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Thanks to Emily's encouragement, Samantha was able to collect herself back together and relaxed. Although her heart continued to race rapidly from the realization that George has now heard her accent, Samantha was at least no longer running around the room like a headless chicken. When Emily began fidgeting with the pendant hanging elegantly from around her neck, this caught Samantha's attention. Traveling to England was something that she knew, deep within her heart, Emily truly wanted. They both had made friendships, albeit through pen pals, in the other country.
"Ye (You) really waant (want) me tae (to) gang (tag) alang (along)?" Samantha found it difficult to give a reason why she shouldn't accept her cousin's request. After all, America did bore her quite greatly. England was a new place, somewhere she had yet to visit. If Emily insisted, Samantha would not be able to resist her. Besides, perhaps seeing their pen pals would be a great adventure? At least, that's the theory Samantha held at the moment.
Samantha's love for her cousin was able to override her fear towards traveling. She'd do absolutely anything for her cousin, even facing her fears. " Ahright (Alright)," she agreed with a series of sighs. "Ah'll (I'll) go."
* * *
Home was such a strange place for him to be now. Nothing felt the same. Sure, having the loving embraces of his family was wonderful, but Charlie could sense the undertones of everyone's behavior. Simple, little things that someone else might have never even noticed. For example, his mother's eyes seemed to linger upon George. Specifically his left side and that's how Charlie finally became aware that his brother had sustained a terrible injury. He didn't say anything, though. It wasn't just his mother that showed this uneasiness.
Even Ginny, his innocent and precious sister, seemed unsettled whenever she'd glance out a window to the sky. England was becoming torn to pieces and everyone knew it. Some might not accept it, but that's just an action driven by fear and discomfort. When Charlie awoke the next morning, he discovered the house quite. No one else was yet to rise from their beds. Understandable, considering Charlie has always been the first to wake up in the early mornings.
Enjoying the silence for a while, the letter was once again held in Charlie's hands. He debated on opening it now. Curious to read what Emily had written inside, but still refused to break the seal. Suddenly the echoes of footsteps caught his attention. Charlie hurried to stuff the letter beneath his pillow and feigned being asleep. The door opened, two eyes of amber peering inside cautiously.
"Charlie?" That voice was so shaken, on the brink of tears. "Charlie?"
Overwhelmed by his mother's tone, the ginger-haired male lifted from his bed and slowly walked to her. She immediately embraced him once again. He felt the dampness of his night-shirt and that's when he knew. His mother was crying.
"Ye (You) really waant (want) me tae (to) gang (tag) alang (along)?" Samantha found it difficult to give a reason why she shouldn't accept her cousin's request. After all, America did bore her quite greatly. England was a new place, somewhere she had yet to visit. If Emily insisted, Samantha would not be able to resist her. Besides, perhaps seeing their pen pals would be a great adventure? At least, that's the theory Samantha held at the moment.
Samantha's love for her cousin was able to override her fear towards traveling. She'd do absolutely anything for her cousin, even facing her fears. " Ahright (Alright)," she agreed with a series of sighs. "Ah'll (I'll) go."
* * *
Home was such a strange place for him to be now. Nothing felt the same. Sure, having the loving embraces of his family was wonderful, but Charlie could sense the undertones of everyone's behavior. Simple, little things that someone else might have never even noticed. For example, his mother's eyes seemed to linger upon George. Specifically his left side and that's how Charlie finally became aware that his brother had sustained a terrible injury. He didn't say anything, though. It wasn't just his mother that showed this uneasiness.
Even Ginny, his innocent and precious sister, seemed unsettled whenever she'd glance out a window to the sky. England was becoming torn to pieces and everyone knew it. Some might not accept it, but that's just an action driven by fear and discomfort. When Charlie awoke the next morning, he discovered the house quite. No one else was yet to rise from their beds. Understandable, considering Charlie has always been the first to wake up in the early mornings.
Enjoying the silence for a while, the letter was once again held in Charlie's hands. He debated on opening it now. Curious to read what Emily had written inside, but still refused to break the seal. Suddenly the echoes of footsteps caught his attention. Charlie hurried to stuff the letter beneath his pillow and feigned being asleep. The door opened, two eyes of amber peering inside cautiously.
"Charlie?" That voice was so shaken, on the brink of tears. "Charlie?"
Overwhelmed by his mother's tone, the ginger-haired male lifted from his bed and slowly walked to her. She immediately embraced him once again. He felt the dampness of his night-shirt and that's when he knew. His mother was crying.
It's fine.
I have work in a little bit too.
My first day. O_O
But I'll try and get a post up before I leave.
I have work in a little bit too.
My first day. O_O
But I'll try and get a post up before I leave.
Alright. ^__^
"Would it be a problem if he was?" Erika challenged, leaning forward and tugged Neil down by the necktie. "Why should it matter, anyway?" In the Maid's club, they have people of all sexual preferences and it never causes trouble. "Honestly," Erika sighed heavily and relaxed back against the couch. "I never thought the Host Club would be led by a bigot."
Unable to fathom the horrible reality of this club, Erika decided it was time for her to leave. She stood up from the couch and went to walk off, but happened to get her foot caught with one of the twins. Immediately she fell forward, landing sprawled onto of one of the brothers.
* * *
"I don't know who she is," Jacklyn answered her brother quickly. She saw the lockets and immediately a grin appeared on her lips. "They're lovely!" Jacklyn wore her locket with complete pride and embraced her brother yet again.
In the background, Elena observed the heartfelt scene. Martha and Emily were still caught in their conversation. Francis was busy organizing the tea cups in privacy, happening to catch a glance of the twins every now and then, making her smile happily.
"Maybe we should welcome here?" Someone whispered from behind Elena. Taking a quick survey of the area, Elena knew it had to be the club's most reclusive member: Nuka. She usually only comes around when requested. However, she found this situation worth her time. "He's a real cutie and it would make Jackie happy, y'know?"
Elena sighed, leaning back gently against the other female's chest. Nuka accepted the weight, arms wrapping tenderly around Elena's waist. "The Host Club won't allow that." It was true. They claimed Jack as their own and wouldn't accept him leaving now so suddenly. Elena collapsed into her lover's embrace, eyes shutting slowly as Nuka pressed kisses into her hair.
Unable to fathom the horrible reality of this club, Erika decided it was time for her to leave. She stood up from the couch and went to walk off, but happened to get her foot caught with one of the twins. Immediately she fell forward, landing sprawled onto of one of the brothers.
* * *
"I don't know who she is," Jacklyn answered her brother quickly. She saw the lockets and immediately a grin appeared on her lips. "They're lovely!" Jacklyn wore her locket with complete pride and embraced her brother yet again.
In the background, Elena observed the heartfelt scene. Martha and Emily were still caught in their conversation. Francis was busy organizing the tea cups in privacy, happening to catch a glance of the twins every now and then, making her smile happily.
"Maybe we should welcome here?" Someone whispered from behind Elena. Taking a quick survey of the area, Elena knew it had to be the club's most reclusive member: Nuka. She usually only comes around when requested. However, she found this situation worth her time. "He's a real cutie and it would make Jackie happy, y'know?"
Elena sighed, leaning back gently against the other female's chest. Nuka accepted the weight, arms wrapping tenderly around Elena's waist. "The Host Club won't allow that." It was true. They claimed Jack as their own and wouldn't accept him leaving now so suddenly. Elena collapsed into her lover's embrace, eyes shutting slowly as Nuka pressed kisses into her hair.
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Yay.
I posted my replies. ^^
I posted my replies. ^^
Emily was lovely as always. A natural beauty, unlike a majority of the women that Samantha encountered recently. Even though they both share Scottish heritage through their relatives, Emily's appearance was heavily influenced by her French lineage. The coloring of her hair and absence of freckles along her skin made it quite obvious that she didn't strongly inherit the Scottish features. On the other hand, Samantha is basically the perfect representation of a pure Scotswoman. Not that she's ashamed, though. Samantha loves her hair and freckles. Everything was proceeding pleasantly. Samantha listened to what her cousin had to say, but suddenly remembered Emily's earlier comment...
"Some one piss you off, Sammy? I didn't think you would ever send someone a howler."
The Howler! It sent automatically!
Instant dread and dismay fell upon Samantha's shoulders. The frightened Witch succumb to anxiety and frantically began pacing around her living room in a wide spread circle. It was rather amusing to witness. The poor woman seemed overwhelmed. Hands tangled up within her auburn hair, knotting it together. Eyes widened to the brink of tears, cheeks taking on a bright shade of red as she began to hyperventilate.
"How cuid (could) ah (I) be sae (so) glaikit (stupid)? Ah (I) ne'er (never) meant tae(to) send that!"
* * *
"Poor Fred isn't the popular one anymore?" Charlie taunted, waving his unopened letter teasingly in front of the other's face. Honestly, he didn't want to open the letter in the company of his family. Even though the curiosity was eating him alive inside, Charlie set it aside in his pocket. Returning to the living room after wards, Molly called everyone to the kitchen table for supper. The topic of conversation shifted from George's mysterious pen pal to the adventures Charlie had back in Romania.
Speaking tales of dragons, life threatening experiences and a near fatal collision with an Australian Breckenridge...Molly pleaded for a change of conversation. Charlie saw the distress on his mother's face and chuckled loudly, "I promise it's not nearly as dangerous as you're thinking. Mum, I'm careful."
For the first time of the evening, Arthur spoke up above the children. "What happened to your arm, then?"
Charlie had almost forgotten about the recent injury. The bandages needed to be changed. Spots of dried blood were visible through the wrappings. In all honesty, Charlie is lucky to even still have his arm attached. To his answer his father, Charlie just shrugged. "I don't think mum needs to know the details, dad."
"I'm glad you're back, Charlie." Ginny pipped, reaching over to hug Charlie's uninjured arm.
The elder sibling grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to his sister's forehead. Once dinner concluded, everyone was excused to their own accord. The golden trio went upstairs to their bedrooms. William and Fleur had yet to arrive. Ginny was cleaning the kitchen with her mother. Arthur went out to the shed and Charlie watched his twin brothers heading up to their rooms. He sighed, leaning back on the couch. Happening to glance at the ancient clock for a moment, seeing the spoons mostly gathered on the 'Home' tab, he smiled happily.
"Some one piss you off, Sammy? I didn't think you would ever send someone a howler."
The Howler! It sent automatically!
Instant dread and dismay fell upon Samantha's shoulders. The frightened Witch succumb to anxiety and frantically began pacing around her living room in a wide spread circle. It was rather amusing to witness. The poor woman seemed overwhelmed. Hands tangled up within her auburn hair, knotting it together. Eyes widened to the brink of tears, cheeks taking on a bright shade of red as she began to hyperventilate.
"How cuid (could) ah (I) be sae (so) glaikit (stupid)? Ah (I) ne'er (never) meant tae(to) send that!"
* * *
"Poor Fred isn't the popular one anymore?" Charlie taunted, waving his unopened letter teasingly in front of the other's face. Honestly, he didn't want to open the letter in the company of his family. Even though the curiosity was eating him alive inside, Charlie set it aside in his pocket. Returning to the living room after wards, Molly called everyone to the kitchen table for supper. The topic of conversation shifted from George's mysterious pen pal to the adventures Charlie had back in Romania.
Speaking tales of dragons, life threatening experiences and a near fatal collision with an Australian Breckenridge...Molly pleaded for a change of conversation. Charlie saw the distress on his mother's face and chuckled loudly, "I promise it's not nearly as dangerous as you're thinking. Mum, I'm careful."
For the first time of the evening, Arthur spoke up above the children. "What happened to your arm, then?"
Charlie had almost forgotten about the recent injury. The bandages needed to be changed. Spots of dried blood were visible through the wrappings. In all honesty, Charlie is lucky to even still have his arm attached. To his answer his father, Charlie just shrugged. "I don't think mum needs to know the details, dad."
"I'm glad you're back, Charlie." Ginny pipped, reaching over to hug Charlie's uninjured arm.
The elder sibling grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to his sister's forehead. Once dinner concluded, everyone was excused to their own accord. The golden trio went upstairs to their bedrooms. William and Fleur had yet to arrive. Ginny was cleaning the kitchen with her mother. Arthur went out to the shed and Charlie watched his twin brothers heading up to their rooms. He sighed, leaning back on the couch. Happening to glance at the ancient clock for a moment, seeing the spoons mostly gathered on the 'Home' tab, he smiled happily.
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