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cris • tee • nuh (

cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-11-04 00:36:00

+++sarahflavors

sarah
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ pick-your-own
	bitchy Sarah Stebbins was not handling being pregnant very well. Not very well at all. And of course, she couldn't just be pregnant with one child, oh, oh no. There were two babies cramped up inside her, two babies who found great pleasure to take turns kicking at her kidneys and sitting on her bladder. She had to go to the loo so often Brier had set up a little couch for her to bloody pass out on in the middle of the night! "You have to be fucking kidding me!" she let out loudly, not at all aware of the scowls and glares she was receiving from the people behind her in line. The people who had been rude enough not to offer her a seat or let her cut in line. Honestly, honestly. Sarah did not go around parading her gigantic self to obtain those types of benefits all pregnant women supposedly received, but it was downright insulting when she got bumped in the shoulder and no one even apologized or checked to see if her water had burst! "I am not going to the back of the line!" This ministry 'official' in front of her would have another thing coming if he expected her to go back to the third floor, get another set of parchment, and then get back on the ridiculously long and winding line. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, it's policy---" "Policy my ass!" Sarah let out a string of curse words in her strange mix of a Wisconsin and Scottish accent, causing the official to stare at her with wider bug eyes than before. Her hand pressed firmly into the small of her back, trying to find some support in all of this, and she slapped her other on the counter in front of her, "I'm going to get my husband and he will sue your ass for all it's worth!" "This isn't about money or anything---" "I WILL MAKE IT ABOUT MONEY!" "Oy--oy!" the familiar sound of Brier's voice made Sarah's head whip away from the now cowering individual behind the counter. Her husband pushed through the crowd, hands out in a placating manner, "Why didn't you wait for me? I told you I would've---" Sarah let out a screech and burst into tears, the parchment flying all over as she stormed away from the line. She heard Brier repeat the 'I'm sorry, she's extremely hormonal' apology he had been using for the past six months, and found herself an empty bench to slam down on. Or, well, she slammed down on an almost empty bench and the poor person sitting on the opposite end jumped up and skittered away at the glare she sent their way. Twins. Fucking hell. return to top
	traumatized It--he wasn't supposed to be doing this! return to top
	betrayed Sarah's hand flew up to her face, the touch of her fingers stinging against her bruised cheek. "Mom!" she cried out, staring in absolute shock at the woman who had slapped her. Sarah backed away, her mouth dropped in surprise, in a silent scream, in just confusion. Her mother looked nearly as terrified, but a moment later she was pointing a stiff finger straight between Sarah's eyes. "How dare you say that about your father," she snapped, and Sarah lost all the color in her face. "He's not---" "He practically raised you!" "Mom---he---I'm not lying!" Tears struck her eyes return to top
	flustered Sarah wasn’t really sure how she ended up in the hitwizard cells, but there she was: behind bars in the hitwizard cells. Hell, hell, hell. She was definitely going to get deported now, and she wouldn’t even have a cool story behind it! She had been out past curfew was all she could say. It hadn’t even been about rebelling against the rules, Sarah had literally just forgotten about it. And now here she was, locked up because of her bad memory, and now she was going to be kicked out of the country! Unless her last ditch effort to save her visa came through. “Sarah?” She shot up off the bench at the sound of her name and looked through the bars. Oh, oh, it had worked! Sarah rushed forward to the bars, afraid to touch them because they weren’t metal or anything, but this puce colored spell and she didn’t know if it would zap her hands or not. Between the bars she could see the wonderful form of her hopefully-savior, Brier Stebbins. In the back of her head, she knew that she should not have requested him, shouted his name at the guards. Sarah knew she couldn’t afford his services, and the last time they’d run into each other he had even told her that he should not be giving her free legal advice. Sarah knew she couldn’t contact her brother, because if he had the power to bail her out, he would grab hold of her and drag her back to Wisconsin, which was the absolute last place she wanted to be. Brier was her only hope, but Sarah was humble enough to admit that. Maybe part of her had just wanted to see his face one last time in case she did get shipped back home, Sarah couldn’t be sure. “Brier!” she let out, bouncing on her toes, “Hi!” “Hi? What---what happened? Why are you behind bars! Are you okay? How long have you been here? Why did you call me?” he asked in what sounded like his rapid fire solicitor tone. Sarah gulped and shrugged, feeling like a child who had eaten one too many cookies from the cookie jar. “Well, you see...what happened was...” She explained the entire ordeal, complete with wild gesticulations and vocal mimicry of the hitwizards who had not shown her any sympathy. They’d actually been a bit rough with her, maybe she could file a charge of hitwizard brutality! Sarah was red in the face, feeling exhausted by the time she got to the end of her tale; she’d been through a lot today! “...and I didn’t know who else to ask for!” Her large, round eyes blinked quickly and her chest rose with her rapid breaths. Brier stared back at her with a look of disbelief, and he let out a strange sort of breath. Sarah was sure he was going to shake his head and walk away, and she watched him take a few steps toward the opposite wall before he turned back around, his arms crossing over his chest. He stared at her in a peculiar manner, as if he was trying to read her mind. Sarah squirmed under his gaze and she felt a flush go up her neck. “You’re out of your mind,” he finally said. Sarah jumped a little in surprise (that he hadn’t left), but Brier wasn’t finished. He began to pace, his hands going out in frustration, “I shouldn’t even be here, this isn’t even my field. Do you know how much trouble you could be in? Especially with your pending citizenship, you’ve gone and created unnecessary dramatics that could look so poorly for your case! You’re probably one of the first to go against the curfew, so there’s a good chance there will be severe ramifications for your seemingly blatant ignorance of the law! I don’t see a good outcome for you at all!” He stopped in front of her, breathing heavily through his nose, his face looking as if his mind was racing a mile a minute. Even though she’d just been scolded with legal jargon, Sarah lifted her chin. She smiled slyly, knowing that she shouldn’t be, but she was. He was pretty cute when he got all flustered, “But you came anyway.” Brier was speechless for the first time in the encounter. His mouth shut only to open again, and then shut once more. He was at a loss for words, and Sarah’s grin turned wicked. She shouldn’t be so amused by his befuddlement as he had basically just stated that there was not much for him to do for her if the ministry did decide to press charges, but his eyes scrunched up in the most interesting of ways when he was thinking. “I came anyway,” he repeated with an affirmative nod. Sarah’s heart thudded hard in her chest; she still had a chance to get out of here, she still had a chance with this bloke that she couldn’t get her mind off of. return to top

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