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    <title>Valesco Bingo!</title>
    <published>2013-12-23T00:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2014-07-01T01:22:42Z</updated>
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"Hey look, it's the &lt;i&gt;weirdo&lt;/i&gt;, and his weirdo sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beefy 8 year old guffawed at his own statement, his lackeys following his lead. Grail had been forced into taking Harmony to the park, and was perched atop the monkey bars as he made sure the tiny blonde down below didn't get into any trouble. He was familiar with the small gang of boys who had arrived on their bikes, now circling the two of them like vultures. They attended school with him, and had been bullying him since the first grade, seeing how he was much smaller in size and stature than they were. Harmony didn't seem to pay them any mind, continuing with her chalk drawings, though the mere sight of them made her older brother's skin crawl. Grail had always had a short fuse, but he lacked the physical strength to back up his outbursts whenever he got mad enough and was no longer able to ignore them. There were four of them, and only one of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought we told you this was &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well...you say a lot of stupid things, it's hard to keep track..." Grail started climbing down, dropping into the dirt below, grateful that he hadn't fallen to his knees and made a fool out of himself. He could just hear his mother and father, scolding him about controlling his temper, and the thought made his fists clench into balls. He was always getting in trouble at school for 'being disruptive', the other boys feigning innocence and producing crocodile tears to make him look like the culprit. They were always telling him to 'just ignore them', but they didn't know what it was like. They couldn't understand how miserable he was living with these muggles; they didn't even know &lt;i&gt;magic&lt;/i&gt; existed in the world. It was like being a bird who was living with fish, wingless and grounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You two need to leave," demanded a rat faced boy with buck teeth, all of them still circling around them in an attempt to be intimidating. Grail stepped closer to Harmony so that he was standing beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we should just go home..." Harmony finally spoke, ever the pacifist. The boys laughed again and Grail swallowed thickly. This was a matter of pride. This was a matter of not letting them &lt;i&gt;win&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not going anywhere. You haven't finished your picture yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's alright, I can start a new one at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husky ring leader skid to a halt in front of them, the other three following suit. "You heard her, &lt;i&gt;weirdo&lt;/i&gt;." One of them reached out to snatch the chalk that was in Harmony's hand, making the young girl gasp with surprise. Her lip pouted and she blinked before looking to Grail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it back..." He spoke through gritted teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what are you gonna do if I don't? You gonna try and hit me like you did the last time?" The other boys laughed at the memory - they had shoved him into a closet and left him there the last time he had attempted to retaliate; the time before that they had pushed him into the frozen lake and he had nearly caught pneumonia. Didn't stop him from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'll just break your hands, instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clearly wasn't a good enough incentive, and the one who had stolen the chalk made a show of breaking it right in front of the two siblings. He and Harmony didn't get along for the most part, but these boys had been making his life miserable for the last few years, and if anyone was going to mess with his sister it most &lt;i&gt;certainly&lt;/i&gt; wasn't going to be them. He felt his blood begin to boil, and before he could even reach out for the boys collar in an &lt;i&gt;attempt&lt;/i&gt; to punch him in the face, the boy let out a scream of pain, falling to his knees. Grail could hear his heart pounding in his ears, his pulse picking up tempo as he realized what was happening. The boy's fingers were bending in directions they shouldn't be, and the sound of cracking bone could barely be heard over his shouting, the other boys panicking and hopping on their bikes, riding away from the two siblings, leaving their friend blubbering on the ground in front of the siblings. Harmony squealed and covered her eyes with her hands, turning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother, on the other hand, knew that this meant more than just getting revenge. This was the first time he had ever done &lt;i&gt;magic&lt;/i&gt;, and the thought made his fists relax. He took a step forward before crouching down in front of the boy who was crumpled at his feet. For the first time in his life he felt...powerful. He felt in &lt;i&gt;control&lt;/i&gt;. Without saying anything, he watched the boy writhe in pain before he eventually reached out to grab the shards of chalk. He examined them in her palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was her favorite color, you know." He looked up at the boy, staring at him for a second. "I want you to say you're sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grail smirked with satisfaction before rising to his feet, turning around towards Harmony who flinched as he hand the chalk back to her. She seemed afraid of him. He couldn't say he hated the feeling of being feared; in that moment, knowing he could do magic made him feel damn near invincible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finish your drawing, Harm. It's getting late."

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    <published>2013-08-02T19:55:45Z</published>
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WWN&lt;br /&gt;House: Ravenclaw, 1973&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Logan Kelley&lt;br /&gt;- Phineas McLaggen&lt;br /&gt;- Seth Wadcock &lt;br /&gt;- Geoffrey Brand&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Carys Parkin&lt;br /&gt;- Giada Dorny&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- Samuel Davies, &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allison Davies, &lt;i&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedalus Diggle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'10"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Pureblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Healer; Janus Thickey Ward&lt;br /&gt;House: Ravenclaw, 1979&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Married; Eliza Alderton 19&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Chloe Abbott&lt;br /&gt;- Eliza Alderton [7th - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Frobisher&lt;br /&gt;- Emmeline Vance&lt;br /&gt;- Elphias Doge&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- Dionysus Diggle, &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ariadne Diggle, &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elliot Alderton, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elsinore Alderton, &lt;i&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liam Alderton, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elysia Alderton, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;- Eric Diggle, &lt;i&gt;son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graeme Dorny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name: Broderick&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Muggleborn&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Co-Owner of Boogaloo Records &lt;br /&gt;House: Gryffindor, 1979&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Married; Giada Vance, 19&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Fortescue&lt;br /&gt;- Anneliese Rosenberg [5th]&lt;br /&gt;- Joy Diserafino&lt;br /&gt;- Giada Vance ['79 - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Sebastian Goldstein&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Patrick Vance, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lyssandra Vance, &lt;i&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allison Davies, &lt;i&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samuel Davies, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roger Davies, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lynn Davies, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Logan Davies, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emily Vance, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Patrick Vance Jr., &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: &lt;br /&gt;- Jackson Dorny, &lt;i&gt;son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caden Flint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name: Alexander&lt;br /&gt;Age: 32&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: January 27, 1952&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'1"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Pureblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Quidditch Player; Chaser for Puddlemere United&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch  Career:&lt;br /&gt;- Puddlemere United, ['71 - Present]&lt;br /&gt;House: Slytherin, 1970&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Married; Estella Gibbon, 19&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Caitlin Llewellyn&lt;br /&gt;- Mackenzie Dolch [7th -'75]&lt;br /&gt;- Estella Gibbon ['78 - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Phineas McLaggin&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- Caden Flint Sr., &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amkris Flint, &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jolene Cervantes, &lt;i&gt;sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Santiago Cervantes, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sofia Cervantes, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caden Cervantes, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;- Marcus Flint, &lt;i&gt;son&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Jacob Flint, &lt;i&gt;adopted son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Flint, &lt;i&gt;daughter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cael Gray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 22&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: July 5th, 1962 &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'10"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Halfblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Architect&lt;br /&gt;House:&lt;br /&gt;Gryffindor, 1973-1979&lt;br /&gt;Durmstrang, 1980&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Engaged; Cecilia Hooke, 1984&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Mira Jasper ['81]&lt;br /&gt;- Cecilia Hooke ['82 - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anya Kalinnikov&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 30&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: November 27th, 1954&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Pureblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Quidditch Player; Beater for the Falmouth Falcons&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch Career: &lt;br /&gt;- Санкт-Петербурге Cаблями - Saint Petersberg Sabres ['73-'81]&lt;br /&gt;- Hollyhead Harpies ['81 -'83]&lt;br /&gt;- Falmouth Falcons ['83 - Present]&lt;br /&gt;House: Durmstrang, 1973&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Seth Wadcock* [']&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Holly Troy&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donovan Rookwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 5th, 1958 &lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'0"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Pureblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Solicitor&lt;br /&gt;House: Slytherin, 1976&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Married; Danielle Kettleburn, 19&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Danielle Kettleburn [4th-7th]&lt;br /&gt;- Danielle Kettleburn ['81 - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel Corner&lt;br /&gt;- Rafe Kirke&lt;br /&gt;- Jonas Ackerly&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- , &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- , &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Augustus Rookwood, &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kerian Kettleburn, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;- Cole Rookwood, &lt;i&gt;son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orion Sinistra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name: &lt;br /&gt;Age: 27&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: November 20, 1957&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'0"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Pureblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Dragon Trainer&lt;br /&gt;House: Gryffindor, 1975&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Noel Boot&lt;br /&gt;- Odette MacFarlan* ['78]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- Wynn Sinistra, &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aurora Sinistra, &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Callisto Sinistra, &lt;i&gt;sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billie Trimble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 25&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: November 10, 1959&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Muggleborn&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Quidditch Player; Chaser for Appleby Arrows&lt;br /&gt;Quidditch  Career:&lt;br /&gt;- Paris Pixies ['78 - '82]&lt;br /&gt;- Montrose Magpies ['82-'83]&lt;br /&gt;- Appleby Arrows ['83 - Present]&lt;br /&gt;House: Gryffindor, 1977&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;Thomas McCormack* ['82]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;William Trimble, &lt;i&gt;father - deceased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Trimble, &lt;i&gt;mother - deceased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett Trimble, &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flynn Wright&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: &lt;br /&gt;Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;br /&gt;Bloodline:&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: &lt;br /&gt;House: Hufflepuff, '81&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: &lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grail Yates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name: Lucas Owan Rafferty&lt;br /&gt;Age: 29&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: July 7th, 1955&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'1"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Halfblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: ministry employee/bartender&lt;br /&gt;House: Slytherin, '73&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: dating&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Prisca Pucey&lt;br /&gt;- Cassandra Parkinson&lt;br /&gt;- Scarlett Rabnott ['84-present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Darren Quigg&lt;br /&gt;- Aland Avery&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;Barnard Yates &lt;i&gt;father - deceased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petunia Yates &lt;i&gt;mother - deceased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony Yates &lt;i&gt;sister - estranged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage Yates &lt;i&gt;brother - estranged&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey Yates &lt;i&gt;brother - deceased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veronica Zeller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Age: 33&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 17, 1951 &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'10"&lt;br /&gt;Bloodline: Halfblood&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Baker at The Three Graces&lt;br /&gt;House: Ravenclaw, 1969&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status: Dating&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;- Griffith Kirkham&lt;br /&gt;- Alastor Moody ['79-'80]&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Thorough ['82 - present]&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Griffith Kirkham&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Thorough&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;- Brody Zeller, &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rose Zeller, &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adam Zeller, &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Willow Zeller, &lt;i&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bess Fawcett, &lt;i&gt;sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drystan Fawcett, &lt;i&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loren Zeller, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sasha Zeller, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rose Zeller, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sadie Fawcett, &lt;i&gt;niece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stephen Fawcett, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brian Fawcett, &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:</content>
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    <title>awkwardturtle @ 2013-07-29T09:48:00</title>
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She knew what time Seth usually left for practice in the mornings, which made it easy to know when she was able to go to their home and get her things without confronting him. The divorce paperwork was in the mail, which meant that in a couple of weeks, they would each be sitting with their designated solicitor in order to finalize the end of their marriage. The  beautiful sapphire ring he had given her when he had proposed was still on her left hand, even as she turned the keys in the door, pushing it open with her shoulder in order to step into the Montrose flat. She hadn't been back there since they came to the decision to exterminate their marriage, needing to spend some time away in order to come to terms with the fact that she was going to be Savannah Davies again within the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want this - she didn't want to get a divorce after being married for just over a &lt;i&gt;year&lt;/i&gt;, but what else could she do? He had told her he wasn't in love with her anymore, though he had tried to make it better by saying he would always &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; her. It just wasn't the same. People loved their friends, people loved their &lt;i&gt;pets&lt;/i&gt;, but they didn't marry them. They had made vows to stick together through thick and thin, through the hard times and the good, but that was back when she thought they were two people who were in love - two people who would continue to be in love until they were old, wrinkled, and too weak and tired to do anything more than hold hands. That was how she had always imagined things being once she got married, though the wedding itself wasn't exactly what she had imagined, either. She always thought that she'd have her parents and Sam with her when she took a husband, but it was just the two of them. They had to be husband and wife as soon as possible if she was going to be able to move to Montrose with him, seeing how the Ministry had made it law that muggleborn witches and wizards could barely step out of their own homes at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to wonder if that was the only reason he had put a ring on her finger. He had allegedly been in love with her once upon a time, but did he ever have any intentions of spending the &lt;i&gt;rest of his life&lt;/i&gt; with her? Did he not fully understand the concept of marriage? Was it just convenient for him at the time? She had so many questions, and then there were the ones that she made personal; questions like 'Did &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; do something?' or 'Did &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; not try hard enough?'. She hadn't put so much blame on herself after a breakup since Logan, who had &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; proposed to her with the promise of a lifetime together...and that was before she walked in on him with another woman in their bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Seth found another woman? It was just another question she kept asking herself, trying to make sense of it all as she stepped through the foyer, looking around at all the empty spots on the walls. There had been photographs there; some of them were of the two of them, looking happy and in love, while there had also been others she had hung up that Seth had already sent back to her. Pictures of her and Sam, or any other family photos that she had hung up to try and make the place feel truly like home. There were empty spots on counter tops where some of her things had been, but what she hadn't gotten back yet was her clothes. They were in the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the door open, Savannah slowly made her way towards her closet. She removed whatever garments and shoes she wanted to take with her, throwing them into the bag she had slung over her shoulder. When she looked back into the empty closet, everything hit her at once. This was it. This was the last step, and then there would be no trace she had ever existed in the house. The thought created a lump in her throat, and while she had been trying so hard to keep herself together, her eyes began to well up with tears that she hadn't wanted to spill while she was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a few steps backwards, she sat down on the bed, trying to keep herself from having a melt down in the middle of their bedroom. Well, &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; bedroom, now. Suddenly, she heard the front door open, and her eyed widened as she looked towards the hallway. He wasn't supposed to be home - he was supposed to be at practice for at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; another hour! She couldn't face him like this, and her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly stood to her feet. A figure appeared in the doorway, though he was more startled by &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. It was Henry Wadcock, Seth's younger brother. Her soon to be ex-brother-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hi, Henry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah managed, trying to sound put together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," he replied though he soon cleared his throat , reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was actually about to get going, I just-...I had to get some things." She explained, gesturing to the bag that was behind her on the mattress. Her voice quivered as she spoke, clearly trying to keep her composure. Henry's lips pressed together to show that he understood. "I was just coming by to get Leanne's jacket. Seth um...he said it was in here?" Savannah nodded, wiping at her face before turning and going to where she knew the article of clothing was located. It was in his closet, and as soon as she opened the door she caught a wave of his scent, causing her eyes to begin watering again. She quickly reached out for the pink jacket, closing the door and handing it to Henry. He looked like he didn't know what to be doing with himself as he took it from her with a quiet thanks. A few beats went by before he finally spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need any help with anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question made Savannah's face screw up, trying not to break down in front of Henry, but there was no holding back the tears anymore. They started streaming down her cheeks, and she turned her face away from him, almost like she was embarrassed. She didn't like crying in front of people, and she sure as hell didn't want Seth finding out she had broken down in front of his brother. "No, I'm...I'll be fine." She said with a sniff, turning back to him to give him a pathetic smile before wiping her face again and grabbing the bag. Henry soon rushed to her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, I'll get that for you," he offered, extending his hand so she could place the strap of the bag in it. Savannah looked at him, bleary eyed, and eventually rolled her lips under before allowing him to assist. "Thank you..." she said, her voice tight with emotion. He just gave her a nod, looking empathetic as he adjusted the bag over his shoulder. Now that her hands were free she wiped at her face again, following Henry out the door. She stopped walking once they were back in the foyer, staring down at her left hand. She sniffled and turned to look at Henry before staring back down at the ring.  Her lip quivered a little as she removed the jewelry from her hand, stepping over to place it on an empty spot on the shelf, where there had once been a picture of the two of them. She stared at it for a moment before taking in a deep, shaky breath, drying her face one last time before looking back to Henry. That was the last thing she needed to do in order to accept this for what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm ready, now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;a href="#crush" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Crush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#theball" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;The Ball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#innocent" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#betrayed" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Betrayed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#baby" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#friend" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;a href="#bitchy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Bitchy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#love" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#firstyear" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;First Year&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#graduating" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Graduating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#sorting" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Sorting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#muggle" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Muggle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#pyo" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;pyo&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:388px;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:18px;line-height:20px;text-transform:uppercase"&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#CBC503;text-align:left;margin:18px 0 0 0;"&gt;Otto Bagman &lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;00/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#000000;background-color:#CBC503;text-align:right;margin:10px 0 0 0;padding:8px;"&gt;twenty-five flavors&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:100%;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;margin:12px 0;"&gt;

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(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#CBC503;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a name="prompt" style="font-size:18px;color:#CBC503;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;text-decoration:none;margin:12px 0;border-top:2px solid #CBC503;padding-top:12px;display:block;"&gt;.: Prompt :.&lt;/a&gt;

(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#CBC503;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:awkwardturtle:3572</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/awkwardturtle/3572.html"/>
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    <title>awkwardturtle @ 2013-07-26T09:30:00</title>
    <published>2013-07-26T12:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2013-07-26T15:21:37Z</updated>
    <category term="flavors"/>
    <category term="characters"/>
    <category term="valesco"/>
    <category term="caden flint"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;a name="selection"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="width:608px;font-family:&amp;#39;Bookman Old Style&amp;#39;, serif;line-height:16px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="min-height:224px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align:right;margin:0 0 0 -156px;float:right;"&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/307054/10228" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/307072/10228" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/307073/10228" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 6px;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align:left;float:left;"&gt;
&lt;div style="width:550px;margin:4px 0 0 0;text-align:left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#FFF;letter-spacing:2px;line-height:14px;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;background-color:#537F44;padding:4px 0;"&gt;

&lt;a href="#happy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#fff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#angry" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Angry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#sad" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Sad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#concerned" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Concerned&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#scared" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Scared&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#crying" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Crying&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#giddy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Giddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#crush" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Crush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#theball" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;The Ball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#innocent" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#betrayed" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Betrayed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#baby" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#friend" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#working" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Working&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#traumatized" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Traumatized&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#wary" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Wary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#drunk" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Drunk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#flustered" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Flustered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#bitchy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Bitchy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#love" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#firstyear" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;First Year&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#graduating" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Graduating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#sorting" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Sorting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#muggle" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Muggle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#pyo" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;pyo&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:388px;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:18px;line-height:20px;text-transform:uppercase"&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#537F44;text-align:left;margin:18px 0 0 0;"&gt;Caden Flint &lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;00/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#B4B4B4;background-color:#537F44;text-align:right;margin:10px 0 0 0;padding:8px;"&gt;twenty-five flavors&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:100%;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;margin:12px 0;"&gt;

&lt;a name="prompt" style="font-size:18px;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;text-decoration:none;margin:12px 0;border-top:2px solid #537F44;padding-top:12px;display:block;"&gt;.: Prompt :.&lt;/a&gt;


(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a name="prompt" style="font-size:18px;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;text-decoration:none;margin:12px 0;border-top:2px solid #537F44;padding-top:12px;display:block;"&gt;.: Prompt :.&lt;/a&gt;

(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;
</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:awkwardturtle:3079</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/awkwardturtle/3079.html"/>
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    <title>awkwardturtle @ 2013-07-26T09:27:00</title>
    <published>2013-07-26T12:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2013-07-26T15:21:18Z</updated>
    <category term="flavors"/>
    <category term="characters"/>
    <category term="valesco"/>
    <category term="kalista borgin"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;a name="selection"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="width:608px;font-family:&amp;#39;Bookman Old Style&amp;#39;, serif;line-height:16px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="min-height:224px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align:right;margin:0 0 0 -156px;float:right;"&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/337927/12822" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/337926/12822" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/337940/12822" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #537F44;margin:0 0 6px 6px;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align:left;float:left;"&gt;
&lt;div style="width:550px;margin:4px 0 0 0;text-align:left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#FFF;letter-spacing:2px;line-height:14px;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;background-color:#537F44;padding:4px 0;"&gt;

&lt;a href="#happy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#fff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#angry" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Angry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#sad" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Sad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#concerned" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Concerned&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#scared" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Scared&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#crying" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Crying&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#giddy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Giddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#crush" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Crush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#theball" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;The Ball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#innocent" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#betrayed" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Betrayed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#baby" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#friend" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#working" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Working&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#traumatized" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Traumatized&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#wary" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Wary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#drunk" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Drunk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#flustered" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Flustered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#bitchy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Bitchy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#love" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#firstyear" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;First Year&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#graduating" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Graduating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#sorting" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Sorting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#muggle" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Muggle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#pyo" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;pyo&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:388px;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:18px;line-height:20px;text-transform:uppercase"&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#537F44;text-align:left;margin:18px 0 0 0;"&gt;Kalista Borgin &lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;00/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#B4B4B4;background-color:#537F44;text-align:right;margin:10px 0 0 0;padding:8px;"&gt;twenty-five flavors&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:100%;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;margin:12px 0;"&gt;

&lt;a name="prompt" style="font-size:18px;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;text-decoration:none;margin:12px 0;border-top:2px solid #537F44;padding-top:12px;display:block;"&gt;.: Prompt :.&lt;/a&gt;


(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a name="prompt" style="font-size:18px;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;text-decoration:none;margin:12px 0;border-top:2px solid #537F44;padding-top:12px;display:block;"&gt;.: Prompt :.&lt;/a&gt;

(drabble)

&lt;a href="#selection" style="text-decoration:none;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;display:block;color:#537F44;font-weight:bold;margin-top:12px;"&gt;return to top&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;
</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:awkwardturtle:2876</id>
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    <title>awkwardturtle @ 2013-07-26T09:05:00</title>
    <published>2013-07-26T12:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2013-08-06T01:31:02Z</updated>
    <category term="flavors"/>
    <category term="characters"/>
    <category term="valesco"/>
    <category term="billie trimble"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;a name="selection"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="width:608px;font-family:&amp;#39;Bookman Old Style&amp;#39;, serif;line-height:16px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="min-height:224px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align:right;margin:0 0 0 -156px;float:right;"&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/375724/10225" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #A11A1A;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/375835/10225" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #A11A1A;margin:0 0 6px 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/375798/10225" style="width:100px;height:100px;border:2px solid #A11A1A;margin:0 0 6px 6px;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align:left;float:left;"&gt;
&lt;div style="width:550px;margin:4px 0 0 0;text-align:left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#FFF;letter-spacing:2px;line-height:14px;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;background-color:#A11A1A;padding:4px 0;"&gt;

&lt;a href="#happy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#fff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#angry" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Angry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#sad" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Sad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#concerned" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Concerned&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#scared" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Scared&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#crying" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Crying&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#giddy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Giddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#crush" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Crush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#theball" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;The Ball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#innocent" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#betrayed" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Betrayed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#baby" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#friend" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#working" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Working&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#traumatized" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Traumatized&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#wary" style="text-decoration:none;color:#E9AF00;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Wary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#drunk" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Drunk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#flustered" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Flustered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#bitchy" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Bitchy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#love" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#firstyear" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;First Year&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#graduating" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Graduating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="#sorting" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;"&gt;Sorting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#muggle" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;Muggle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="#PYO" style="text-decoration:none;color:#FFF;margin:0 0 0 20px;"&gt;PYO&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div style="width:388px;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:18px;line-height:20px;text-transform:uppercase"&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#A11A1A;text-align:left;margin:18px 0 0 0;"&gt;Billie Trimble &lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;00/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color:#E9AF00;background-color:#A11A1A;text-align:right;margin:10px 0 0 0;padding:8px;"&gt;twenty-five flavors&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

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"You just need to &lt;i&gt;take&lt;/i&gt; them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt was scolding her as she shook an orange bottle in front of her face, causing the young witch to narrow her eyes. This whole situation was rubbish - her aunt and uncle had spent a great deal of time just trying to get their niece into the car, having scheduled to have her sit down with a doctor so she could 'talk about her feelings'. The whole thing was that they made it abundantly clear that she wasn't to mention that she was a witch, or that her parents were murdered by dark magics, and that her younger brother hadn't been turned catatonic after being put under an unforgivable curse. In other words, they wanted her to lie to this muggle doctor so that he could diagnose her with something and &lt;i&gt;fix&lt;/i&gt; her, because her family was sick of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't understand. How could they, really? None of them were magically inclined, and they had all treated her like some sort of freak even before everything had happened. Most of them were scared of her, as far as she could tell, which made living under the same roof with them intolerable. She already felt guilty enough for being the whole reason the death eaters had shown up on their door in the first place, and she had a scar of her own to prove that they were about to kill her too, when the aurors showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 15 years old, and it hadn't even been an entire year since she had watched her family suffer, all because of what she was. It was a lot to handle, especially when you were just a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt scoffed. "Well we don't always get what we want, Billie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl paused, and eyed the bottle warily. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...what are they going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're going to make you &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;. Don't you want to be &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt's pencil thin eyebrows shot up into her forehead, and before Billie had a chance to answer, the bottle was shoved into her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you need to take 2 pills, twice a day - once in the morning, and again after supper. And don't choke, you aren't insured and those pills cost us a fortune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door was shut behind her aunt, and Billie stared down at the medication she was supposed to be taking. The doctor had said she was 'depressed', though she couldn't imagine how a few, little blue pills were going to do anything. She poured a few into her hand, watched them roll around for a bit before she popped them into her mouth, washing them down with some water. They left a fowl taste on her tongue, and she sighed as she placed the bottle next to her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....they're going to make me happy." She repeated, though they didn't sound convincing at all. 

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“Who is that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan nudged Rafe Kirke in the side to get his attention, rolling his eyes as the Gryffindor let out a dramatic &lt;i&gt;ow&lt;/i&gt;.  The blonde rubbed at the new sore spot in his ribs as he looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s who?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That girl over there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tilted his chin as a way of pointing in the general direction of the blonde in the red and gold robes, knowing that if he used his hand it would just draw way too much attention. He remembered thinking she was pretty back when they were being sorted, but he was too anxious about which house he was going to be placed in to pay much attention to the name that had been called before she went to sit on the stool. She was even pretty with that ridiculous hat perched on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who, Maggie Brand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Rafe would get an elbow to the ribs, harder this time because he had said her name loud enough to get her attention, causing Donovan to quickly turn his attention down to the potions textbook that was sprawled out in front of him. He dared to lift his stormy blue eyes from the pages to see if she was still looking over at him, thankful to see that she had gone back to talking to her friends. Letting out a breath of relief that he hadn’t realized he was holding in, he looked over to see that Rafe was once again rubbing at his side, hunched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think you’ve caused internal bleeding…” he moaned, causing Donovan to let out a snort. “You’ll live.” His voice lacked sympathy, knowing that Rafe had a pension for dramatics. He closed his book and gathered up his quills. “Oy, where are you off to? You going to tell Brand you fancy her?”This time he made sure his voice was low enough for his teasing to only be heard between the two of them, though he still protected his side from being attacked just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t &lt;i&gt;fancy&lt;/i&gt; her,” the eleven year old replied, sounding a little more defensive than he had meant to. “Just think she’s pretty is all.” He tried to play it casual, but Rafe grinned at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; fancy her. It’s adorable, really. You want me to tell her? I’ll write it in a note, and send it to her during Charms! ‘Dear Maggie, my friend Donovan fancies you. Do you fancy him? Please check yes, or no…’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan stood to his feet, his things under his arm, trying to ignore him. “I’m going to the library.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To find a spell that will &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; cause internal bleeding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafe went silent as he watched his friend get up and leave. “Very funny, Rookwood.” He called out to him, though when Donovan didn’t acknowledge him, Rafe swallowed thickly and gathered up his own things, chasing after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I was just kidding! It was supposed to be &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;

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“He’s out cold.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words tumbled from Donovan Rookwood’s mouth through a grin that could not be contained, trying to get Gabriel and Rafe, who were both in hysterics on the couch, to stop laughing long enough to help him pick up Jonas from his living room floor. They had all gone out for a night of drinking, though they hadn’t expected the musician to try and keep up with his three friends, who were bigger and had a higher tolerance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think he’ll know where he is when he finally comes to,” Gabriel had stopped laughing long enough to form a sentence, wiping at his eyes which had started to tear up because of how funny he found the entire situation. Donovan snickered and nudged at him with his toe. “I’m more worried about what Kobe is going to do to us when she sees what we let happened to her husband,” he admitted, which finally got Rafe to stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; always get blamed?” He asked, brows raised as he got himself more comfortable on the corner of the couch. Donovan was just glad that Danielle had taken Cole to the Corner’s to spend the night with Rachel and the boys, since he was sure they would have woken both of them up by now. Donovan just crouched down next to Jonas before finally acknowledging Rafe’s question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; actually know better. He’s like the kid in a candy store that eats everything without parental supervision.” He moved from his crouched position to take a seat on the chair, all of them still watching Jonas be unconscious, laying on his stomach in the middle of the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was anyone keeping track of how many he had?” Gabriel asked, and Donovan laughed  at the question. “I couldn’t even tell you how many &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; had. I wasn’t aware we were supposed to be keeping a tally.” Gabriel smirked and then looked down at the sleeping Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He does look quite peaceful, doesn’t he?” Rafe asked, causing Donovan to let out a hum of agreement before they all went quiet for a moment. Donovan was the one who finally broke the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…am I the only one who is tempted to grab some ink and draw something on his face?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel and Rafe both looked at him, the both of them grinning like idiots. Clearly they were on the same page, and Rafe finally found the strength to get up from the couch and run into the other room. “I’ll grab the quills!”&lt;br /&gt;

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"I give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan groaned as he folded his arms over the stacks of parchment that he and Rose had been jotting down ideas on for the last hour and a half. It was almost Christmas, and he had this idea to do something really special for Danielle. They had been dating since their 4th year, and this would be the last big holiday they would be spending together while at Hogwarts. The whole problem was he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to get her, so he had asked her best friend to help him work on something. He didn't just want to get her a nice piece of jewelry, or perfume, since Dani wasn't the kind of girl who went crazy about those kind of things. She was a very practical person, but he found that practical people were usually the hardest to shop for because they didn't really &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; many material things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! No, these are all really good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde assured him, picking up some of the ideas that had been pushed to the side because he thought they might either be incredibly lame, or too extravagant. It was hard, trying to find middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But they're not &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;," he said, though he didn't lift his head up from the table so his words were rather muffled as he spoke into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. When he finally did lift his head, he had his elbow bent,pushing the heel of his hand into his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you're over thinking this too much," she said with raised brows, stretching her arms above her head. "She's going to love whatever you get her, you know." She smiled at him, and he sighed a bit before he leaned back, now rubbing his hands down his face, letting out another groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I'm over thinking this..." he admitted, his hands finally dropping down so he could turn and look over at the Ravenclaw. "But have you met Dani?" A brow raised. "That girl over thinks what she wants for breakfast in the morning. I don't think I'm being completely impractical, here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorted, knowing this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you should &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; her something," she suggested with a raise of one shoulder, almost as though she was throwing out the idea as a last resort. Donovan thought about the idea before he rolled his lips under, having a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know she's always going on about how much she hates carrying loose parchment with her all the time. She takes such extensive notes, she's always losing pages in the halls..." his voice trailed off, and he looked over at Rose. "I should make her a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...a book?" She asked, her head tilting slightly to the side as she looked at him with great interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well not a book to &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt;, but one she could write in. It would just take some leather and parchment. I would need to figure out how to bind them together of course, but it'd be something I know she would use every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, maybe you could have it engraved!" Rose suggested, and Donovan smiled over at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're onto something, Knightly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;br /&gt;“Sit up straight, you’ll wrinkle your robes if you keep slouching.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus smirked down at Donovan, who was currently slumped down in his seat at the table his family had been assigned to. He was &lt;i&gt;bored&lt;/i&gt;, and his older brother had been spending most of the night flirting with every girl who gave him the time of day, leaving the youngest Rookwood to his own defenses. It was another fancy party that he hadn’t even wanted to go to, hosted by people he was sure his parents had never met before. He heard his father say something about this family being a ‘good connection’ or something like that, and they had dressed up both of their children in the finest robes they could afford (and they could afford the very best, of course) in an attempt to present themselves as the well-off, put together pureblood family that they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t get why I need to be here,” Donovan said with a sigh as he sat up in his seat, reaching out for the goblet of water that was in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because Mum and Dad are trying to introduce you to your future wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan rolled his eyes, thinking he was just messing with him, but when he turned and saw the look on his older brother’s face, his eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus laughed and reached out to mess up Donovan’s hair, causing the 8 year old to immediately lift his arms in an attempt to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re going to parade you around, and you’re going to be told how &lt;i&gt;precious&lt;/i&gt; you are, and one or two of them may pinch your cheeks,” and with that he reached out to demonstrate, further aggravating his younger brother. Again, the eldest Rookwood sibling would laugh before shaking his head and venturing off to find whatever girl he had been speaking too last. When Donovan was left alone, he reached up in another attempt to fix his hair, though he jumped when he heard his father calling out his name. He swallowed roughly and obeyed the instructions to come towards him, making sure to smooth down the front of his robes in case he &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; accidently wrinkled them while he had been sulking, earlier. He noticed that his father was standing beside a woman and a young girl, and immediately he started to wonder whether or not Augustus had just been messing with him, or if he had been telling him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to tell, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Donovan, there’s some people I’d like you to meet. This is Mrs.Englewood,” his father began, allowing his youngest son to extend a hand out towards the woman. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, aren’t you precious?” she cooed, causing Donovan’s cheeks to turn a shade of pink. At least she hadn’t pinched them, but he was suddenly starting to feel incredibly uncomfortable – even more so when she turned and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, moving her over so she was standing directly in front of Donovan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is my daughter, Rachel.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a pretty girl, and seemed to be more comfortable with her surroundings than he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, Rachel.” He said, a bit lamely. His father didn’t seem too pleased, but quickly smoothed things over by inviting her mother to go and get a drink at the bar. “Donovan, keep Rachel company, would you?” The boy nodded his head, and once the two were left alone, he looked over at her. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, with Rachel folding her hands neatly behind her back, looking around and letting out a dramatic sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So…” he started, reaching up to fix his hair again. “Nice dress.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so uncomfortable. He was &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; this uncomfortable around new people, but his brother had planted the idea in his head that he was going to practically be forced into marriage with the next girl he met. That girl just so happened to be Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you,” she said, clearly pleased with the compliment. “I saw it in a shop and new I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to have it. It was the nicest one they had.” She twirled the skirt a bit, and Donovan smirked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look pretty,” he said earnestly, though he felt his ears get red. “I mean I’m sure you would look pretty in anything, but I just meant…it’s a nice dress.” He was sure him getting all flustered was probably making her think he was a total idiot, though she just lifted a brow at him before her lips upturned into a small, coy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You think I’m pretty?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan hesitated a moment before he nodded his head. Rachel’s smile widened, and her chin lifted slightly, clearly pleased by his affirmation. He suddenly felt a bit more relieved, and not nearly as awkward. This could have been a lot worse. He could have been introduced to some troll who called him out on acting like a loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I heard my brother mention something about cake. Would you like to get some with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel thought about it for a moment. “I suppose I can have a piece, so long as I don’t get any on my dress.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll help you clean it off, if you do. It would be our little secret.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She beamed at him before she stepped to his side, looping her arm through his as though they had been pals their entire life. Donovan smiled at her as she raised her brows expectantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lead the way!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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"You know anything about astronomy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Orion a good couple of seconds before he realized that someone was speaking to him, finally turning to acknowledge the Hufflepuff's question with raised brows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" He asked, though after a moment he realized what the question was and lifted a hand to scratch at the side of his head, trying to stall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...yeah, I know a bit," he mumbled, starting to fiddle with the end of his quill. He wished he could be anywhere but up in the astronomy tower, waiting for the professor to step through the doors and introduce herself. It wasn't even that he didn't like the subject - quite the contrary, actually - he just knew that as soon as people made the connection that he was Professor Sinistra's son, he was going to be given a hard time by his classmates. He wasn't ashamed of the fact, but knowing he had a bit of an advantage when it came to the subject was sure to cause people to believe he was getting special treatment or some rubbish. If anything, he knew that his mother was probably going to scrutinize everything he got wrong on a test because he had grown up around her star charts and constellation maps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t Orion a star or something??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion turned to look at Max, the other first year in the black and yellow robes who always looked like he was excited to be wherever he was. The kid had nearly been tripping over himself trying to make his way over to the sorting hat, and Orion couldn’t contain the grin that had spread across his face when the boy almost walked back into the crowd while still wearing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he definitely remembered Max, and apparently he remembered Orion, in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stars, actually. Plural.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right, right. A whole group of them - a consortion or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A constellation,” he gently corrected him, once again finding it hard not to be amused by the boy from the badger house. He almost forgot why he had been so anxious, up until the door to the astronomy tower flung open, and the all too familiar witch made her presence known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome, class,” she started, offering them all a bright smile as she worked on setting her things down. “My name is Professor Sinistra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was. As soon as the woman spoke her name, there were at least 3 different heads turning to focus in on the 11 year old who shared the same surname. Orion was hunched so far down in his seat that it was hard to see anything but his shoulders if you were sitting behind him. It went quiet for a moment and then Max took in a breath, like he had been thinking about something since she had walked through the door and didn’t know what it meant until just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait a second, isn’t that your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max's voice wasn't as low as he thought it was, and once more people started to catch on, Orion sunk down lower in his chair, suddenly becoming very interested in the feather of his quill. Once his mother started to notice, she clapped her hands loudly to regain silence and get their attention. She gave him a quick glanec before she went back to talking about what she had planned for the school year. Once she turned away from him, Orion let out a quiet groan as he dropped his head down to bury his face in his arms, which were folded on top of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just kill me now.”

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Orion had lost track of how many times he and Nora had seen each other over the last few months. He hardly considered it to be a bad thing, seeing how he had always thoroughly enjoyed her company, but their visits had become much more frequent since December. She seemed so shaken up back then, though she was hesitant about telling him why. He tried not to pry, but there was no suppressing his concern. It started with him inviting her over for dinner a few nights a week, if only just to get her out of her empty house. She had Kenneth there to keep her company, though he could imagine that when one was having a bad day, conversing with a Jarvey wasn’t the easiest thing to do. It seemed that his efforts didn’t go unappreciated, seeing how there had yet to be a night where Nora didn’t thank him ‘so much’ for having her over. He would just keep reminding her that it was what friends do, though he did feel guilty sometimes when he looked back on how far they had drifted apart over the years. She had gone off to get herself a career, and he had done the same, though now that they were both pretty settled in (for the most part), it was easier to set time aside for old friends, and rebuild relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last couple of weeks, Nora had become much more comfortable at his place. The alternated between who would make or pick up dinner, and on nights where they didn’t have work, they lost track of time and stayed up until the early hours of the morning. They always had something to talk about, seeing how they shared so many of the same interests, and the minutes just seemed to tick by. Even when the both of them fell quiet, the silence was never awkward. It was nice having someone else in the house, since he had no pets or roommates to speak of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the nights where they stayed up until the crack of dawn, Orion had come back into his living room on more than one occasion to find Nora passed out on his couch.  Instead of waking her up, he would just scoop her up into his arms and carry her into his bedroom, covering her with blankets so she was more comfortable. He wound up taking the couch, though he usually woke up with a kink in his neck the next morning. She had scolded him on more than one occasion to just kick her out if she fell asleep, but he never listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last week in February, and the two friends were sitting on opposite ends of Orion’s couch. She was curled up with a book on her lap, a text about magical creatures. Orion grabbed an old sports magazine from his coffee table and was flipping through the pages, pretending to be interested. Truth be told, the redhead on the other end of the couch had more of his attention than the Quidditch players who were zooming by in the article panels. He wasn’t sure what it was – maybe it was the look of genuine interest she had on her face as she skimmed the pages, or the way her curls fell into her eyes, but he couldn’t stop watching her. Every now and then she’d look up to share something interesting she had read, and the smile that was plastered on her face was contagious. He had always thought she was pretty, but he knew there was more to it than that. Still, this was &lt;i&gt;Nora&lt;/i&gt;. They were friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t think I’m being terribly rude, do you?” She asked as she looked over at him again, looking guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think you’re the rudest,” Orion said dryly through a crooked smirk. Nora rolled her eyes, and closed her book, placing it down on the coffee table, her feet lifting up onto the couch so she could hug her knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just find it all so fascinating,” she admitted, smiling at him. “There are so many things we still don’t know about these animals.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think it’s really fair to assume we’ll ever know &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; about ‘em. There are still so many things we don’t even know about &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;. That’s what keeps ‘em interesting, though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Often am,” he retorted, and she snickered before giving him a playful push, causing him to laugh before his neck craned to look at the time. “Shite,” he muttered beneath his breath, dropping the magazine down onto the table before he leaned back on the couch, lifting his hands to rub at his face. “I have to be up in 5 hours,” he said with a groan. Nora looked at the clock and seemed just as surprised. “Oh my God, how does this keep happening to us?” she asked, and Orion snorted before shaking his head, dropping his hands down to his lap. “Your guess is as good as mine,” he answered, looking over at her again. “You’re welcome to spend the night again,” he offered, and he watched her bite at her cheek in contemplation before letting out a sigh. “I guess it &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; just be easier to stay here than go home, wouldn’t it?” He smirked at her need to justify her decision, and he nodded his head before standing to his feet. “I’ll just grab some things I’ll be needing in the morning,” he explained, heading into his room, Nora close behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed her a shirt and a pair of drawstring pants to sleep in, and while she was in the bathroom changing, he got himself into something similar. She looked smaller than she usually did as she emerged from the bathroom, practically swimming in the fabric of his clothes because of their size difference. “That’s a good look for you,” he teased, though there was something oddly attractive about how she looked in his t-shirt. She just laughed and took a seat on the edge of his bed, watching him sort through his drawers for what he would wear in the morning. Her lips rolled under as she watched him, and eventually spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, it’s really silly that you keep sleeping on the couch,” she said, though she hesitated before speaking again. “I mean, there’s plenty of room in here for the both of us. You already know how guilty I feel knowing you’re giving up your bed for me, and it just seems…practical,” she nodded as a way of punctuating her final word, and Orion lifted a brow. “I’ll try not to hog the covers,” she added with a smile, and Orion reached up to scratch the back of his head, contemplating his decision before nodding his head. “If you insist,” he said, and made his way around to the other side of the bed, the both of them crawling under the covers. Once they were both settled, he reached over to turn off his bedside lamp and they said goodnight, Orion laying on his back with Nora on her side, facing him. For a while, he attempted to sleep. He closed his eyes, but there was something keeping him from drifting off. Maybe it was knowing he had to be up in a few hours, but in reality it was knowing that Nora was so close to him. He just couldn’t admit it to himself because they had been friends for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…Orion?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was soft, and he blinked his eyes open before turning his head to face her. “Hm?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just wondering if you were awake,” she said quietly, shifting beneath the sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You alright?” He asked, turning onto his side so that he could see her better through the soft moonlight coming in through the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I’m fine, I just-…” she stopped herself in order to collect her thoughts. “I just…I wanted to say how much I appreciate all this,” she said. “I don’t just mean letting me stay here, since I’m pretty sure I’ve thanked you so much that the words barely have meaning anymore, but I just…I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing because she couldn’t think of a way to sound more eloquent. “I suppose this probably could have waited until morning,” she admitted sheepishly, and Orion smirked at her, a hand lifting to push away some hair gravity had caused to fall into her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t really mind hearing it now,” he assured her, dropping his hand down onto the space on the bed between them. Nora let out a breath, her hand reaching up to grab his. “You’re a good man, Orion…” The words were spoken in a hushed tone before she pushed herself onto her elbow in order to lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes fell closed as he felt her lips against his skin, and he swallowed thickly when she pulled away. He actually felt quite &lt;i&gt;guilty&lt;/i&gt; for enjoying that brief moment of contact, because here she was telling him how much she appreciated him, and what a good &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt; he was, and if he acted on instincts it might ruin all that. Even when she parted from him, her face remained close to his, and he saw her line of vision flicker down to his lips before her eyes were back on his.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I enjoy having you hear,” he said quietly; sincerely. “I care about you, Nora. Always have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was true, though something had definitely changed over the last couple of months. She lifted a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, her mouth twitching upwards. “I care about you, too,” she said in an equally hushed tone, and rolled her lips under before reaching to touch his cheek, feeling the coarse hair of his beard beneath her fingers. She tentatively moved her face just a little closer to his, possibly without even realizing she was doing it. This was enough for Orion to ignore all the parts of his brain that kept telling him this was a bad idea. His head lifted from the pillow, and soon their lips were touching. It took a moment for both of them to really register what was happening – they had been friends for so long, and this had never been something either of them had planned. It started with a chaste kiss before they parted enough to look at one another through heavy lids. Orion could already feel his heartbeat picking up pace. They were both pretty startled by the new development; even more surprised by how fucking great it felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ori—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before his name could finish rolling off her tongue, he occupied her lips by pressing his against them a second time. She hummed into his mouth, relenting and kissing him deeply once she decided it was a much better option than talking. They hadn’t imagined this was how their night would end, but now that it was happening, they didn’t have enough self-control to stop, even if they wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they really didn’t want to.

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"He likes you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie said with a smile, sitting on the plush armchair in her living room, just a few hours since she was released from Mungo's after giving birth to her first son. Beside her, one of her best friends sat holding Anthony Goldstein. It was an odd sight, seeing Evan Rosier with a baby in his arms. It wasn't the first time he had held an infant, but there also weren't many people he cared enough about to have any interest in holding their child. The baby in his arms may have had his father's blood coursing through his veins, but he cared about his mother too much for him to harbor any resentment towards the newborn. Besides, all he could see was Mackenzie as he looked down at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's beautiful, Mack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan was always relatively soft spoken, only raising his voice when he wanted to make a point, but his voice was close to a whisper as he adjusted the tiny boy in his arm. Sebastian was off getting something or another for his wife and first born son, which made the environment much less tense than it might have been if the wizard had been in the same room. Children had a way of sensing when things weren't quite right, so the only time Evan would have been able to meet the child would have been when his mudblood father wasn't home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had always tried to be &lt;i&gt;civil&lt;/i&gt; with Sebastian, for Mackenzie's sake, though sometimes he just couldn't bite his tongue. He would have to make much more of an effort now that there was a baby involved. Evan smirked down at Anthony as he squirmed and made some gurgling noises, blinking his eyes as he took in the face of the man who was holding him. He would see pale blonde hair that was starting to fall into those mismatched eyes of his - one blue, one grey, both incredibly sharp. His eyes lifted from the baby to look over at Mack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm happy for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mack blinked at the admission, and once again found herself smiling at the two boys before she lifted herself up from the chair in order to take a seat beside Evan on the couch, her hand along the back of the baby's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you came to see him." Mack commented, offhandedly, though Evan's eyes turned from the baby to look at his mother, "Why wouldn't I have come?" He questioned with a raised brow. Mackenzie faltered for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders, now playing with the blanket that was wrapped around the swaddled infant. She was avoiding eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just know how busy you can be..,and I know how much you dislike being &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;." She finally explained, turning to give him his attention now. Even looked at her for a long while before he let out a sigh. "Mack...your house could be filled with every relative Sebastian has, but if you told me you wanted me here, you know I would be.  I'd even try to judge them all &lt;i&gt;silently&lt;/i&gt;, because these are the kind of things i do for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you love me, right?" She said with a smile, and Evan watched her face for a moment before answering, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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"I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caradoc Dearborn flopped unceremoniously onto his bed as he made his announcement. He had been aiming it at the only other person in the room, who just so happened to be his best friend, and he looked very involved in the book he was reading. Evan let out a sigh, knowing that if the other boy went ignored for too long, he would just become more obnoxious in his need for attention and entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Than go read something. Expand your mind, Caradoc. Just be careful not to strain yourself on any big words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tone was dry, as per usual, and he hadn't even looked up from what he was doing, actually going so far as to flip to the next page in a futile attempt to get through to him that he was in the middle of something. Evan had never been the type to go out of his way to please other people, at least when he got nothing out of it. The whole reason he had come up from the common room was to get away from all the noise everyone was making down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt;. What's the fun in that? We spend the whole bloody day &lt;i&gt;reading&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm. I'm fairly certain the &lt;i&gt;rest&lt;/i&gt; of us spend our time reading, whereas you, friend, depend on the texts with pictures." With that, Evan lifted his eyes from the book to turn his attention towards his friend, a smirk slowly forming across his lips. "Honestly, I feel as though you deserve a pat on the back whenever you can spell your own name correctly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the other boy wasn't unintelligent, but he did so many stupid things that he sometimes had to wonder. He tried looking back to his book, but saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Before he knew what had happened, his book was out of his hand and being tossed across the 6th year boys dorm room. Evan's eyes focused on the text that had just flown out of his hands before they suddenly honed in on his friend. Most people would have started stammering and apologizing if they had Evan Rosier looking at him like that, but not Caradoc Dearborn. Instead, the pain in the ass just grinned down at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like you’re out of reading material &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your skills of observation are astounding.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’d also like to observe that you’re acting like a total wanker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hadn’t been informed it was my duty to keep you entertained. How awful of me.” Evan’s words were dripping with sarcasm, not even remotely apologetic. Caradoc was one of the few people who could annoy the shit out of him and still amuse him at the same time. He was quick tongued, and he appreciated that in a person. There weren’t many who could keep up with him in conversation.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good thing you have me here to pass on this pertinent information.” Caradoc said with another grin, knowing that he was about to get his way. Evan heaved a heavy sigh and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rising to his feet, tilting his head from one side to the other in order to relieve some of the tension in his neck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes. Whatever would I do without you, Dearborn?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Probably read.”&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean you're moving out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalista stared up at her older brother who was currently standing in front of her bedroom door, blocking her only exit. Evan was 18 going on 19,  fresh out of Hogwarts and ready to move out of his family home once and for all. Nothing had been the same, since their mother had died - time spent under that roof was unbearable, seeing how he and his father had a relationship that was &lt;i&gt;tense&lt;/i&gt;, at best. The only thing that kept him grounded was knowing that he needed to watch over Kalista. There was a four year age difference between the Rosier children, which meant that his younger sister was going to be entering her fifth year at school in just a few months. They hadn't even unloaded their trunks from the previous school year when Evan had knocked on Kalista's door, telling her that he wanted to speak with her. He had come to tell her he was leaving. She was not taking it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're just going to leave? Just like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stay here, Kal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Is this place &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; unbearable for you? You're just going to run away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She defensively crossed her arms over her chest, taking him wanting to leave personally. Evan knew she wouldn't understand; he had predicted this would be difficult the second he decided to knock on her door and deliver the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late to change my mind, even if i wanted to. I've been looking for a place to live for a few months now." He paused, and the continued. "I'm gone by the end of the week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal blinked as he dropped the news, staring up at her brother in disbelief. She didn't say anything for a few moments, but eventually she did speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the end of the week?" She now sounded more upset than she did angry, and Evan let out a breath, dropping his line of vision down to the ground as one of his hands lifted to rub at the back of his neck. He let her process everything for a moment before he stepped forward towards her, reaching his hand out in order for her to place hers into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hesitant at first, but eventually she took his hand and allowed him to lead her over to her bed, having her take a seat on the edge, him sitting beside her. He continued holding onto her hand, remembering how she used to &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; reach for his hand when they were children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you want me to stay...but I need to get out of here, Kal. Deep down, I think you know that. I also think you know this has absolutely nothing to do with you." He needed it to be said, though her sudden lack of eye contact let him know he was right in his assumption. "I wanted to tell you because I wanted to give you a choice. The flat I'll be staying in...it has an extra bedroom." Kalista looked up at him, wondering if this conversation was going where she &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; it was going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to give you the option to come with me. This place...it hasn't been the same, since mum died." The mention of their mothers death was never easy for either of them. Evan may have been the eldest, but Kal had spent a lot more time with Aimee during her final years than her son had. Caleb had taken to dragging their first born from one country to the next under the guise of 'giving him world experiences'. In reality, it was just much easier to have mistresses overseas. Kalista was completely oblivious to their father's infidelities, but Evan had been witness to them more times than he could count. He never dared to try and tarnish the relationship Kal had with their father, but it was also difficult for him to let her be so naive. He knew that she resented him for her own reasons though; she was always upset that she was never taken on any of his overseas adventures. The man barely spent much time with his daughter, but tried making up for it by buying her things. Evan had always been the most present male figure in her life - if she had to be honest, he had been more of a paternal figure for her than Caleb had ever been - and that was why she had been so upset to hear he was leaving. That meant during the few months she wouldn't be at school, there was a chance the only other inhabitant of the house would be their house elf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what was going through her mind as she mulled over the option. She thought of how empty that big house would be without Evan there to keep her company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-...I don't think Dad would like that very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think our father would barely even notice you're gone. He's hardly here as it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalista didn't like that he had a point. She frowned a bit and then let out a sigh, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I could stay just for the summer... You'll come back home sometimes though, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan nodded, though again the only reason he had for coming back to that house was to see his sister. He knew he wasn't going to be able to escape his father, no matter how hard he tried, but he definitely needed time away from the man. They would see each other regardless of whether he ever revisited that house, seeing how they were both part of something much bigger - Evan and Caleb had a terrible relationship as father and son, but they both answered to the Dark Lord. It was probably the one thing both of them agreed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me know what you decide to do." With that, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before rising to his feet and exiting her room. He'd let her think about it for a while longer, seeing how Kalista really didn't have the same reasons for wanting to get out of that house as her brother did. He couldn't force her into everything, but he also didn't know what things would be like after he moved out. Without their mother around, Kalista didn't have anyone to actually be a &lt;i&gt;parent&lt;/i&gt; to her. Evan was usually the one who stopped her at the door to make her go and change her clothes so she didn't walk out of the house looking like a street walker when she wanted to go and hang out with her friends; he was the one who made sure she kept to the curfew their mother had set in place for her, and made sure she didn't go out when she had broken it. She hated it, and more often than not they argued over it, but he knew she'd recognize he was doing it for her own good later on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hoped she would, at least.&lt;br /&gt;

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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="700"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 28px; letterspacing: 2px; line-height: 11px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COUPLES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/221571/10226"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/163735/9842"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;graeme + giada dorny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we’re clear on this whole love thing, yeah?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='graeme_cracker' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/graeme_cracker/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/graeme_cracker/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;graeme_cracker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='shelovesyou' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/shelovesyou/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/shelovesyou/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shelovesyou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/336762/13244"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/321641/9761"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;cael gray + cecilia hooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, Cecilia Hooke..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='winsome_wizard' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/winsome_wizard/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/winsome_wizard/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;winsome_wizard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='cecilias' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/cecilias/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/cecilias/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cecilias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/339601/10221"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt; + anya kalinnikov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='username' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;username&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='gillant' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/gillant/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/gillant/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gillant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/375803/10225"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt; + billie trimble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='username' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;username&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='obtineo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/obtineo/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/obtineo/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;obtineo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/114407/10218"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/401984/9786"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;otto bagman + ann shimpling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ottothisworld' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/ottothisworld/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/ottothisworld/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ottothisworld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='healerstouch' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/healerstouch/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/healerstouch/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;healerstouch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/422964/10219"&gt; &lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;orion sinistra + &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mmmsodreamy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/mmmsodreamy/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/mmmsodreamy/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mmmsodreamy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='jasper' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/jasper/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/jasper/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jasper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/371690/9831"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/423336/10230"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;seth wadcock + savannah davies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='wadcock' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/wadcock/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/wadcock/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wadcock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='jot_it_down' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/jot_it_down/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/jot_it_down/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jot_it_down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.insanejournal.com/userpic/26861369/3988824"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/109700/2456"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 14pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;richard thorough + veronica zeller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;…so what kind of girl &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; Richard Thorough take an interest in?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='justbeatit' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/justbeatit/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/justbeatit/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;justbeatit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='veronicas' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/veronicas/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/veronicas/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;veronicas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/425434/7711"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.scribbld.com/userpic/408138/9873"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 16pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;grail yates + scarlett rabnott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some kind of quote by or about your character can go here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='a_bit_twisted' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/a_bit_twisted/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/a_bit_twisted/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;a_bit_twisted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='rabastans' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/rabastans/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/rabastans/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rabastans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="330" style="border: 1px dotted #d8d8d8; padding: 5px; text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt; &lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; color: color:28506d; font-family: courier new; font-size: 14pt; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;  +  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='username' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;username&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='username' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/username/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;username&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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