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─── BRADLEY'S PARENTS WERE the most in love couple Alaska had ever met. Teri and Jason Winchester had started dating at the ripened age of thirteen, sharing their blissful first kiss together underneath a willow tree near the Black Lake, where they engraved their names into the bark of the tree, a love heart separating their initials. At the age of fifteen, they became each other's 'first time', and a few weeks after, after Teri gaining suspicious after feeling nauseous for five consecutive mornings, and being unable to look at food without losing her appetite, the two of them visited Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing, and the two of them discovering Teri was pregnant. Dumbledore allowed Teri to stay and fulfil her education, even whilst she was still pregnant. Those close to them were exceedingly supportive, and Dumbledore sought out the correct punishment and discipline to anyone who criticised the couple, taking the pregnant teen underneath his wing.
Nine months later, coincidentally on Teri's sixteenth birthday, she was rushed sent via Flu Powder in Dumbledore's office to St. Mungo's, where she gave birth to Bradley, who was a happy, healthy baby. The two of them decided on a name three days after, when Teri was finally admitted out of the hospital, and the pair were given some time away from school to spend time with their thankfully supportive families and smother their son with attention. They name him 'Bradley' after one of Jason's favourite Quidditch players ( which Teri would've been begrudging toward if she hadn't fell in love with the name and they way it somehow simultaneously fitted their son perfectly ). Whenever they met other parents and they found out the married couple of thirty-two were parents to a seventeen-year-old boy, they stared at them in a shocked disbelief. Teri fulfilled her dream of opening a bakery near the home by the sea, and Jason was a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies ( much to the immense pride of Bradley ). Even after twenty-one years of dating, and fourteen years of marriage, the pair of them were still so in love that every time Alaska visited, she couldn't believe Bradley's childhood was even real. The affection he had been smothered with was displayed through his lovely personality, his merriment toward everything and everyone, and they way he loved Frankie with every minuscule segment of his heart.
Their home mirrored their cosy, almost picture-perfect, life. It sat atop of a wooden hill, surrounded by many more precisely like it, overlooking the sea with a balcony. The Cornish sea air always tinged the house with a stunning, salty aroma, one that could never be diminished. And even with Alaska's flu-symptoms she had bequeathed during the cold, wintery days of being away from school, her nose blocked, she could still almost taste the seaside astringency. She and Nolan were top-tailing on the hammock hung up on the balcony, winging slightly, the ocean breeze coating the atmosphere pleasantly. The sun was kissing the horizon, a colourful explosion of ambers and pinks bleeding out across the skyline. Nolan was drinking a Firewhiskey, but Teri has insisted Alaska tried a margarita she had cocktailed herself, which tasted admittedly tangible and stunning. On a large deckchair also on the balcony was Frankie and Bradley, the two of them cuddled up to each other, underneath a knitted, woven blanket. Nolan had kidded they hadn't moved from that position all holiday, but the joke intended to be an immature comment was in fact pointedly true. Bradley and Frankie had savoured every second with each other, they had argued ( as they always did ) on a plentitude of occasions( but they adored each other's company nonetheless, and they simply watched the sunrises and the sunsets and kissed underneath both magnificent images.
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