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Post by shideh on Jun 18, 2012 18:05:00 GMT
 
With her job at Quality Quidditch Supplies starting next week, Laura found herself with a lot more spare time than she knew what to do with. Her sneakers tapped against the pavement as she slowly took a walk across the fields of Devon. She loved the muggle world and the sights she found even more magnificent than anything that could be conjured in the magical world. Her arms her folded, a white cardigan covering her black tank top and hanging over her white 3/4 length pants. She was dressed plainly because she'd had no plans for the day. No Quidditch training, no constantly obsessing through the Daily Prophet pages trying to find a section where they were looking for writers. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold onto a dream that would probably never happen. With a sigh, she felt the harsh roar of the winds facing the opposite direction she was walking. It was a little cold but not unbearingly so.
It was around 7 o'clock and the darkness was setting over the clouds. She pulled out a blood juicebox and started drinking through a straw. She had never fed off a human. She had never wanted to. Hurting and/or killing people had never been high on her priorities. Besides that, she would have to use some kind of violence or force to keep her prey around. Once they saw her over-sized canine teeth and pale skin there would be no guessing what she was or what she was capable of. But she didn't want to be a danger to people. She just wanted to be a journalist. And a normal girl. She didn't act or expect to be what she was. The last person in her family with a dominant vampire gene was her great grandfather. It had just been dumb luck that that gene passed onto her as dominant, rather than a recessive or carrier gene.
She clutched her white cardigan tightly over her chest as she walked through miles of grass. In the distance she could see water. She was pleased that there was enough field for her to walk, talk and think at her leisure. She wasn't expecting anyone from the wizarding world to show up, she didn't know many that took meaningful walks across the countryside. Although anyone that did had a friend in her, because she loved it. For some reason, she was suddenly hit with the sad pang of missing her brother Daniel. She hadn't seen him much. She had a sneaking insecurity he was probably too cool to spend too much time with his younger sister. She tried not to think that way though, because she knew that she was an awesome person. If people didn't see that.. so what?
She couldn't wait to be in the seventh year. To be the top dog of the school. And that meant Tabitha would be gone. Even better. She could hex her until she had no toes left and had to walk on her hands. Slytherins were so arrogant and stupid, judging people for their houses rather than who they actually were. It was a good thing that Laura only had one love and one love only. Quidditch. And in Quidditch, she could kick the ass of any Slytherin, any time. In the background she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye. No way.. was another person here? As far as she understood it, the fields were mostly empty, especially at night. When everyone was comfortably sitting at home, with their loved ones. She couldn't understand why anyone that had any morsel of a muggle life would want to spend it walking through the fields of Devon.
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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Jun 22, 2012 22:15:51 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 363636; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
This was so not happening. Of all the things that had the ability to go wrong it just had to be that. The whole thing was completely unbelievable and had the sixth year been foolish enough to think the whole thing some sort of a dream (which he wasn't, thank you very much) he would have dismissed it. But that was very much so not the case, things being of his mind's creation was not what it was at all. Instead he was actually in reality even though he really did want to believe it was some sort of fiction. By the looks of things something had gone terribly wrong in his attempts to travel from his home to his destination of choice. Instead of being by a hearth all warm and fuzzy, he found himself in a field. Yes, a field. A rather bleak and dismal location if he had ever seen one. And it was all very far from where he wanted to be. By all means he was going to have to have a chat with his father on getting the bloody floo system checked out. If that was even the problem in the first place. Was it possible for the floo network to throw you way, way off course? Perhaps it was something along the lines of foul play going on. Indeed, that was something that wouldn't surprise him considering how jealous those halfbreeds, blood traitors and, worse yet, mudbloods seemed to be. Though by the looks of things they could have chosen a better location if they were planning something. Proof in itself that watering down wizarding blood caused the mind to weaken.
Despite what he wanted to believe, there was something unnerving about the whole scene as night began to fall. Darkening the whole landscape and allowing a chill to slowly creep in but Alexei was just barely aware of it. Even with the family pride (or more accurately pride himself) along with the general standards he had set forth with from himself, there was a single part of him that was growing nervous. In all honesty, he wasn't sure where he was and his mind was wandering to what could be hiding in the growing shadows instead of the cooler more rational behavior that his mind was trained to react as. "Only a fool would attack a Montague." He muttered to himself, touching the wand that resided in the trouser pocket of his suit. After all, there was no point in looking bad no matter where a person went. It was just terrible when a person did and he wanted it known with a mere glance that he was a young man that was not to be trifled with. A lot of good it did him out in the middle of a field though. There were very slim odds that he would even run into a person out in this God-forsaken wilderness let alone finding someone that would actually know whom he was. Indeed, that was the last time that he was going to go off from school just to get a small chance to buy somethings. If it was going to end like this every bloody time it was worth mail ordering things. But even then he had to find his way out of where ever the hell he was at the current moment and back to any form of civilization. The Slytherin's lips grew thin with distaste as he chose upon a direction and then began the unpleasant tramping that he had to do one way or another. Preferably in a quick manner before it grew altogether too dark and even with wand light he would be very much so in trouble. With any luck he'd be able to find himself a road and signal the Knight Bus to get him the hell out of here.
Alexei froze mid-stride when he suddenly heard something. Something very normal by all means but he was not all together sure that he could consider it welcome until he knew who or what was the cause of them. Indeed, it was nothing more then the simple sound of footsteps. His wand appeared in his hand as they grew louder and closer. No matter what he attempted to do his heart seemed to be beating louder and louder itself as the Slytherin remained fixed on where he thought the sound was coming from. Not knowing whether to expect friend or foe. Perhaps he was right in thinking what he had. Perhaps the whole thing was a trap after all. Though it was safe to say that he felt more then slightly foolish when he saw what caused the noise. It was a girl! Pah, he was afraid of a girl? Alexei wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers, expression one that was hard and unpleasant. Indeed, most females would get only his cheerful side for one reason and one reason only but that girl had shot all that to hell. However, there was a good chance that she had some sort of knowledge as to where the roadway even was. But there was little chance that he would go groveling to the likes of a muggle, no doubt. Instead he just stood there waiting and waiting not sure whether or not he wanted to stoop that low but then again he did want to be in a warm bed before the night grew too old.
He frowned. Problems. Problems. "You there." He had chosen to sink.
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