Extended to February 1st.

Alice moved between the rows of items in her shop. She had woke late, and didn't even get the chance to put on her makeup this morning. It had been a late night the previous evening; but, she acquired the items that were prepaid for by her wealthy client. She never let anyone down, so the theft went through exactly as planned. With a large yawn the tall lady made sure everything was in order as she made her way to the door. It was a glorious morning, one she'd much rather spend in bed. However, there was a man coming in today to look at the lockbox she had 'found' several weeks ago. The price was high, and Alice was known to never let a customer down.

Her delicate hands unlocked the door, and cast a spell that would turn her personal alarm off. The sun was shining through on her delicate features as she touched the well polished glass on the elder front door. This shop had been around since long before her grandparents were children. It would be here long after her own grandchildren had kids. And, Alice intended to leave behind enough for them to decide whatever it was they wished to do with their lives. Such was her plans all along.

She paused in the morning light to examine her nails. They were usually well kept, and polished in stylish designs. This morning, however, she hadn't had time to worry about her appearance so her nails were dull and two of them were broken. The would need to be remedied before she went out tonight to meet her new fiance from the arranged marriage program. That was a thought for another time, she knew. Today her mind had to be on her work, and everything that comes with it.

She batted her long eye lashes and turned away from the offending brightness that she was no longer interested in seeing. If only she could've got another two or three hours of sleep in her down stuffed feather bed. Alas, it would be a long time before she would be able to slip within those covers that she so longed to submerge herself into. She moved her shapely body behind the counter and opened the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. Sadly, nothing really caught her eye. Yet, she would read to pass the time until the little bell over the door indicated that a customer was coming across the threshold. Until then, the bored woman would simply read the whole paper.

Notes: I hope I was supposed to post this here and not send it to an admin. I didn't notice any instructions.

Phoebe was felt like she was being used! what did Wanda have that she didn't? She knew being worked up about this was ridiculous, why would she care what Romeo thought. Sure he was gorgeous and she felt something from their night together. But what kind of asshole kicked a girl out after they slept together. sure it had been in the heat of the moment, but she was not trash to be discarded! Her anger rose and she thought about how she had slapped him and stormed out. That was what he deserved, she had enough on her plate with the restaurant, store, and keeping the hooligans from destroying the school.

Her husband would have never put her through something like this. He was her handsome prince charming and always would be. Romeo was just a distraction, there was no way she was going to wait for him to come crawling back to her after Wanda broke his heart. Besides he was a lowly halfbreed and she was pure. She deserved perfection, not some scumbag who would only cause her trouble. It didn't stop her heart from beating wildly at the sight of him. SNAP OUT OF IT PHEEBS! she only wished she could shake the feelings away. 

She had everything before the perfect guy, the perfect set of triplet daughters. But everything was ripped from her because she had tried to do the right thing. What was the point of doing everything right just for a blood werewolf to come and take it all from him? He hated the woman who robbed him of her happiness. Now she was left pining after a taken man who would never give her the light of day. It had been a few weeks since she had seen Romeo, and she had started to feel sick. It worried her immediately because with the triplets she had the same symptoms.

Her face paled and she quickly grabbed her outer robe and headed to the nearest apothecary, buying a potion that was said to tell you if you were pregnant. She made her way home quickly and plucked a hair from her head waiting for the results. As soon as the potion turned the bluish pink color, she knew she was in trouble. " Shit...I am Pregnant." That was the moment she knew she was screwed. 

Notes: This was fun to write JULIET BEAUMONT for the mention of your character lol