, why did I choose him as heir?  I really felt and still do, that Porter could have had a chance to redeem himself as heir.” 

“Funny you should ask that Octavia.  You have readers out there and….”


“I write your story for people to read,” Jennifer smiled at Octavia’s shocked expression.  “And I head a poll to see who the readers wanted as you’re heir and Pello was chosen.  I too was hoping for Porter, but then I realized that with either of them your genetics won’t be passed down and for that I am sorry, but it will be okay because going forward if the Slughorn’s have a clone in their home they will not be part of the choice for heir.”

“You mean to tell me that not only have you put me and my family through the ringer you have also let others decided my fate?”  Octavia’s voice oozed with anger. 

In a blink of an eye the two of them were sitting by a tree surrounded by bubbles. 

“What?!? How?!?”  Octavia stammered.

“I thought the bubbles might help calm you.  I love bubbles.”  Jennifer’s smooth voice informed.

Octavia placed her chin in her fist trying to take in everything as Jennifer stretched out on the soft grass.  “I want you to know Octavia that your family is going to go through a lot, some wonderful times and some not so wonderful times.  Some of you will live to a ripe old age and others go before their time.  There will be affairs, betrayal, murder and love children, but there will also be fun times, true love, children, and times that don’t want to be forgotten.  Among all this I will be here.  I will be here for you, for Pello and all the other Slughorn’s that come after him.  All you need to do if you need me is shout.” 

Octavia didn’t reply she just sat there.  

The two sat there for a long time not saying a word.  As the sun sank and the trees shook their leaves in a protective manor upon them Jennifer stood up.  “I have told you what I wanted to tell you now I must go.  You can take your time going back to your life, but don’t take too much time.  Pello and Parley’s Halloween costumes need to be done and the kids need help with their bake sale at school.”  With that Jennifer faded slowly away.

And the Winner IS……….

The Adventures of the Slughorn Family

Octavia: Generation 1

Announcement of Heir for Generation 2


One morning Octavia woke with clarity on who she wanted to ask to be heir of the Slughorn name.  She got the kids off to school and found Kyle having a rare moment in front of the television.  She leaned over him, kissed his forehead and told him that she wanted to talk.

Kyle got a look of concern on his face.  He sat up and patted the couch next to him.  “What’s up love?”

“Nothing to be concerned about,” She took the seat next to him, “I just know how I want to ask to be heir.”  Her smile was big and beautiful.

“Really?  Who?”  He was intrigued and wanted to know who they would start preparing to take over for his lovely wife.

“I want Pello to be heir of the Slughorn name.”  She takes Kyle’s hand and laces her fingers with his.

“Pello?”  He could not keep the puzzlement from his tone.

“Yes Pello.  You know that cute little boy that runs around here playing with Parley and oh he looks just like you.”  She giggled.

Kyle gave her a sarcastic look.  “I know who he is, but are you sure?  Babe, he isn’t blood related which means none of your genetics will get passed down.”

“I have thought of that, but I still think Pello is who I want.  This is why.  Pax my dear sweet boy Pax, he would be a great choice as heir, but I feel he already has his own agenda with the Red gal.  She is super sweet and I want them to figure out what their future holds and he doesn’t need the weight of being my heir mixed with that.  Then we have Percy, my loner of a boy.  He too would make a great heir, but his loner trait would close him off from living the life and heir should live.  Next comes Porter, yes he is Danger’s clone, but I love him just as if he is my own child.  Many would argue that he would make the best heir because he already has children on the way, and believe me I was very close to choosing him, but he is about to be a teenage father and he needs to figure all that out and not have this extra commitment.  That leaves our little Pello.”

“Don’t choose him because you think he is the last choice.”

“I think you know me better than that Kyle.”  She crossed her arms over her chest, “I am choosing him because he is the best choice.  He is a sweet, loveable, friendly outdoorsy kid.  He enjoying meeting people, learning new things, help around the house and with his sister and he is just enjoyable to be around.  I, just as I do Porter, love him as if I was his mother and he would make me proud being the heir.  It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t share my genetics.  I have helped raise him and there is still a lot of raising to do.  I have passed down to him my morals, values and the importance of truth and respect to others.  Yes he will make a great heir for me.  Also I have heard rumors that there are big changes coming to our world and I think he would be best equipped to deal with them.”

“Only if you are sure.”

“I am very sure and I will ask him if he would be heir after he becomes a teenager.”  Octavia stood and headed for the kitchen confident in her decision.

**NOTE from author ~ I am pretty surprised at the outcome of the poll, but am now pretty excited to figure out generation 2 will Pello as heir.  He was chose as heir with 43% of the vote, followed by Porter with 30%,  Pax with 17% and Percy in the rear with 10%**

Gen. 1: Octavia Chapter Seven

The Adventures of the Slughorn Family

Octavia: Generation 1 Chapter 7


“Porter you need to go back to your room and get ready for school.”  Octavia said between clenched teeth.

“But mom….”

“No but mom’s me.  I need time to process this and at this time it would be counterproductive to just shout at you and that is what is going to happen if you don’t leave this room right now.”

Porter scratched the back of his head and sighed heavily.  “I really am sorry.”  He turned on his heal and fled the room.

Even though she had anger inside her that threatened to jump out and consume Porter she couldn’t help but smile inwardly that he was calling her mom.

She turned to the bed and shook Kyle’s leg.  She knew that he was awake, he was a very light sleeper, and she needed him right now.  He sat up and she crawled into his arms.

“What am I going to do?”

He kissed her shoulder.  “Remember you are not in this alone.”

She leaned closer to him and rested her head against his masculine shoulder.  “I know, but we both know he barley listens to me and he doesn’t think of you his father at all.”

“That is a dilemma.”  He wraps his arms around her tighter and they sat in silence for a time.

She finally broke the silence with, “I think I will have to invite Danger over and he and need to sit down and talk.”

“I don’t think that is the best idea.”  Was all the Kyle said.

“I know but I don’t think I have any chose.  I will call him next week I won’t let this news and having to deal with Danger ruin out baby girl’s birthday party on Saturday.  Now let’s get dressed and go down and feed the kids.”

That day after school Porter couldn’t bring himself to go home right after school.  He texted Firefly and had her meet him at the park.

“Are you in a lot of trouble?”  She asked as they squatted down by the jungle gym.

“I don’t really know.  Octavia just sent me away from the room after I told her.  What about you?”

“Love, I’m an adult now and my mom hasn’t cared much since my dad died and she really doesn’t care now that I am an adult.  I am just lucky she is letting me stay at the house.”

He rested his hand on her upper thigh and looked her in her eyes.  “I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?  I knew better but I just couldn’t fight the feelings I have for you.”  She placed her hand on top of his.

The two sat there at the park in silence and as the sun started to set Porter’s phone began to buzz.  It was Octavia asking him where he was.


The rest of the week was a stressful one.  The house hold was quite and everyone was afraid to say the wrong thing.  The boys would go to friend’s houses after school and stay for dinner and homework coming home just in time for bed.  Octavia missed her boys but she knew this was the best for now.

Porter got himself a part time job as mausoleum clerk at the local cemetery.  He wanted to show Octavia that he could be responsible and that he could be trusted.

Then Saturday came and the mood of the house shifted.  With and impending party, especially one from toddler to child, how can anyone stay in a foul mood.

The guests were invited, the pizza ordered and the guest of honor was ready to age up.

Octavia took her to the cake and before she was even instructed to Parley leaned over and blew a mouth full of spit at the candles.  The guests laughed when the candles didn’t go out.  Octavia helped her get the candles out.

She grew into a beautiful little girl with her dad’s looks and her mom’s light blue eyes.  She was very respectful and she loved her brothers dearly.

The following day, Sunday, a picnic had been planned, but only ones that went were Kyle, Octavia, Pello and Parley.  Pax didn’t go because he doesn’t like to be outdoors and he wanted to spend the day chatting/texting Bluebell.  Percy didn’t go because he was too worried about the big crowds and Porter had to work at this new job.

The day couldn’t have been more beautiful.  The birds were at their best singing their beautiful songs and the flowers were in full bloom and it made the park look just stunning.

Pello hopped onto his dad’s back and they entered the park ready for a day of eating and playing and enjoying family time.

“So what do you kids want to do first?”  Kyle asked as he put Pello down.

“I want to play on the swings.”  Parley yelled.

“I want to teeter-totter.”  Pello shouted.

Octavia and Kyle chuckled.  “I’ll play on the teeter-totter with Pello you go and push Parley.”  Octavia instructed.  She leaned over and kissed Kyle on his cheek as Pello grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the playground toy.

 “Weeeee….”  Parley cried as her parents swag her.  “This is fun.”

After a couple of hours later of playing Octavia set up a blanket and set up the picnic basket.   “Kyle, kids, it’s time for lunch.”  She called happily and sat down.

“Mom this lunch is great.”  Parley spit with food in her mouth.

“Thank you but don’t talk with your mouth full young lady.”  Octavia gave her daughter a wink and got up and collected the trash that was already accruing and threw it away.

After lunch they all laid down on the grass to let their fully bellies settle.

“Look at that cloud mommy.”  Parley pointed at the sky.

“Yeah it looks like a bear.”  Pello cooed back.

“You two have such an imagination.”  Kyle said.

“And that one is a ballerina.”  Parley ignored her dad and continued with her observation of the sky.

“Oh and that one looks like an evil king.”  Pello continued.

“I have an idea.”  Octavia sat up.  “This week, after your homework is done of course, you two should put your ideas down on paper and next weekend you can perform the story for your dad and me.  What do you think of that? “

Both kids sat up in excitement.  “That would be awesome.”  Pello smiled.

“Great idea mom.”  Parley rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

“Now let’s go and feed the birds.”  Kyle suggested.

“Darn we are out of bread.”  Parley whined.

“It’s okay baby girl we can come back another day with more bread.”  Octavia hugged Parley close.

“Mom this was the best day every.”  Pello leaned in and gave her a half hug.

“Yes son is has been.  I just wish your brothers would have been here.”

Kyle rubbed Octavia’s back and gave her a knowing look.  He knew she was still struggling with Porter’s situation.

“Now before we head home I want you two to move over there so I can take a picture.”  Octavia took her camera out of the basket.

“Cheese.”  They both said in unison.

“Aren’t you two a picture for proud parents?”  Kyle shook his head and grabbed the blanket and stuffed it back into the picnic basket.

As they headed toward the exit of the park they ran into someone Octavia wasn’t ready to see yet.  Even though she wasn’t very far along in the pregnancy she was already showing.  Her cute little baby bump stuck out like a sore thumb and the sight of it brought on Octavia’s fury once again.

She wasn’t proud of her actions, but she couldn’t help them either.  The urge for a mother to protect her child hit her like a ton of bricks and she got into the young woman’s face.  “You stay away from my boy you little harlot.”

Firefly was shocked, but she tried to understand where the woman was coming from.  “The damage has already been done Mrs. Slughorn.”  She tried to explain.

“You lured my boy into taboo acts and now his whole life is ruined.”

Firefly’s blood began to boil.  Yes she should have known better and she should have stopped anything before it happened, but she loved Porter and it wasn’t like she forced him into anything.  “It takes two to tango and he wanted it just as much if not more than I did.”

“Don’t you dare say things like that to me!  He is a boy and under age and that means he was misguided by you.”

“How dare you!”  Firefly’s temper was at high level.

Kyle set the kids to the car and took Octavia by the arms.  “Honey let’s go.  This isn’t helping anything.”


Kyle raised his voice just slightly, “But nothing.  Let’s leave the girl alone.”

Finally Octavia relented and they headed home.


True to her word a few days later Octavia invited Danger over to have a talk about Porter.  The kids were at school and Kyle had opted to leave for the day.  He was not a fan of Danger and truth be told even if he wanted to be on hand to protect Octavia for the kind of man he was Octavia wouldn’t have him home when Danger came over.  She said it was a conflict of interest and the meeting would be counterproductive.

He arrived at precisely the time she instructed and rang the bell.  She pulled the door open to find him standing on the front porch looking bored.  She stepped outside and cleared her throat.

Danger looked up from the lint on his pants and what he saw before him confused him.  He stretched his arms out and leaned back, “Damn looking good Slughorn.” and gave her a wide grin.

Nervously Octavia reached up and scratched the back of her neck.  The sight of him awakened all that is feminine in her.  The mere sight of him caused parts of her that she thought were dormant to awaken at full force and tingle with a great urge.  Sure she had seen him around the past few years but mostly at the boy’s birthday parties were there were a lot of people and of course her loving husband Kyle.  She loved Kyle and her life with him was beautiful but Danger’s physical being would always have this effect on her.  He was her first and the father of her two oldest children that would never go away.

“Um…thanks.  Come in.”  She tried to keep her voice steady as to not reveal the yearn she was feeling.

They went to the kitchen were Octavia poured them each a cup of coffee and they headed into the living room and sat down on the couch.  She proceeded to tell him about the whole sorted affair between Porter and Firefly from him chasing her around when he was a child to getting her pregnant as a teenager.  When she was done with her story a grin grew over Danger’s face.

“What are you smiling about?”  Octavia asked.

“Well I am just wondering what you want me to do about it.”

“Danger you are his father.  We needed to figure out what to do about this and guide the boy in the right direction.”  She was exasperated by his lack of concern.

“Let’s not talk about him right now.”  Danger turned sideways and scooted closer to her.  “So how is married life?  Are you happy?”

“What?”  Octavia gave him a glare and turned back to grab her coffee cup from the coffee table.

At the same moment Danger leaned in for a kiss and caught her cheek.

Octavia jumped from the couch, “What the hell?”

Danger was just as quick and was up off the couch grabbing her arm.

“Lord have I missed you.  You look so sexy.”  He pulled her into him and brought his lips to hers.

Her whole body felt on fire and she melted into the man that was oh so wrong for her.  She parted her lips to allow his tongue access and when he took the access a low moan of passion escaped her throat.  His touch was sending sensations through her body the felt like she was getting hit by lighting.  When his lips moved down the length of her chin to the nape of her neck she was ready to give herself to him, but when she turned her head to better the feeling she saw their family picture on the mantel of the fireplace.

All the love she had for Kyle and their family flooded her and pushed away all the other things she was feeling away and she pushed Danger away from her.  “This is wrong.  You are wrong.”  Her face was flushed and she was angry.

Danger just laughed “Octavia Slughorn I will have you again.  Mark my words you beautiful thing.”  He lifted one of his fingers and placed in on her smooth cheek and she pulled away from him in disgust.  He laughed again and slid his hands into his pocket.

They hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and just then kids began to file into the house.

“Mom, Mom.”  Parley yelled running into the living room but stopped dead in her track when she saw a strange man.

“Hi there pretty thing.” Danger placed his hand on Parley’s fire red hair.

“Get your hand off my daughter.”  Octavia said between clenched teeth.  She was trying to hold back tears of guilt.

“Dad?”  Pax and Porter came around the corner.

“Hi boys.  Where’s Percy?”

Octavia was glad that at least he knew who was who and that Percy wasn’t there.  That was something.

“He has after school activities.”  Pax explained as he embraced his dad in a brief hug.  “What are you doing here?”

Danger was a bastard at times but he wasn’t going to sell out Octavia especially with the plans he had now that they had shared such an incredible moment.  “Your mom called me over.  I guess Porter and I have some serious talking to do.”

Octavia couldn’t believe her ears.  She was downright confused by his 180 turn.

Danger walked to Porter and clapped him on the back, “How about you and I head to the Juice Bar and talk?”

Porter looked at Octavia who shook her head, she wanted Danger out of her house and she knew that some time with Danger, who Porter adored, may do some good.”

“So please dad tell me what I should do?” Porter begged.

“Well I say good for you son.  You had some fun with a beautiful older woman.  Now you are done.  There is nothing to worry about now.  Move on.”  Danger took a swig of his tonic and Juice.

“What?  Dad I love her, but I don’t know how I can be with her and our child.  Mom won’t let me see her and I am not old enough to move out and take them in.”  Porter was confused by his dad’s cavalier attitude toward this.  He had always through that Octavia was in the wrong in what happened between the two of them and the lack of time he gets to spend with Danger.

“Since when do you call her mom?”

“Dad that is not the point I need some advice on how to handle this.”

“I told you Son just move on.  Find a new girl, have fun and be young.”

“You know dad I am beginning to think that I have been really wrong about you and mom.”  Porter hung his head in defeat.

“Just remember who you are Porter.  You are me and you will have the same thoughts and feelings and impulses as me.  That is just the way it is.  You can’t avoid it so just embrace it.”

Porter sighs heavily and heads for the door with determination in his heart he vows to show everyone  that he is his own person and his own man.