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Free SpiritedBonnie stood at the front door counting a small pile of baggage that stood right before the doorway. A trunk, and two bags. Yes, that was about right. She then grabbed a list and started glancing over it. This list had everything on it that her oldest boy, Zephyr, would need for his first year at Hogwarts. Zephyr had been the one to pack the bags, so she'd have to go over this list with him. She turned, leaving the bags behind, and walked to her son's room quickly. They had about an hour before they had to leave, so she had to hurry him along. She had a feeling he was still getting dressed, since that seemed to take him so much time.
Bonnie knocked lightly on the door. "Zephyr?" She asked.
"Come in." Came a small voice from behind the door. She smiled and opened the door and her eyes widened as she saw him. His shirt was buttoned incorrectly so it was lopsided, and the sweater he had pulled over his shirt was an old sweater she was quite positive she had thrown away some time ago becau
Happy 12th BirthdayShe opened her brown eyes as sunlight drifted into her room through her curtains. She gasped and sat up quickly and smiled widely as she bounced up and down on her bed. "It's my birthday!" She whispered as she threw her blankets back and slipped out of her bed. She quickly ran to her mirror and tied her hair up in a messy fashion, not bothering to style them in the twin braids as she usually did, and then with that she ran out, pulling the door open and thundering down the hallway and into the dining room. She gasped as she saw the entire room filled with birthday decorations.
She walked around, touching some of the low hanging streamers and looking at the pretty blues and golds twisting around the room. Her eyes were gravitated to the stack of gifts in the center of the dining table, too. She giggled and leaned over and just stared at them. She loved having a birthday right after Christmas, because it was like Christmas continued on for her birthday. She giggled and then ran to her pa
Your Presence Revives My Soul"Hurry up, Curtis. Ceres, don't let go of my hand." A strict woman's voice said as she held firmly to her daughter's hand as they walked through the crowded train station, and her other hand was tugging Curtis' sleeve while he was pushing the cart with all his baggage resting on it. He was rolling his eyes, annoyed that his mother was being so pushy. They were perfectly on time, he wasn't going to miss his train. But honestly, he couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts, too.
They arrived at the pillar, which would lead them to the correct platform; the magical platform. Curtis pulled his arm free of his mother's vice-like grip and rushed through the platform and arrived in a swarm of parents and children. He smiled a bit at the sight and his eyes roved around as he tried to catch sight of the people he actually cared about. The first person he spotted was Ana, and she was with her family. He started to make a rush towards her, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he sighed when he
PrankedHave you ever felt like you were constantly being pranked? Like someone was just holding the punchline from you, but you knew it was coming. Well, that's pretty much how I feel about a couple guys I spent seven years in a dorm with at Hogwarts. Curtis Hodgkiss and Wesley Fletcher were pretty much relentless when it came to tricking me and playing dumb pranks on me that I constantly fell for. I remember one day in my 4th year they convinced me that this pretty girl I had a crush on was totally in love with me. Yeah, I learned very quickly that I shouldn't exactly believe everything they say. Nor should I trust them with my secrets. Needless to say, this mantra followed me outside of school, too.
I remember one strange day when I ran into Wesley and Curtis outside of school. It was odd, because we didn't really talk anymore. We'd all moved on with our lives, and that was that, but I ran into them and they seemed nice enough. They greeted me, we had a couple laughs as we talked about how
I don't feel much in the holiday spirit[JOURNAL] Curtis Hodgkiss
[WARDED TO WESLEY FLETCHER]
I know you're probably very busy with your family, since you've got such a big one, but I just wanted to send you a journal anyway. I really hope you have a good Christmas, Wes. I really miss you. I guess we'll see each other soon, though, since Hogwarts is going to reopen in January, so that's good. I feel like that's the only thing I'm looking forward to.
Well, anyway, Merry Christmas!
Happy ChristmasTroy waited impatiently at the window of his room in Loch Cinaed. He was spending the holidays with the MacRath's, since Simon was his best friend and he invited him too (and boyfriend, but that was still a secret.) and now he was just waiting for Simon to return from an outing with his twin brother, Circernn. Apparently their mother had requested some special herbs for her potion making and insisted her boys go right away, but told Troy to stay in since he didn't know the way as well, and some times finding the ingredients was a rather dangerous experience. Troy felt a little left out, and now it was getting dark out and he was wondering if something had happened.
Then he saw the light of a lantern coming up the pathway to the castle and he smiled widely, sitting up a bit more. He almost seemed like a puppy taking notice of his master's returning. He was honestly that excited.
He jumped off the window ledge he was sitting on and hurried out of the room and down the hallway until he fi
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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