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Post by nicxnicx on Mar 12, 2010 18:33:04 GMT -5
 I'm Becoming aC A T A S T R O P H E,, Something Too Much For Me ToB E A R !?[/center] Yumi was now acutally looking forward to waking up in the mornings. Sure she was constantly hungry but oh well. She always earned food by being Cameron The Mute out and about in town. She had a chunky coat that covered her chest well, and she kept her head down to cover her girlish features. No one asked questions and no one complained, the way Yumi liked it. Of course the real people were on the hunt for Yumi, most with good intentions but of course her family were not. She shuddered at the thought of her most recent encounter with them in Diagon Alley. Oh well, that was old old old news!
Leaping out of her covers, she fixed her hair up into a tight bun, and squashed the cap expertly on top of it. Boys shoes, jeans and the jacket went on next, and she was ready to hit town!
Strolling down Hogsmaede, she frowned. The wind was extemely powerful today, and she didn't enjoy it. Disguise was essential, and wind didn't help. She flicked her gaze up temporarily, and saw someone she really didn't want to see.
Harry Potter, her boyfriends father.
Preparing herself, she kept her head so far down, it was in danger of dropping off her neck. A sudden gust of wind pushed at her back - and pushed her cap and bobble off from underneath! Her black hair tumbled out around her shoulders, and stopped around her waist. Murmering and pointing. Her worst nightmare, come true. Her small feet sprang into action, but inside she already knew it was over. Why not hand herself in?
Because they would know. Ironically, she tripped up. Over a stone. She felt the people coming nearer, and gulped.
The chase was over. NOTES :: SUCKS LIKE ANYTHING
OUTFIT :: MEHH.
LISTENING TO : BRITNEY (BUSTED)
CREDIT : YUMI![/color] |
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Post by harrypotter on Mar 16, 2010 18:54:19 GMT -5
Harry stood on the edge of one of the small cobble stone street corners, gazing out onto the traffic of visitors in the small village. He was well acquainted with most of them, knowing them from his own time at Hogwarts, though the others he was just beginning to know from the attack on the Three Broomsticks this last winter. But there was another he wasn't too keen on, and only knew her by name and a sort of face. Yumi DarkRose; His son's girlfriend.
The girl had apparently decided to run away from school (just like another boy he had been after for some time, though that trail led him to London), and Albus had been breathing down his neck since she had vanished to go after her. Harry refused to go for the longest time, his mind rather focused on work with the recent werewolf attacks on the little Scottish village where Ginny had been stationed for a bit. When he returned, he promised he'd go out first thing in the morning and see to it she was found, and here he was, standing on this street corner, giving nods and smiles to some of the people who recognized him.
With the next round of people passing by, a gust of wind came from the already powerful wind that was acting up, causing one boy's cap in the middle of them to fly off, but instead of revealing a buzz cut like haircut, long strands of jet black hair fell down around her waist. It wasn't a boy, it was Yumi, and she was now taking off down the lane. His own feet start to work, following her quickly.
Catching up with her, his hand reached out and took the back of her arm, grabbing it tightly (but not enough to hurt), and he pulled her over into a small pub that had recently opened up. Pressing through the door, he led her to a small table in the back and sat her down before sitting down himself. "So," He started to say with a chuckle,"Care to tell me why you have been running?"
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Post by nicxnicx on Mar 18, 2010 13:50:59 GMT -5
I'm Becoming aC A T A S T R O P H E,, Something Too Much For Me ToB E A R !?[/center] It was over. All she had worked for to achieve (escaping the clutches of THEM,) was over. She had to bite her cheeks to stop herself from crying while the man took her to a pub. On a closer look she found out he was in fact, Mr Harry Potter. This was bad for Yumi, for two reasons: one, he was a ministry official and two, she was dating his son. His son. So she'd better have a damned good reason for running away, she knew that's what he'd be looking for.
As he asked her if she wanted to tell him her reason for running, Yumi was thinking, Yeah, right.
It was cheeky, she knew, but she wasn't going to tell him, not if she could help it. Although her mind was being cheeky, her body was acting very differently. She bent her head, so she was looking at the table. If she bent her head, she didn't show the scar that ran from her chin to her temple. She kept her arms down low, so her many scars wouldn't show. If they did, it would be obvious. Not the family part, but if Harry realised it was abuse, it would only be a matter of time before Yumi let slip who it was. Finally, he recieved a response to his question. She shook her head and said hoarsly, "No."
She flicked her grey eyes up to him without moving her head, and couldn't help but notice how much he resembled Albus. She then drifted off into a little daydream about him. She missed him terribly. He was the last thing she thought of before she went to sleep, and the first thing she thought of when she woke up, and all the times in the middle. She missed the way he smiled at her, for her, and the way he wrapped her arms around her.
It was Albus that made her start crying. It wasn't noisy, it was silent, but tears would be seen slipping out of her eyes and into her lap. NOTES :: SUCKS LIKE ANYTHING
OUTFIT :: MEHH.
LISTENING TO : BRITNEY (BUSTED)
CREDIT : YUMI![/color] |
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Post by harrypotter on Mar 19, 2010 13:16:17 GMT -5
Sitting there in silence, the feeling of awkwardness slowly crept down Harry's spine before settling in the bottom of his stomach. He had dealt with runaways before, but they were either Death Eaters, or some other form of criminal who chose not to have any humane motions. The girl sitting across from him was just that, a teenage girl whom happened to be dating his son (which made things even more awkward since this was his first time meeting her).
His green eyes watched as the girl slowly withdrew into herself, first her head bending down slowly as she stared at the table, then her arms slowly hung low below the table, almost looking as if she was holding herself. Her voice broke the silence that stayed between the two of them as she answered his question with a raspy "No", which soon led to the on flow of tears slipping from her gray eyes and down into her lap. They were silent tears, which made Harry feel a little bit better since he did not know how to comfort the girl.
By the sound of her voice though, he could tell she needed a drink, so with a wave of his arm, Harry called over a waitress and ordered two butterbeers. The waitress took the orders and hurried to the bar, only to return a few seconds later with two brown bottles which she promptly sat on the table. Harry said his thanks and the cracked open the first on sliding it over to the girl. "Here, drink up. You must be thirsty." He said with a smile as he cracked open his own bottle, placing it to his lips, tilting it back so the warm liquid spilled down his throat. "If you're hungry as well, I can get some food too. That is, if you want it?" He looked at her, waiting for her reply.
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Post by nicxnicx on Mar 20, 2010 14:20:55 GMT -5
What a way to meet her father's boyfriend. In some pub, with him - however subtely - trying to get her to tell him why on earth she'd ran away. Of course, she couldn't tell him. She was a traitor to them, nothing more than scum and they hated her. She would never know what a proper blood family felt like, would she? That was all she wanted to know, what family loving family could feel like.
Her thoughts were stopped by him saying he'd got her a drink. She was terribly thristy, so she lay her hands on the table, her scars glinting in the light, and started to drink. It was then, when she'd finished half her bottle, she realised her scars were showing, the cause of her running away. She dropped her half empty bottle and the liquid seeped into her clothes. She sighed, tears springing to her eyes. She put her hands on the table, and showed the scars.
"That," she whispered, "Is why I'm running away. From my .... from my family." [/center] |
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