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The Muggle and the Witch Chp.4The Muggle and the Witch
Lily waited for the boy called Eric outside of the classroom, for the first time in weeks she was excited about something. She finally met someone who was like her, an outsider. Something told her that he came from her neck of the woods, the wizardry community. But she knew she couldn't say it outright she had to be clever and do something to make him say he was a wizard.
It wasn't long till Eric met up with her and they immediately started talking about whatever subject came to their heads. The first thing he asked her was why an English girl like her was studying at a school no one knew or cared about across the Atlantic.
"My father moved our family here so we would be safe from the fighting, he didn't want me growing up and going to school surrounded by violence. This wasn't the ideal place for me to study, but it was the best we could get for now," she answered, longing for the Hogwarts castle that she never knew.
"What fighting?" as
The Reawakening Chp. 3The Reawakening
The Never Loved
Katara awoke to darkness and cold hard stone, if it wasn't for the warmth of her friends that huddled close to her she would have believed she was a resident of the tomb. She slowly sat up and stretched, the cold air having sunk into her bones making them stiff and creak when she moved. She longed for the open air of the outside world, and the freedom nature possessed. She felt so claustrophobic, it seemed to drive her insane and she prayed she wasn't slowly losing her mind.
They had found a way out of Zuko's tomb, only to be lost again in the maze of the burial's tunnels. Every Fire Lord statue they passed seemed to gaze down at them menacingly, making the group cower in the darkness. They wanted to get out and fast, but despite their misery, fear, hunger, and anxiousness no blamed anyone, not even Aang.
They all stood from the spot where they had chosen to rest and continued on their way. After a few hours it dawned on Sokka that they where g
The Reawakening Chapter 2The Reawakening
Tomb of the Lost Lords
The young teens found the darkness of the tomb oppressive. The only light came from the small flame in Aang's palm, which everyone clung to like it was a lifeline. They slowly and quietly made their way through the narrow hallways, as if they ran the risk of waking the dead. They passed elaborate doorways that bore the names and statues of long forgotten Fire Lords. Aang stopped and examined each one, hoping that it would be the one he was looking for. But sadly none of them where, since the dates of their reigns where over 200 years ago. But nevertheless they continued to make their way through the dark and damp hallways, not realizing that the hallways where becoming more and more of a maze.
"Didn't we just come this way?" asked Sokka, gazing at the now familiar statue of a long dead Fire Lord.
"I don't think so," said Aang, holding his flame high. "What do you think Toph?"
"I don't know, I can't tell, everything I see is fuzzy, there'
The Muggle and the Witch Chp.3The Muggle and the Witch
The Rebel Angel
The bruise on his left eye throbbed painfully the entire car ride. He didn't want to go to some boarding school that nobody cared about, he would rather go back to the United Kingdom, like he did every summer to be with his uncle. He hated his father and his so called family. The only person he loved was his Uncle Owen.
He slouched even deeper into the backseat, thinking of ways he could escape the hell that was his life. He thought up these plans more out of comfort then for purpose, seeing that he rarely followed through on them. He had come close a couple of times to escape, but each time he had only made it as far as the train or bus station before the cops or his father grabbed him and dragged him back home. The bruise his eye bore was the most recent result of one of the attempts.
Even now at the age of fifteen he knew what he was, an outsider. He knew he didn't belong with the high society crowd that his family came from. They a
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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