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Post by isabella on Jul 18, 2010 14:56:05 GMT -5
 (WHEN I SEE YOUR SMILE)tears roll down my face , i can't replace[/color] NOW THAT I AM STRONG , I'VE FIGURED OUT. . . . . . . . . . . . .Isablella Marie Swan has returned to school about a week ago, and yet her memory was still as good as gone. She had been to just about every corner of the castle trying to jump start her memory and yet, nothing worked. She felt utterly alone in the world, not knowing anyone interesting in school. In fact, everyone remotely interesting to her graduated last year, since they weren't in school anymore. Laying in her common room, all alone one Saturday night, she decided to go out. Where, she didn't really care, who she met, that part she did care about. She would be looking for someone she used to know. She didn't care who she found, as long as it was someone interesting.
Silently, she made her way to her dorm room to change out of her pj's. She picked out a shirt that revealed her pierced belly, and a pair of black skinny jeans with the American flag on it. She remembered visiting America with her father the summer before her fifth year when she bought those jeans, and she wipped her eyes, having heard the news of her father yet again. How could she have forgotten that? Such a big event in her life should stick with her forever. But that didn't. She switched her plain belly ring for one with a dangling snake, and slid into a pair of muggle converse, great for if she needed to make a quick escape and quickly fixed her hair, hurrying out the door.
Bella made her way across the grounds, walking slow so she didn't get dirty, and remaining in the shadows. The last thing she needed was to get caught sneaking out of bed past curfew. She made her off the grounds and, once she cleared the grounds, apparated to the center of Hogsmade, walking around in search of people that seemed the slightest bit familiar to her. Finally, with an aggrivated sigh, she came to a new shop, one she never saw before. It was nearing one in the morning, and the place seemed quite desolate from the window. Don't do it. a little voice that belonged to her instincts whispered in her ear. She contemplated what to but but, in the end, Bella's curiousity won out over her instincts and she opened the door, hearing the annoying chime and shushed it. With her wand ready in her hand, she looked around. "Hello? Are you open?" she asked.
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( TAGGED ) ( Keaton )
( NOTES ) ( outfit! )
( WORDS ) ( a lot? )
( LYRICS ) ( GUARDIAN ANGEL - RED JUMPSUIT )
( LISTENING TO ) ( WHATCHULISTENINGTO? )
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Post by kaylee on Jul 23, 2010 20:14:39 GMT -5
Not many people in Keaton's life were happy about his recent decision to marry Danielle Wood. Sure his family had arranged the marriage and were probably the only ones who supported it. All his old buddies from Slytherin dispised the idea, she was a Wood and he was a Flint. Both had famous Quidditch player fathers, both had fathers who had hated each other once. The whole arranged marriage thing had blown not only Danielle and himself out of the water but everyone else.
Keaton though, had surprised himself, he had not been expecting to fall in love with the blonde devil. They were always mean to each other. Yelling. Argueing. Fighting. And then bam one day it happened, he seen her face go red with anger and he knew somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with her. This knowledge ruined every friendship he had.
With a sigh, Keaton opened the door to Borgin and Burkes. He had lied to Danielle of course about exactly what he was busy doing when he wasn't able to see her. He was a ministry official now, but he was also still doing his fathers dirty work, which was why he was in Knockturn Alley in the first place. He had to run another stupid errand to check and see if something his father needed was in yet. He had seen this place so much the past couple days, the minute the door opened the shop worker always greeted him by name. Well, his last name that was. To these people he was Mr. Flint. It was still weird for him to hear, it made him think of his father.
Leaning against the counter he waited for the shop keeper to check the back, though he already knew the gadget wasn't in yet. It never was. "I'm sorry but I'm kind of in a hurry," he yelled towards the back just as he heard the door open. Without looking at who it was he kept an annoyed look at the storage room door. Someone spoke. Keaton responded. "No the door is just unlocked hoping you will walk in while it's closed and steal shit."
>>Tagged Bella
>>Words idkk
>>Outfit n/a
>>Credits omgitskaylee!//abletodream08 at Caution 2.0
>>Lyrics Play With Fire by Hilary Duff
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Post by isabella on Jul 23, 2010 21:41:46 GMT -5
(WHEN I SEE YOUR SMILE)tears roll down my face , i can't replace [/color] NOW THAT I AM STRONG , I'VE FIGURED OUT. . . . . . . . . . . . .Isabella Swan wasn't expecting the sound of a voice. Let alone the voice of someone she remembered. Although she didn't quite remember anything from the past few years, including the fact that he had graduated, she remembered who he was and how close they were to being friends. As well as the fact that, at one point, back in her first year, she had crushed on her best guy friend. She was a bit surprised he didn't reconise her voice, especially since he was only a year older than her, and he was still in school when she was in her sixth year, the summer before she was attacked. She hid the fact that his harsh words cut deep, and it hurt her that he didn't remember her, but she moved to see into the back where the voice had come from.
Bella muttered a simple protection charm over herself and looked behind at the back of a man's head. Her mind went to say something to him, anything really, but she couldn't find the will power to. He was one of the first guys she had met recently, that she remembered. What if she said something to him and he disappeared? Then what? Bella wouldn't have her best friend anymore. Taking a deep breath, she heard her voice say: "Have I ever told you you could be a real asshole, Keaton?" She didn't even think about what she said. All she knew was that, in the past, she had called him an asshole on more than one occasion, and maybe hearing her say it would be enough for him to realize who she was.
She leaned over the counter and watched him carefully. When she had been in school with Mr. Keaton Flint, she wasn't ever afraid of him hurting her. In fact, he was the one she generally went to to get protection from whatever was coming to hurt her. Now, knowing that he was a Slytherin, and knowing that most Slytherins became Death Eaters, she wasn't quite sure who she could trust.The Death Eaters wanted her. What for, she didn't know, but they probably wanted her to be marked, and to join the dark side. That was something she would never willingly do. Ever.
One thing she was sure of was that she would never follow in her dad's footsteps. However he died, she was sure he deserved it. Most kids would miss their dad, but not Bella. She didn't feel the hole in her chest, the hole that signaled she lost a part of her. Not for her dad at least. The hole was there because she had lost a part of herself when she lost her memories. Although, part of that hole could either be permanately filled or permantly lost at that moment, all depending on how Keaton reacted to her.. . . . . . . . . . . . .
( TAGGED ) ( Keaton )
( NOTES ) ( outfit! )
( WORDS ) ( a lot? )
( LYRICS ) ( GUARDIAN ANGEL - RED JUMPSUIT )
( LISTENING TO ) ( WHATCHULISTENINGTO? )
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Post by kaylee on Aug 9, 2010 12:17:16 GMT -5
Keaton was annoyed. He wanted to get out of this junk whole, he didn't want to be seen by anyone at all in this place. There were many people who would love to tell Danielle on him, and then everything would fall apart. Sure they had an arranged marriage, but Keaton knew better, Danielle Wood didn't do anything she didn't want to do, which meant marrying him as well. He needed to keep his reputation clean. As far as he was concerned, he didn't even want to know who had walked threw the door.
However, despite his plans of not meeting anyone he knew here, the person who was coming up behind him talked as if she knew him. He had not been paying any attention at all to the girls voice, let alone he didn't turn around to see who it was. It took a moment for it to register to him the voice that had spoke. Turning his head to look at the girl was by the counter he jumped back in surprise. He had not been expecting to see her here. He wasn't expecting to see her anywhere. It was Bella, his old bestfriend and fuck buddy.
"Holy crow Bella, I wasn't even paying attention to was coming in," he explained quickly as he glanced toward the back where the guy still was. He was taking a little way to long. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school? he said not sure what else to do since things had changed between them. He wasn't sure if he should act like he was use to or not.
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