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((Aiden only, pwease.))

Something was wrong.  Again.  She didn't know what it was, but she could feel it.  There was a thick buzzing in her head, like a thousand bees decided they would infest her brain.  A sort of electricity played over her skin, making her tense up.  She had tried reaching out with her mind and found nothing.  No disturbance in her mental field of traps and safety nets.  No difference in any she felt.  There was absolutely nothing she could detect off balance. 

Which meant it came from her own mind.

Which meant Jonathan.

The headache was back.  A sharp pain that shot through her whenever she moved.  It didn't help that Torrance was crying, waving her tiny fists in the air, her poor little face turning red.  Will just sat there, watching her then turning his huge blue eyes to Stacey, as if curious as to why she wasn't making everything okay like she always did.  Bright sunlight poured through the bay windows, assaulting the pain in her head.

"Shh, hun, everything's okay," she crooned, forcing herself away from her pocket of darkness in the kitchen and reaching for her baby girl.  It hurt to move, and she was incredibly tense, but her baby needed her.  "What's wrong, love, you're okay." She picked the baby up and cradled her against her chest, rocking back and forth, which sent sharp pains up her neck.

"Love, could you come here, please?"  She called, a wave of dizziness washing over her.  She leaned back against the fireplace, wondering why her uncle had decided to influence her now.

((Sorry for the suckyness.))

["Seth?"]

Guilt spread through Alice like poison.  Her skin felt clammy and warm to the touch, even though it was just above freezing outside.  Her long black hair was pulled up into a severe bun on the back of her head, her bangs not in her face for once.  Strikingly blue, her eyes stood out from everything around her.  The world was faded by the winter, but her eyes shone brightly with an unnatural color that could not be dimmed.  Careful footprints trailed behind her as she made her way to the front door of her house.  Well, Seth's house.  She didn't belong here anymore.

She lifted her hand to turn the doorknob, but she hesitated.  Was it really right for her to just walk in there?  She hadn't seen or heard from Seth in three days, and he would know why.  He deserved to at least have a head's up that she was coming in.  She decided to knock, then let herself in.

The house was quiet.  Everything felt... dead.  Nervously Alice pulled off her coat and peered around he corner into the living room.

"Seth?" She called, not yet sure if she wanted him to respond or not.

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((Open!  This is a classtoom RP, guys, for people with elemental powers or can do fancy things with their wands.  Hopefully we can get this thing going again.))

"Good morning, everybody,"

Stacey's voice was projected through the whole room as she entered her class from the door in the back.  Heads turned to watch her, some smiling, others curious.  Those smiling knew her, remembered her from the previous year when she had first started teaching this more advanced class.  There were only a couple faces she didn't recognize, which she found very... disturbing.  She made it her business to know everybody, and the fact that she didn't anymore was shocking.

"Welcome back to all of you.  I'm sure most of you were pleased to find that I would be coming back this semester, and to those who don't know who I am, I am Professor Gray.  I hope you will enjoy my class."  Her eyes were a vibrant violet as she looked around at he students.  She had one of the biggest classrooms.  Along the sides of the room were waist-high ledges that were full of oil lamps, huge bowls of water, candles, fans, and other various containers.  Attatched to the ceiling was a steel frame, from which more candles were sitting.  Her desk was pressed up close to the staircase leading to her office, and the student desks were in two rows close to the ledges.  Most of the room was empty space, but it was well used.

With a wave of her hand, all of the candles in the room jumped to life and heavy shades fell over the windows.  The only light came from the flames now, and the light reflected her pupil's eyes.  Stacey walked around to the front of her desk and leaning against the edge.  She looked a lot different than she had last time she taught.  Then she had been eight months pregnant with her twins, and now they were half a year old.  If you looked at her you couldn't tell she had ever been pregnant.  Except for her hips being slightly wider--which was entirely unfixable--she looked just as she had before.  Her soft brown hair was pulled back into a severe pony tail, and she wore her usual outfit of jeans and a black tee shirt with short sleeves.  The whole robe-thing just didn't really work for her, and she never expected her students to be wearing robes either.  They played with fire too much to have them.

"I think today we'll start on illuminative properties of the elements.  Has anybody ever made anything that gave off any type of light?"  She asked, watching the group with her half-smile.  It was technically against the rules to practice with elemental powers outside of the classroom, but that never stopped her and she sure didn't try to stop anybody else.

It was quiet, which was a good sign.

Alice stood outside the house, an ear tilted towards the door.  She couldn't hear anything at all--but that might not mean that he wasn't there.  She really hoped he wasn't.  It would make things so much more complicated, and she honestly didn't know if she was ready to see him again.  Especially since she was still wearing her short black dress from the night before and Seth's coat.  She refused to wear Axel's on her trip here, but he probbaly understood.  She didn't need to smell even more like Seth's cousin when she knew full well he would know where she was last night.

With a sigh she opened the door and stepped inside.  Her steps and motions were quiet, but she didn't try to be silent.  He would hear her if he was here, and if he wasn't then there was nothing to worry about.  She pulled of her husband's coat and hung back where it belonged, leaving her tennis shoes on.  Slowly she walked towards the living room, peeking in just to make sure it was empty.

((Axel rawr.))

She had to leave.  She couldn't stay in the same house as him after what happened.  It would have been weird, really weird.  So she promised she'd be back tomorrow to get some of her things and left.  Unfortunately, there were a fewt hings wrong with that little plan.  One, she had nowhere to go and nothing to do.  Two, she was still wearing her short and sleeveless dress she had put on for dinner.  Luckily she had grabbed a coat on her way out the door;  unfortunately,  it was Seth's coat she took.

But none of that mattered now.  She couldn't think straight, and so she ran.  Her feet pounded against the ground.  She had had the sense trade her heels for ennis shoes before she left, but that was about the only smart thing she had done.  She had almost no money on her, no friends she could go to, and nothing to do.  Not only that, but it was freezing outside and half of her legs were exposed to the elements.

Running seemed like the best option.  It kept her blood flowing, and it took her mind off things.  She wasn't as fast as she used to be, but fast enough.  Running as a human was different than running as a vampire.  For one, she kind of needed to breathe now.

Someone she managed to make it to the forest, but no further than a tiny clearing a few yards in.  There, she collapsed and promptly started sobbing.  What had her life turned into?

["Axel?"]

((AXEL.))

For winter, it was pretty dang nice outside.  The sun was shining, a thick layer of snow covered everything except for the walking paths.  Christmas was coming, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood.  Things looked perfect, like it had all been planned.  What hadn't been planned was the fight Alice had with Seth.  It had been something stupid and trivial, but fury had poured through Alice like fire. 

Seth had wanted a dog.  Any pet, really, but a pet.  Since that was kind of a mutual thing to agree on gettin, he had asked her what she thought.  Alice had blatantly told him no, without a real reason.  It was because she was scared.  Thirst still came to her, and sometimes she wondered if she was still a vampire.  She longed for the taste of blood, but didn't need it like she used to.  Maybe it was because of the two centuries she had spent seeking it, or maybe she was addicted to it.  Whatever the reason, she couldn't put up with the temptation of having a pet.  It would be too easy to attack.  Not that she would do it on purpose, but she wasn't perfect.  Seth hadn't recieved an answer to why she didn't want a pet.  Alice hadn't told him about all of her vampire-like syptoms.  Some of them like her cold skin and color-changing eyes were hard to hide, and he noticed those.  She had managed to keep the rest away from him though.

This was unfortunately something she couldn't tell him.  She would be too ashamed.  It was like she was too weak to remain human for him, and she didn't want to feel like she did when she was a vampire.  The lonelyness she endured was extraordinary, and she never wanted to go through that again.

So here she was, in the Hogsmead, just walking around.  She looked kept and neat in her dusky grey pea coat and--wait for it--red skinny jeans.  Her long, thick black hair was loose around her shoulders, framing her pale white face as it always did.  She had gone into one of the bars and bought a bottle of firewhiskey.  Sipping on that she meandered down the streets. 

Without wanting to, Alice realized that she was lonely.  The fight had left her exhausted, but she couldn't return to Seth right now, especially not with the smell of alcohol on her.  Being ashamed was one of the things Alice just coudln't handle, and Seth's unending understanding just made it worse sometimes.  Turning a corner a figure caught her eye and she very nearly dropped her bottle.  Leaning up against whatever building she was near, so shook her head and looked again.  The person moved, and she had to jump forward to see where they went.  Black hair fell into her face and she hurridly push it aside.  The person was still moving.  It looked like him.  But it couldn't be.  He was gone.  Dead.  Dead a long time now.  Long enough for her to marry Seth.  And besides the dead didn't--wait, that wasn't true.  The dead could come back.  She herself was proof of that.

Nonetheless, she had to see if it was him.  It couldn't be but she had to be sure.

She pushed ahead, not caring about the people in her way.  The red hair was getting farther away, but ever so slowly she was catching up.  It was like chasing a d@mned rabbit.  They stopped, and Alice did too.  There was no on between them now, just empty space.

"Axel?"

The air was crisp and clean, sharp in the cold.  A soft dusting of fine snow covered the spiky grass. Andy stood at the edge of the lake, wand held in front of him, ready to work.  He was bundled up with a thick pair of wool pants over skinny jeans, a bright red scart showing out of his ducky grey pea coat.  His face was set and unmoving, not seeming to be affected by the bitter cold air that surrounded him.  He wasn't moving at all, honestly.  Grey-blue eyes stared out across the still water, watching something only he could see. 

Anyone looking out at him might have thought he was crazy or frozen.  No one was outside; there were hundred of warm fireplaces and hot drinks inside. But Andy didn't want to go inside.  He much prefered the quiet out here, even if it was cold.  He had no one he could talk to, no one who would listen and care, at least.  Being in a mellow mood, he had decided against staying around his so-called friends.  He wanted to be with someone who would actually care about what happened, who would care about the things he cared about.

It didn't seem like there would ever be anyone like that.

((Open to the girlies.))

((Albus, pwease.))

She ran.  Her feet pounded against the ground, but she was silent. She weaved between the trees like a deer.  She knew this forest well-- better than she should.  Too many days and nights had been spent out here, mostly by herself.  Students weren't supposed to come here, but she always did.  It was a sanctuary of sorts.

She remembered when she used to hide and watch the other kids her age dare each other to enter the dark presence of the trees.  Some would come in, but most wouldn't.  Even if they did, they never came more than a few yards.  Silly children.  They never knew what a wonderfull place the forest was.  Of course, the lack of children was part of the reason it was such a nice place. 

The forest was a keeper of secrets, too.  Its hidden eyes saw more of her true self than any person had.  While her acts had sometimes been witnessed before, she tended to be more guarded around humans.  She never showed off her powers, never flaunted them.  Sure, she might show off a little, but never to her full extent.

As she was running now, she knew exactly what she planned on doing.  She had done almost nothing in the past four months.  Running and doing dangerous activities weren't as easy to do when you were pregnant with twins.  But she wasn't pregnant anymore, so she could do whatever she felt like doing.

And so she ran.

It felt so good to be running again.  Even though the air was cool and crisp, she was dressed only on a tight black shirt and tight black pants.  Her thick brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her face pale and her eyes a vibrant blue.  For the first time in ten months, she felt alive again.  Her heart pounded in her chest and she was winded, but she didn't care.  She was going to run to her clearing if it killed her.

No. Not if it killed her.  She had two children to think about.  She couldn't hurt herself.  She had to be more careful now that she wasn't the only one she had to watch out for.  Her feet slowed her to a walk and she breathed deeply.  -You have to take care of yourself, there are people who need you now.- She forced the thought into her mind as she walked the last few yards to her clearing.  It wasn't really her clearing, but it might as well be.  It was the biggest cleared area around the school, and she had set up spells to make it fireproof and soundproof.  She didn't want anybody wandering over because they heard her explosions, and she didn't want to burn the place down.

She looked around the place lovingly, making sure everything was the same.  Things seemed unchanged since the last time she saw it, but there was a thick layer of leaves covering the ground.  With a swift flick of her wrist there was a gust of wind and the leaves were all blown back into the trees.  She nodded and walked towards the middle of the clearing.  Slowly she raised her hands like a conductor and made small motions.  Music started playing softly, and suddenly there was a feeling of pressure.  Fire spurted from the ground at her feet, dancing to the tune, before spreading around to the music.

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((Oldies, for sure. Sky, Albus, Ginny if she wants, Aves, and whoever. Write long, please.))

"People are going to start showing up soon!" Stacey said hurridly, moving around the house at an inhuman speed to get things picked up and nice. She hadn't realized how messy the house became since the twins. Baby stuff was everywhere. Bottles and toys and blankets. Everything. The house smelled of baby even, which Stacey sure as heck didn't realize until she opened the windows and aired the house out.

"Love, it'll be okay. They won't expect the house to be perfect. You've basically been on bedrest for three months," Aiden assured, walking into the living room holding a wrapped bundle.

"I suppose," Stacey agreed finally. The house actually looked really good. Of course, she had spent the last house using most of her powers to make the house perfectly clean. Things were spotless again, and she would just have to be satisfied for that. She walked from the kitchen counter to the couch, holding another bundle wrapped in a light pink blanket.

She sat down on the couch and Aiden seated himself next to her. Stacey looked at him, then at their two children. Tiny and perfect. More perfect than anything.

"Look at them," she breathed softly, her eyes gleaming a blue so brilliant her eyes looked like gems. She looked good for having given birth to two eight-pound babies just a month ago. Her stomach was a little fuller, but for the msot part she looked the same. There was something different, though. Something in her eyes, her face.... just something. It was the happiness of a new parent. And Aiden had the same look.

"Look at us," Aiden replied, leaning over and kissing Stacey's cheek. She smiled and shook her head slightly, looking up to her husband. His hair was disheveled and his eyes gleamed bright gold. He looked so handsome. Stacey moved to kiss him just as the doorbell sounded.

"Coming!"





((I wrote it quickly. =P Oh well, just join.  ;)))

((Sky. Don`t care who shows up, as it`s one of Sky`s peoples.))

The bar was practically empty tonight. Surprising, since it was a Saturday and only about ten. Jason was sititng at up at the counter, slouched over his drink. This was the first time he`d had alcohol since Sky came back, and he felt sick. His stomach churned the longer he sat there, but he didn`t want to leave. Things were so complicated back home. He had to worry about eveything. Worrying about Sky was his job, but he wished someone else-- not Sky-- would take some of it off his shoulders. But he couldn`t do that to Sky. No, he had to protect her. Things were so fragile now, especially after that last attack, and he found out she had been pregnant.

Pregnant. With his child. Well, there was a chance it might not of been his.... but Sky wouldn`t do that....

Jasin shook his head to clear away the thoughts and took a sip of his liquor. Sky was safe for now. She would be at the school or at home. He left a note....

["D@mn the Ministry! I should be able to do whatever I want in class as no one gets killed or seriosuly injured!"]

Stacey paced around the empty classroom with one hand on her hip and the other pressed against the top of her stomach. Everything was just completely against her today. Not only was it ongodly hot outside, but it was humid as well and it was going to start pouring any second. The twins were restless and kept miving around-- mostly moving her organs around so they could get comfy-- and she was just uncomfortable all over. Her knees and shoulders hurt for some reason she couldn`t fathom, and on top of it all her lesson plans were due. Over the past week she had to rewrite most of it to be "more suitable for a young environment" because of "unsafe properties in the lessons".

Alone and without anyone to talk to she had taken to throwing things and yelling aloud when she was in her classroom. It made her feel better and saved her from getting angry at Aiden. Things were stressfull enough without little fights all the time.

"D@mn the Ministry! I should be able to do whatever I want in class as no one gets killed or seriosuly injured!" She yelled to nothing in particular, launching a soft ball at the wall and watching as it bounced back forcefully. "Ugh. Stingy adults."

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((PG-13 Warning now. She is preggo, people. It makes a lot more sense if you know some of her backround and you know some of my other FFs.))

Things had been quiet for a long time. Stacey was nearly seven months pregnant now, and bulging with the twins. She was still thin, all except for her stomach which had grown quite a bit in the last couple months. Oh well, you got used to it after a while. The weird looks from people, the sudden extra weight, not being able to see your toes. Yeah, you got used to it all. Except for the fact that there is something living inside of you; that you never get accustomed to.

Sometimes when Stacey sat down and could really feel the twins move around a thought would cross her mind. How could a life be created inside of her? Obviously she knew how it happened, but just realizing that that had led to this, well that was a bit different. Even now, and she lay in bed, Stacey could hardly imagine her two children inside of her. She had given up so much after finding out she was pregnant. She couldn`t eat certain things, couldn`t run around like she used to all of the time. She felt old. It was hard to imagine that she was only eighteen and all of this was going on. How did all of those Muggle girls handle it at fifteen or sixteen? Stacey wanted her life back, but at the same time she would never give up her children for the entire universe.

It was dark out, probably about ten thirty, eleven at the latest, and Stacey was lying in bed. On normal circumstances she wouldn`t be caught dead going to bed this early, but being pregnant wore you out. There were about fifteen pounds strapped onto the front of her stomach, and managing around that wasn`t exactly the easiest thing in the world. She was exhausted. Just trying to clean up the house a little bit demanded a nap afterwords. It didn`t take long for her to fall asleep and it was rare that she dreamed. Being tired had a slight advantage. Anyway, it wasn`t long after finding a somewhat comfortable position on her back that she drifted off into the welcome blackness of sleep...

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Falling, again.

Here I was, almost two whole months without a single dream-- let alone a stupid visit-- and I have to deal with this sh!t again. It felt like I was falling down an endless shaft and I couldn`t see anything, but a lot of people were staring at me. I could feel eyes on me, that was for sure, but I saw nothing. I felt uncomfortable, but not at the same time-- if that makes sense. At least now I knew what was coming. Jonathan had "commanded my presence during a vision". Ha. As if I had a choice in how often I got to see my uncle dearest. I guess the reason I was nervous was the fact that I am seven months pregnant. During my first few meetings with Jonathan I had received actual wounds that had been present when I woke up in my own bed. What would happen now that I was carrying two children?

"Please, please just let them be safe," I mumbled to myself. Surely Jonathan wouldn`t let me get hurt. My twins were his kin, just like he was mine, as much as I regretted it. I wasn`t going to rid myself easily of him, and I had never told myself that he would not involve himself with my children. I`m positive that he will try to manipulate his mind just as he does mine, but if he ever even tried thinking about hurting them I would kill him, no matter how difficult it would be.

After an indeterminable amount of time I sighed. Honestly, the falling thing had never really lasted very long, for which I was glad. I felt nauseous and sick. If Jonny boy didn`t end this soon he`d have a falling mess as well as a falling niece.


((Sorry, I know it`s short and there`s not much too it but I suddenly got writer`s block. =P I wanted to at least get this out there, because I`ve been wanting to for a while. Yeah, so... yeah.))

[Name:]

I decided that HPFF needed someone who wasn`t all that nice. I just realized that I have some free time, and guess what I`m doing? Making this guy. This is all spur-of-the-moment stuff, so forgive me if it isn`t all that great. =) Let`s see what happens, shall we? Oh, and it`s 9:53 PM now.

Name: Andrew Matthew Micheals
Nickname(s): Andy, A, Drew

Age: 15; fifteen
Height: 6'1"

Appearance: (PB-Austin Butler) Andy has golden-blond hair that falls to his eyes and ends in a slow curve. His irises are a soft grey-blue that reminds you of the ocean and they are set into his thin face. He`s tall and athletically strong; muscles are obvious when he`s wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He has full lips that are usually the first thing girls notice about him.



Race: pureblood wizard
Parents: wanda cress-micheals, mother, pureblood; matthew micheals, father, pureblood

Personality: Andrew is extremely self-confident. He believes in himself and can make anyone believe in him too. His power of persuasion attracts people to him, and he likes that. He`s never really had to work for anything, so he`s somewhat lazy, but likes activity and sports. Andy can be a bully, a snob, whatever you call him. In general he`s not that nice of a person. Lies come easily to him, and he can talk his way in or out of anything. He knows that he`s attractive physically and he uses that to his advantage in most cases. He can also read people physically really well. He knows a lot about body language and can tell what a person os feeling or thinking by how they react to him.

Likes: money, friends, the outdoors, cleanliness, his appearance, girls, talking, sports, flying, air, persuasion
Dislikes: not having material items, the indoors, messy things, sloppiness, stuffy rooms
Power: in addition to the powers that come along with being a wizard, andrew excels in using small charms. he also had a slight control over the element of air.

History: Andrew always had everything he could ever want at his fingertips. He had a twin sister named Cristy who was also greatly spoiled. Since there was nothing he wanted that he didn`t have, he grew very confident in himself and somewhat snobby. He had many friends in his neighborhood, but never really kept any of them. His parents never really paid much attention to him or his sister and they grew up mostly by themselves, fending for their own lives. When he came to Hogwarts he adjusted easily and always had top marks and friends. He plays on the Quidditch team as a beater, and usually hangs out with other members of the team.


Okay, it stinks, I know. It`s now 10:44. =) I will definately be working on this guy as I use him more.

["Ugh!"]

-My feet hurt.-

Stacey couldn`t help but notice that as she moved around the common room, picking up a book here or a scroll there. Classes would start in about three weeks, and she needed to perfect her class plans still. She would have substitute for a few months, but she planned on coming back. She loved her job. Well, secretly she knew that she wouldn`t be ready to take care of two children, and Aiden had always insisted on working even though her father had a huge bank account in their names. Her mom would be coming down and helping. She was still a bit upset with her father, so she hadn`t talked to him about it much.

Finally collapsing on the couch, she realized just how little it took for her to be tired any more. It made her angry, actually. She loved running around in the forest or suddenly deciding to go swimming in the lake. But those things required being quick. While she could hear and smell better currently-- side effects of all the hormones-- but still, she wasn`t fast enough for the creatures that inhabited those spots.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed loudly after a moment, letting her head fall onto the back of the couch. She was burning up in her maternal short-sleeved shirt and shorts. With a flick of her fingers the fire went down and heat left the room.

"Much better."

["Sky!"]

-Sky`s home.-

The thought had snapped into Stacey`s head the second Jason Apparated them home. She had smiled, knowing that thigs would be better now. Hopefully Jason would remember the pictures she had left on the mantle, but if he didn`t right away she would understand. They had a lot of catching up to do.

It had been three days since she had felt Sky`s presence back at the house, and Stacey had since sent her friend an owl with a letter basically demanding Sky to come to the school on this day. Stacey missed Sky and wanted to make sure she was okay. The barriers she placed on their house had told her that Sky was home, but not if she was hurt or anything.

At least it was nice out; the sun was shining and it was only around eighty degrees-- perfect for taking a walk or something. Stacey herself was hot, though. She had on white shorts and a yellow tank top. Sweat dampened her hairline and the back of her neck. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun away from her face. Her stomach was huge-- almost as big as a person having one baby would be at eight months. Stacey had a folding fan in her hand and was waving it back and forth in front of her face.

"Sky!" she called out loudly to what seemed like air, but also pushing out with her mind, "Where are you? You`re late! You know how impatient I am." She smiled as a wind started blowing around her. Sky would be there soon.

["My avenging angel is gone,"]

((AVES.))

Alice moved through the trees like a ghost. Her white skin almost glowed in the moonlight, and her ebony hair that fell over her shoulders swallowed in the shadows of the night. Her eyes were dark and downcast. Nothing about her was alarming. Not any more, at least. She looked like a normal teenager; depressed and pale.

Axel was dead. He hadn`t been her life that long, and they hadn`t had much together. But it had been something. He had lifted her back up when she had fallen. She had asked for death and he had refused. He had saved her life, and she had lost his. She had let him fall away into nothingness, into the black serenity of death that she had been waiting for two hundred years to meet. And yet here she was. She, who had lived through the roughest times of history and the hardest parts of living, even though she had been dead. Now she had awaken, but at the cost of her savior.

Alice had asked to meet Avalee just barely a week after the accident. Avalee was the one who really needed comfort, she had been the closest to Axel and the one most affected my his death. Alice couldn`t imagine how Avalee felt if she herself felt this terrible.

She finally made it to a spot not far from the edge of the forest, where there was a small pond and a huge flat rock to sit on. Alice seated herself and waited, her ears listening for any sound of movement.

"My avenging angel is gone," she whispered into the wind.

["No."]

The ground was really dusty. It hadn`t rained in about two weeks, and everything was dry. Everything was fine back in Hogsmead, but everywhere around it needed some rain. Good thing there was a huge storm coming. The sky was dark with clouds and the air was heavy, but it hadn`t rained yet. Once it did everything would soon be soaked.

Jason was wandering around a Muggle area. He had been traveling through the area for a while now-- mostly since Sky left. He was at an outdoor sale thing. There were vendors under tents near a church. Fundraiser or something. Jason liked moving around, traveling. Being home reminded him of Sky too much, and that was hard. At least when he was going to different places he could pretend that he was trying to find her, not just avoiding the place that meant the most to them as a couple.

"Sir, can I interest you in some--"

"No." Jason cut off the old man who had spoken to him. It was rude, yes, but he couldn`t help himself. He had changed since she had gone. Become more rugged. He didn`t really like the change-- he didn`t mean to be rude-- but he couldn`t help it.

["Aiden, love, are you almost done?"]

((Aiden?))

There weren`t very many people out today. It was humid and easily ninety degrees. The air felt heavy, and there was definately going to be a storm soon. Stacey stood in an open doorway on Diagon Alley, her emerald eyes scanning the street. She had on black shorts and a light blue thin-strapped top. Her hands were cupped above and below her stomach. It was now obvious that Stacey was pregnant. Her belly stuck out pretty far, and she was constantly getting comments from random people on the street. Most were nice--wishing her luck and whatnot-- but others weren`t quite so sweet.

"Aiden, love, are you almost done?" she called into the store. She had not clue what was in the store or what Aiden was doing in there. She guessed it was something to do with the twins, but who knew?

((Eh, not so good, but we needed a topic.))

[Name:]

Name: Alice Rowena Brokeheart

Age: Looks- 18 Actually- 208

Height: 5'5"

Appearance: Alice Brokeheart is rather short, but looks good that way. She has soft, very short black hair that frames her face beautifully. Her bangs are chopped off just abover her nose, and the rest of her hair is about chin length. She has a heart-shaped face, with a little nose and almond-shaped eyes. Her legs and arms are nicely muscular, and she is strong for a human. She has many dark freckles sprinkled across her face and arms, but the rest of her skin is pale white.

Overall, she is a picture of a simple beauty. When she was changed into a vampire, she was gifted with enormous strength, beauty, and powers. She has learned a lot over her couple centuries of death. She doesn`t have high self-esteem, though, and tries to hide inside herself. That`s why she usually has her hair in her eyes and stays away from most people. When she was turned back into a human, however, she became more outgoing and her supernatral looks stayed. She seems even prettier, though, because she is much happier.

Race: Human

Parents: Jack and May Brokeheart (deceased)

Personality: Alice has an extrememly bubbly personality, but a bit shy. Despite this, she can get very mad, very easily. She liked some things to be constant, but likes change in others. Alice is a passionate person, though. She loves deeply and strongly. Once she realizes how you will react to her, Alice can actually be really charming. She becomes very loyal and trusting when other people treat her the same way. She has a strong opinion but usually keeps it to herself. She was a vampire in the early 1800`s, when people were huntiing vampire and witches, so she was careful then, but no longer is now. She wants to make the most of her life and promised herself that when she eventually died she would have no regrets.

Likes: Love, serentity, calm, candle light, animals, and dark chocolate.

Dislikes: Nonsense noises, loud and crouded places, too much darkness, and bats.

Power: Besides normal wizadring powers, Alice can conrol the four main elements, sense thoughts, and feel other people`s feelings. Her senses are more acute than a human`s but no where near as advanced as a vampire`s.

History: Alice was born on a June night in the year 1802. When she was sixteen, she was taken by a group of vampires when she was walking out in the night. On her first atepmt to escape, she was bitten. She eascaped on her second attempt and made her way home. There, she found her father dead and blamed it on her mom. Alice left her mother and was taken in at a wizadring school in Wales, even though she was a vampire, but was expelled for missing classes, which is when she went hunting. Hogwarts excepted her a few years later and has been staying there for a few years as a refuge.

At first she thought that she might stay at Hogwarts, or go from school to school for the rest of her living death. She also thought that she might travel, but she only looks about seventeen. Then she met some really nice people, and other vampires, too. One of them in particular made her think that she was something special, and she has been thinking about staying with him for a while. She doesn`t like being a vampire much, and wishes sometimes that the vampire who chaged her would`ve just killed her.

After being at Hogwarts for about fifty years Alice met a boy named Landon Seth Lockheart. They quickly became friends and soon fell in love. Seth`s precense changed Alice greatly. She felt so loved that one day she woke up a human.



((Just updating it since she`s a human now. It`s kinda bad, but it needed to be done.))

Alice ran up the stairs, her black hair flying out behind her. She was getting married. No joke, honest to God, married. And she wasn`t going to back out of it this time. She knew that she couldn`t live one day without Seth, because she had tried. It seemed her whole world boiled down to him, now. There was nothing else.

She rushed into her private room in the girl`s dormitory and started ripping through her clothes. In two minutes everything was ready, and she was running back downstairs. Being human meant that she didn`t have inhuman speed anymore, but she was still fast. She was outside the front door a minute later, her two bags in hand. Seth would be coming out any moment, and then they were leaving.

Everything seemed to be going to fast, but slow at the same time. Things dragged on, the minutes seeming like hours. She wanted to be bound to Seth forever, legally. She didn`t care what anybody thought. She loved him and she would be d@mned if anyone was going to get in her way.