What happens happens {{Ana

[kaitlin]

The ribs! the ribs he's hurt aim for the ribs.

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The yells from the mob were filling young Christopher's ears as he continued to punch the guy whohad been ignorent enough to challenge him in the first place. He was ignoring the fact that the tall muscled man was injured for the mere fact he knew he didn't need to pick at his weekness to beat this man... Fighting was and still is christopher's best feild. Every since the young man turned 13, and was left at Hogwarts with people who hated him because the things his brother had spread around about him. Yes he was the kid who use to be pushed around by everyone and their brother back in his younger years. That is until he started taking muggle fighting classes, and now he is the best he knows, besides his brothers. But in this point in time he believed he could beat them too.

You are probably wondering why the boy is fighting? There is a clear reason for it. Every since Dom broke the news about his girlfrinend, and the one girl he has loved since his fifth year in school, he has been on a spiraling down fall. He has went from the smart, collected guy to you say one wrong word its lights out. COmbined with an exessive amount of alcohol intake. lets just say he wasn't doing good. Right in this moment he has quit his job, and now fighting whoever is dumb enough to take him on in fighting... But truth be told it is better money than his bartending job.

Smirking he watched the man swing for him once more only to miss. Chris new it was time to end it. With a sly smile he thought to himself as he acted. 'Punch, breath, punch, breath, kick." with that kick he hit him in the side of the face sending a combination of spit and blood out of his appoinents mouth, along with him falling to the ground. Shaking his head he looked at the black gloves they were both wearing, along with no shoes, something he made a rule, he shook his head and spit on the ground next to his feet."My money." chris said sternly holding out his hand as all the people dropped bills and coins, a smile on his face. "Thank you thank you." Before he had the chance to say anything he heard a dark skinned man step in the center of the circle.

"DO we have any more willing to take on the so far undifeated-" Cris cut him off shaking his head. "No more today. This was my fifth fight, I cant do anymore." He protested before his head perked up and shot over the top of the other people, he was six foot three foot four, it wasn't a hard dead for him to do. Looking over the crowd, with his shirt off and the only thing he was wearng was now tennis shoes, and shorts he rubbed his left arm as he decided what to do."Come on man, one more...Thats all we ask for." Chris shook his head as he grabbed his button up shirt and jeans off the ground pushing threw the crowd and into the streets of Hogsmede.

He had nothign better to do, nothign at all today. Moving his hand over his lip he wiped a little bit of blood away before walking into the first resturant he saw, going inside and just sitting, ordering a glass of water and trying to think of what he was going to do today.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[ana]

--- take me, i'm alive, never was a girl with a wicked mind ,

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This bloody boredom was going to drive her insane. Analeigh frowned, as she picked her way through the thick crowd of people that filled the narrow, cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade. The buzz of chatter in the air was frequently punctuated with the sharp peels of laughter, rolling up from the crowd, belaying the general excitement for the week to be over, and the weekend to start. In fact, Ana had just been excited, for a girl's day, out shopping in Hogsmeade, but when her friends had bailed on her, her good mood had dissipated quickly. One of them actually had an excuse, forced to serve a detention, but the other two had said they'd rather spend time with their current beau's this weekend. Ana supposed that was slightly reasonable, but it still bugged her to know she was second place to whichever boys were occupying her friends attention at the time. Even though Valentine's was nearly two weeks are, Analeigh couldn't help but hope that after that silly was holiday was over with her friends would stop swooning every time a boy walked into the room.

Rolling her eyes Analeigh took a quick step to the left, ducking out of the way of a small girl, racing down the street, chased by a slightly older boy Analeigh assumed to be her brother. Resuming her steady pace, boots padding softly against the ground Analeigh trailed over the heavily decorated storefronts. Speaking of Valentines, it seemed to be taking over here. Nearly all of the store windows were arranged with vibrant displays of pinks, reds and whites. Little hearts were dotted everywhere, joined with pudgy cherubs, charmed to flit around inside the glass encasing.

Analeigh couldn't understand why everyone got so worked up over the holiday, though the fact that she had been perpetually single on all seventeen of her Valentine's Day's, might have played a role, she grudgingly admitted. Really, Ana had only started actually dating this year, and no one had held her attention for long enough to become anything permanent in her life. Sighing Ana looked up as a building in her peripheral vision caught her interest. Unlike the other buildings along this road it wasn't heavily decorated. As a matter of fact, it looked as it was about to collapse, the wood unpainted, and roughly strewn against the frame of the building. A slight smile began to tug at her lips as she ventured closer, trying to figure out just was the building was. Only one way to find out. Tugging open the door Analeigh took in the tables and chair, a dim light the only way to see anything.

A restaurant. Not being particularly hungry, or a huge fan of eating alone, Analeigh was about to turn around a leave when a familiar figure caught her eyes. "Chris," Analeigh smiled, making her way over to his table, "Hey, didn't think I'd see anyone I knew in here." As house and year mates, Ana and Chris shared a pretty casual relationship.

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