JAMES RIVERS| 25| BACHELOR'S DEGREE IN COMPUTER ENGINEERING| CEO OF HIS FATHER'S PUBLIC RELATIONS FIRM, RIVERS PR FIRM
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RYAN ROSEWOOD
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JAMES RIVERS| 25| BACHELOR'S DEGREE IN COMPUTER ENGINEERING| CEO OF HIS FATHER'S PUBLIC RELATIONS FIRM, RIVERS PR FIRM
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RYAN ROSEWOOD
23|Student Teacher|Has a son who she would move worlds for
AYDEN ANDERSON
5|STUDENT
Charlie is so adorable. =)
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BLAKE STONE
24|BOTANIST AND MED STUDENT|WEAPON OF PREFERENCE KNIVES
Blake is a very bright and caring student who loves to learn and is an optimist. Her father was in the military, and he taught her how to defend herself and how to shoot a gun, however, she knows that ammo is limited and has very limited herself, so she uses her.twin butterfly knives and a machete she found mainly. She also carries a 9mm pistol her father gave her as a gift.
She has a deep knowledge of plants and kept some books on medicine to refer back to, though she was juststarting medical school when the world went to shit, she knows a lot of how to treat injuries and sicknesses with limited supplies.[/CENTER]
BLAKE STONE
24|BOTANIST AND MED STUDENT|WEAPON OF PREFERENCE KNIVES
Blake is a very bright and caring student who loves to learn and is an optimist. Her father was in the military, and he taught her how to defend herself and how to shoot a gun, however, she knows that ammo is limited and has very limited herself, so she uses her.twin butterfly knives and a machete she found mainly. She also carries a 9mm pistol her father gave her as a gift.
She has a deep knowledge of plants and kept some books on medicine to refer back to, though she was juststarting medical school when the world went to shit, she knows a lot of how to treat injuries and sicknesses with limited supplies.[/CENTER]
Yes. I think that will be fun. Them arriving in a muggle airport and all.
Bump.
Sorry George's is short. It will pick up more with more interaction
I will edit in George soon. My phone is freaking out right now.
Emily hadn't slept as well as she had hoped, getting things in place for her and Sam to get to England soon had consumed most of her time the previous night, and she woke just as Sam was getting out of the shower. She quickly grabbed her things and headed into the bathroom. After showering and drying off, using a towel for her body and her blow dryer for her hair, she began dressing. Now, Emily, though not fully a tashionista, was very fashion forward and loved her clothes and shoes. She dressed for the day in a pair.of skinny jeans that showed off her black heeled booties. Her off white, three quarter sleeve shirt was under a grey cardigan and as always, it was topped off with her dragon necklace. She applied a bit of make up and tousled her hair bit, giving it a bit of form before she exited the bathroom and made herself a cuppa.
"Morning, she greeted, placing her wand in the waistband of her pants, and she smiled to her cousin. "So, everything is arranged. We can have ourselves to England tomorrow, but the plane doesn't leave until later on tonight. So, we can have the.morning to ourselves and pack this afternoon, or vica versa." She informed her cousin, rather happily. Emily, shockingly enough, was a rather.pleasant person in the morning.
But something had settled in. Nerves. This would be the first time she would be meeting Charlie, and this would be the first time she met his family. She would be thoroughly bombarded with everything, and with the wedding just around the corner, she knew she needed to find a gift for the bride and groom. She began fiddling with her necklace again. A habit. A very noticable one, but still she smiled to Sam. "So, are you excited?"
*~*~*~*
George sat there, looking between his mother and brother before speaking. "So, Charlie, are you ever going to read those letters that came for you?" He asked. He knew how much he hated waiting to read his, so Charlie was bound to be anxious. "I will help mum with breakfast." He offered and Molly looked to George. It was an odd offer, considering George never offered to help with cooking. Eating, definitely, but cooking...
"How nice.of you. Thank you."Molly smiled to her son. George stood and got out the eggs and bacon before he saw his mother get up and fetch the pots and pans for the breakfast. It was going to be grand, and George smiled to his mother. The things he would do for his mother and family in general were nothing short of amazing. He hated tension. He truly did.
"Alright, George, you cook the bacon. I need to cut the vegetables for the omletes." Molly sid, and George.obeyed. He was truly glad to see his.mother's mood lightening. It made him feel loads better.
"Morning, she greeted, placing her wand in the waistband of her pants, and she smiled to her cousin. "So, everything is arranged. We can have ourselves to England tomorrow, but the plane doesn't leave until later on tonight. So, we can have the.morning to ourselves and pack this afternoon, or vica versa." She informed her cousin, rather happily. Emily, shockingly enough, was a rather.pleasant person in the morning.
But something had settled in. Nerves. This would be the first time she would be meeting Charlie, and this would be the first time she met his family. She would be thoroughly bombarded with everything, and with the wedding just around the corner, she knew she needed to find a gift for the bride and groom. She began fiddling with her necklace again. A habit. A very noticable one, but still she smiled to Sam. "So, are you excited?"
*~*~*~*
George sat there, looking between his mother and brother before speaking. "So, Charlie, are you ever going to read those letters that came for you?" He asked. He knew how much he hated waiting to read his, so Charlie was bound to be anxious. "I will help mum with breakfast." He offered and Molly looked to George. It was an odd offer, considering George never offered to help with cooking. Eating, definitely, but cooking...
"How nice.of you. Thank you."Molly smiled to her son. George stood and got out the eggs and bacon before he saw his mother get up and fetch the pots and pans for the breakfast. It was going to be grand, and George smiled to his mother. The things he would do for his mother and family in general were nothing short of amazing. He hated tension. He truly did.
"Alright, George, you cook the bacon. I need to cut the vegetables for the omletes." Molly sid, and George.obeyed. He was truly glad to see his.mother's mood lightening. It made him feel loads better.
Sorry its short. I tried.my best to replicate what I had, but I couldn't
It wasn't a long trip inside, but the more Ophelia moved, the harder it became. She wouldn't admit to it, but she had a rather sizable gash on her left side, where she had been hit. While she had some time to herself last night, she had asked Molly to help her heal it, and though it was adequately bandaged and not bleeding, it still burned. Charlie helped her though, putting an arm around her and when they got into the kitchen, he helped her sit down. However, not long after, Oliver came in and Lia gave a soft smile.
"I'm alright, thanks to you. Really though, thank you." She said to him, trying to reassure him as she sipped at her cuppa. "And for sitting in with me for a while, I knew Luka wouldn't be in there so long as George was hurt."
Not long after, Fred came down, and he looked to his mother. "Mum, George is up, and he has a bad headache." He said, and Molly nodded, heading up with her son. Fred was worse for wear, apparently not sleeping at all the night before. It was painful to keep down, but Lia allowed her face to turn to an almost unreadable look. These were the people she was supposed to betray. To kill. To... she shook the thought from her mind, and she closed her eyes.
Charlie sat with Lia and gave her a look. "You sure you are okay?" He asked, giving her an almost knowing look.
"I'm sure Charlie. I may not be 100 percent, but I am okay. Promise." She said, taking a sip of her tea before her eyes moved to look outside. She missed when things were different, before the war, before The Dark Lord came back, before she...
She really needed to quit thinking about that. She did, but with a target on her little sister's back, all she could do now was wait it out. But this was the first time in a long time that she had considered defecting, perhaps becoming an actual double spy unlike Snape. When Dumbledore had died, however, Lia had lost all hope in that plan. Not to mention her father was one of the few Death Eaters that never crossed You Know who.
"Earth to Lia." Charlie said, and quickly she snapped from her thoughts, now realizing that her eyes were damp. She wiped the tears away and Charlie gave her a look.
"It's nothing. Just worried is all." She quickly defended, and he gave a nod. Charlie then turned to Oliver.
"She is not moving well, from being sore, so if she needs help, please help her. I am going to check on George." He said, and soon Lia and Oliver were left alone in the kitchen, and Lia slowly moved to stand.
"I'm going to sit outside, if you want to join me. It is a surprisingly calm morning." She commented.
*~*~*~*
George felt someone sit beside him after what felt like an hour. His sense of time was definitely warped, he knew, but hearing Luka's voice filled him with a bit of warmth. Her question made him try to give a smile, but his face just wouldn't turn. "My head hurts, and the bandages are weird, but Fred went to go get mum." He didn't realize he was whispering.
He heard Oliver briefly before he closed his eyes, the pain lessening slightly when he did so. Not long after Fred's voice came. "Are you sure you are okay to sit up?"
Molly spoke next, "Thank you for sitting with him, Luka. Do you mind helping me with the bandages? Fred, go get the dittany and the bright green phial from the medicine box." Molly said, and George felt the bandages become unraveled from his head. The pressure was leaving his head, but the pain still remained, even if a.little less intense. He let out a sigh.
"Can we leave the bandages off for a bit?" He whispered again. Molly gave a soft smile, though the worry was plain in her face. She had a lot to do today, and she knew George wouldn't be helping much today if at all.
"Sure." She said. "And when breakfast is ready, I will bring you some."
"Mum, I just have a headache, I can make it downstairs." Hearing the worry in his family was breaking his heart, and soon Charlie and Fred returned.
"Charlie got the green phial." Fred announced, and soon George could feel the dittany burning his ear and then the pain disappeared, and he was able to lift his head some more.
"Thank you." He said, and his.mother kissed his forehead.
"Breakfast will be ready soon." She told the small group before heading downstairs again, and George looked to Fred.
"Feel better?" Fred asked, and George nodded.
"A bit." He answered.
"I'm alright, thanks to you. Really though, thank you." She said to him, trying to reassure him as she sipped at her cuppa. "And for sitting in with me for a while, I knew Luka wouldn't be in there so long as George was hurt."
Not long after, Fred came down, and he looked to his mother. "Mum, George is up, and he has a bad headache." He said, and Molly nodded, heading up with her son. Fred was worse for wear, apparently not sleeping at all the night before. It was painful to keep down, but Lia allowed her face to turn to an almost unreadable look. These were the people she was supposed to betray. To kill. To... she shook the thought from her mind, and she closed her eyes.
Charlie sat with Lia and gave her a look. "You sure you are okay?" He asked, giving her an almost knowing look.
"I'm sure Charlie. I may not be 100 percent, but I am okay. Promise." She said, taking a sip of her tea before her eyes moved to look outside. She missed when things were different, before the war, before The Dark Lord came back, before she...
She really needed to quit thinking about that. She did, but with a target on her little sister's back, all she could do now was wait it out. But this was the first time in a long time that she had considered defecting, perhaps becoming an actual double spy unlike Snape. When Dumbledore had died, however, Lia had lost all hope in that plan. Not to mention her father was one of the few Death Eaters that never crossed You Know who.
"Earth to Lia." Charlie said, and quickly she snapped from her thoughts, now realizing that her eyes were damp. She wiped the tears away and Charlie gave her a look.
"It's nothing. Just worried is all." She quickly defended, and he gave a nod. Charlie then turned to Oliver.
"She is not moving well, from being sore, so if she needs help, please help her. I am going to check on George." He said, and soon Lia and Oliver were left alone in the kitchen, and Lia slowly moved to stand.
"I'm going to sit outside, if you want to join me. It is a surprisingly calm morning." She commented.
*~*~*~*
George felt someone sit beside him after what felt like an hour. His sense of time was definitely warped, he knew, but hearing Luka's voice filled him with a bit of warmth. Her question made him try to give a smile, but his face just wouldn't turn. "My head hurts, and the bandages are weird, but Fred went to go get mum." He didn't realize he was whispering.
He heard Oliver briefly before he closed his eyes, the pain lessening slightly when he did so. Not long after Fred's voice came. "Are you sure you are okay to sit up?"
Molly spoke next, "Thank you for sitting with him, Luka. Do you mind helping me with the bandages? Fred, go get the dittany and the bright green phial from the medicine box." Molly said, and George felt the bandages become unraveled from his head. The pressure was leaving his head, but the pain still remained, even if a.little less intense. He let out a sigh.
"Can we leave the bandages off for a bit?" He whispered again. Molly gave a soft smile, though the worry was plain in her face. She had a lot to do today, and she knew George wouldn't be helping much today if at all.
"Sure." She said. "And when breakfast is ready, I will bring you some."
"Mum, I just have a headache, I can make it downstairs." Hearing the worry in his family was breaking his heart, and soon Charlie and Fred returned.
"Charlie got the green phial." Fred announced, and soon George could feel the dittany burning his ear and then the pain disappeared, and he was able to lift his head some more.
"Thank you." He said, and his.mother kissed his forehead.
"Breakfast will be ready soon." She told the small group before heading downstairs again, and George looked to Fred.
"Feel better?" Fred asked, and George nodded.
"A bit." He answered.
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