The Viridian-O'Donnell Residence
True solace was found in a home on a beach in the muggle world. The weather was still frosty this time of year so it wasn’t much to enjoy outside, but the view was nice and she had plenty of warmth indoors. The place was set with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a good size kitchen and dining room, an office and a full size living room with a wonderful view. Picture frames of her, her husband and her step-father, Fierro, as well as friends like ‘Lana and Jonathan littered the walls and were scattered in the living room. This home was once inhabited by her, her father and her ex-husband, but now she stayed here alone. She was sure this place was monitored, as she still had the tracking device in her from Azkaban, but she didn't care. No more patrols had come around except Markus every now and again but she hadn't been pestered as much as she had been when she was first released.
Kara pulled a warm cup of tea to her lips and took a drink. She was calmed by the sound of the crackling of the fire set in the pit of her fireplace, giving off its warmth even from across the room. Her side wall was glass, allowing for a gorgeous view of the sun on the horizon. Kara didn’t expect any visitors today, nor did she plan to leave the house, but she was still dressed as if she was going into town. She had thought that maybe she would head down to check on the Abby today, but if she did, she would wait until the evening to head in. Henrietta was watching over the bar today, so she was sure everything would be okay. She also figured she wanted to try on the new pair of jeans and top she bought at the boutique down the street from work, so why not break it in?
The television she had in the living room set on the opposite wall from the window was on, the low buzz of the voices of newscasters just on for noise, to bring some sort of presence in her home. She took deep breath and kept her eyes towards the window. The days were still shorter since the solstice, and the sun would be setting soon. Kara liked watching the sunset, even if she was alone, it was very calming.
Kara looked down at the book sitting on her lap. It was a novel her husband had purchased for her at the bookstore that was next to that boutique, and she had eyed it every time they went in together. Liam bought it for her. Liam. Thinking his name only made her feel guilty. She was still wearing his ring, after all. They were still married, but she was trying to move on. Was he still alive? If he was, was he still thinking of her?
She set the book on the coffee table beside her, curled her knees up, and rest her arms and head atop them.
The moment's she spent with Casey were unforgettable, but the confusion was settling in. She'd been acting impulsively, going with the motions lately, and that was putting her in the arms of Casey Winslow, another married man. She sighed. What the hell, conscience...why now?