Why me? (All Flints ;) )

[marcflint]

Marc Flint felt happy for the first time in a short while. Finally he and Clara were back on track and planning for the baby whom they had named either Kara if it were a girl, or Marcus if it was a boy. Since Marc had had to stay at the school to get his michious siblings under control, he promised Clara he'd be home soon with some exciting news.
For you see, Marc was going to propose to her. He felt it was the right time because knowing she was holding his baby made him blissfully happy. It was about time he and her settled down and besides, they had enough money for a big white wedding he knew all girls wanted.
"Right class hand in your homework and I don't want any excuses to not handing in! I have something very important to do tonight so I am marking your work then I'm gone!" Marc called to his students. They did as they were told and scarpered to the merciful and blissful sun that shone outside. Grabbing his allocted marking quill Marc started to grade his students work.
Very good Leon - just a little more detail next time!" Marc wrote on the first sheet. It was then the owl arrived for him. A minestry owl no doubt. Sighing, he opened the letter. Probably a friend owling from work. But it was something much, much worse.
Dear Mr Flint,
We have great regret to inform you your pregnant girlfriend Clara Grant, 21, is dead. She was murdered via Averda Kedevera the killing curse. Your baby or girlfriend did not survive.
Marc stopped reading there. He slammed the paper on the table, unsure what feeling he was registering. Emptiness he soon realised. Clara couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be.
But she was.
All in a rush the tears poured down Marc's face and he was sure of what feeling he felt now : Pain. Saddness. Loss.
He hadn't got the proper chance to say goodbye. She was gone, slipped out of her fingers. He sat at his desk and cried. It was unbearable, worse than any kind of pain before. He forgot everything. He forgot his siblings would probably visit him to wish him luck with Clara, he forgot he hadn't eaten and needed something now, he forgot the marking of papers - all of it, along with his life, was now an empty shell on the floor.

[damien]

Damien Flint had been wandering through the cooridors when he felt a blast of emotions nearly paralyzing him against the wall. His normally already blue eyes turned a shade of nearly silver as he found himself caught in a flash trance.

He could hear screaming, cries of tear and grief. He could the flashes of wand lights, of a body dropping to the ground. He could see images of his oldest brother Marc holding a baby in his arms and that the the images shattering to pieces. He can see his brother beating on someone with such visciousness Damien had never seen before. He could see the cold icy face of Clara, the girl his brother loved so much as she just laid there motionless.

And suddenly he was out the trance that had left him on his hands and knees on the ground, panting hard as he tried to get his breathing under control without going into asthmatic attack. Damien knew clearly what he had just witnessed, it was bad, someone had murdered Clara and her baby, and his brother had just received the news.

As he finally got himself under control, the youngest Flint child raced for the room where he knew his oldest brother was teaching. Pushing hard to open the large door, Damien's blue eyes immediately locked onto the dejected form of his brother Marc. Quietly and slowly making his way over to Marc whom he could tell was crying, Damien placed his small hands on Marc, then closed his eyes and concentrated, pushing his empathic and healing powers towards Marc to help him lessen the pain, to share the hurt and anger so that Marc wouldn't have to feel it all.

[kaylee]

The Flints use to be a close family, not that they were much anymore. They were all different. Keaton seemed to be the one who was different from the rest. As sad as it was he didn't mind. Which was why when they all found out that Keaton had actually propsed to Danielle Wood they would all be in shock. He sblack personed at the thought. Out of all his siblings he was closest to Marc for they were both going through the same thing, Damien was just to young to understand but he was sure sooner or later they would be close. And then there was his sister, she was younger in age then him and Keaton swore he would punch anyone who laid a hand on her. Well to himself he said that at least.

It was after his class of the day so Keaton headed to Marc's office to just chat. He had heard that the others might show up as well. It would be a nice little reunion for the siblings. Not even bothering to knock Keaton threw the office door open and stopped short when he took a look at his older brother. Marc was crying. Crying? Flints didn't cry, so something was wrong. Walking in he sat down at the chair nearest his brother and said, "Marc whats up?" of course it didn't come out too caring but if you knew Keaton it was a lot for him to even ask. That was him showing he cared when he actually asked what was going on.

Then the door burst open an the youngest brother came walking straight into the room and right over to Marc and place his hand on his back. Keaton tilted his head, of course Damien already knew what was wrong of course. He had his gift. Sighing Keaton looked at Damien. "Okay then, would you like to me tell what is going on?" he asked waiting for an answer.

[crayonz]

Brothers, we waited forever ,

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( Brothers, sisters, listen up gotta little secret )
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Valencia rushed her way through the drafty corridors of the vast, cold, but warming inviting school. It was something about her brother, Marc. She wondered what in the hell it could be. Normally, when something like this happened to the extent of her having to be removed from class it was usually bad, or something extremely good. Val hoped it was good, because oh lord knows what it could be if it was bad. Her assumptions obviously proved to be wrong. It was bad. Because the minute she opened Marc's office door, he was basically a large man in the fetal position. This could only be one thing. A death. If it were something else then of course it would have to be worse than a death. Which would be impossible. Valencia rushed to her brothers side before noticing that her other two brother were there. Damien, and Keaton. Valencia loved her brothers, but she wasn't particularly happy with Keaton. He was the basic, stereotypical, manwhore. Like Blaze, Scorpius, Demetri and any other guy who would fuck anything that breathed and had a vagina.

Valencia quickly turned to the boys and uttered quickly and breathlessly, "What happened?". Even though it was all she could possibly get her tongue to grasp at the moment, she saw Keaton with his smug face. He didn't care. Really it was like her didn't care for anyone other than himself. Val was sure her mum and dad raised their children better than that. Well, it was just hope. Val quickly looked to her eldest brother, and then noticed a letter and envelope. She lunged toward it and crushed it with the palm of her hand, and scrambled to open it. As she read the more and more into it the deeper and sadder the letter got. Oh no, Clara died. And the baby didn't survive. That crushed poor Valencia, not only because she had loved Clara so much, but because she was looking forward to becoming an aunt. As Val lowered the note from her face, she dropped it and didn't dare look at it anymore as it swiftly fell to the floor. "Oh my-" Val was broken. It hurt, just to think about two innocent lives, one not even born yet, losing their lives in such a crude, monstrous way. "God." she let out in something above more than a whisper. She allowed her voice to crack. This was a time to grieve, however she knew she would have to be the one to comfort everyone.

She turned around once more, while looking at her youngest brother and letting a tear fall from her face. Val laid herself on the floor. She didn't even want to move. It hurt so much. She felt numb, and just wanted to lay there forever, and never move. Just become a part of the cold, stone, rough floor. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to her, it wasn't fair to the unborn child, and it wasn't fair to Clara. But the person whom it was the unfairest of all to was Marc. Val took her arms, and tucked her head inside of them. hoping the the sleeves of her robes would hide her face. The life had been taken out of her. She had no more sorrow, not more joy, no more anger, and no more optimism. She was empty, abandoned. And it felt worse because Clara and that baby meant so much to Marc. Valencia could hear herself give off little sobs, and felt the way that her robes and hair were sprawled out on the floor. As she continued to sob, Valencia closed her eyes, and felt herself quiver slightly more violently with each sob. Oh lord, why her, why today. It was like the world was out to get her, and oh how she hated the world right now. And never once, in a million years could she hate the world. She wasn't that type of person.

"I could die lying in her arms." is the quote that one could appropriately use for how Valencia was feeling at the moment. She really could just die lying in somebody's arms right now. Actually, she should die lying in someone's arms right now. That's all she wanted to do anyways. Was just to die. She had never felt this way ever in her life. And it felt like someone taking multiple stabs at her heart, and then throwing salt in them. It was heart wrenching at how badly one letter could make you go crazy or suicidal. And right now, she knew that her and Marc were basically feeling that same way right now. But, Val was show casing it more right now. She now hated her life, and just didn't know what to do. And was perpetually confused as to why it had to be today.

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[damien]

Damien had been concentrating on all his efforts to help Marc deal with the pain and grief when he heard Keaton's questioning voice drifting through his head. He didn't reply, not at that moment, Marc's pain was still overwhelmingly strong and Damien was not going to let his oldest brother fight it alone. He was the healer of the family, he was the empath, and he was the only one now who can help Marc come to terms. Damien knew he was young, but being young didn't mean he couldn't pitch in to help. He was given his abilities for a reason, he was meant to help people and save lives, and he'd be damned if he'd let his own brother wallow in grief and darkness. And if Damien have to fight tooth and nail to bring Marc back, then he would, he would do it all for his brother.

As he focused on his oldest brother, Damien sensed the intrusion of another person and immediately identified it as Valencia, his only sister. He had hoped that maybe she would be able to explain to Keaton what had happened, but seconds later Damien felt a even stronger wave of raw emotion blasting throughout the room. The burst of emotion caused Damien to open his eyes widely as he gasped and was knocked back against the wall as if some unseen force had rammed into him, and fell to the ground.

Panting harshly as he tried to clamp down on his incoming asthma attack, Damien crawled to Valencia whom was now crying and sobbing on the ground.

He reached out and touched his hand to her face in quiet comfort as he looked up at Keaton with his icy blue eyes, "It's Clara, she and the baby were murdered. They're dead."

Turning his attention back down to Valencia, Damien closed his eyes once again, focusing his attention to help alleviate the sadness Valencia faced and share the pain.

[kaylee]

There was no lie about it, Keaton was not like his siblings. He had his fathers attitude. His fathers personality and his fathers house. He was in many ways a true Slytherin. Except of course Danielle. Danielle Wood was the exception to the rule, she had captured Keaton's heart and he even proposed to her at the ball. Of course, none of his siblings were there and none of them actually know it yet, and now was not the best time to be telling anyone of this news since Marc was about to propose to Clara and now she was gone.

It wasn't like Keaton didn't care or have a heart because he did he was just so use to hiding it from everyone, it was bad enough he knew that his own sister believed he was a bad person; however, it was difficult for him to led his guard down even with his family. He had an image to uphold. "Don't you give me that look Val, I know what your thinking and your wrong," he said rolling his eyes at his sister. Out of everyone Keaton felt protective over her the most. Maybe it was because she was the only girl out of the four. Whatever it was he hated the fact that they had a love-hate relationship where they couldn't confide in one another. Actually, Marc was the only one who knew about the arranged marriage. In a way Keaton felt abandoned, his family didn't care about him at all. That thought was almost enough to break down his wall but he knew that if he did then Damien would right away be able to tell though his wall did began to sway slightly.

Looking upon his family and realizing that he was really all alone he just sat there like a statue, he didn't belong in that room, and he was sure as hell that none of them wanted him there anyway. He almost decided upon getting up to leave but that wouldn't do him much good so he just sat there and closed his eyes trying to keep his own wall up. But as he did he could still see the family on the inside of his eyelids. His family that didn't involve him. The only one Keaton had was Danielle, and yet here he was instead of with her holding her in his arms. "Sorry to hear that bro," was all he could say and with that he stood up and turned toward the door. He had finally realized he wasn't part of the Flint family.