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Post by peyton on Nov 20, 2009 11:00:25 GMT -5
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It was Christmas time once again. It was Peyton's favorite time of year. At least up until the day after Christmas it was. She loved the snow and how it covered the Earth like a blanket making everything shine and sparkle. It was beautiful. Sure it was cold, but she still enjoyed it. One of her favorite things to do was make snow angels or build snow mans. She wasn't a big fan of snowball fights, but if she had her wand then she was defiantly in for one. It was barely ever that she went into a fight without having a wand to use but around the school, everyone made rules that no wands could be used. It was stupid to her but understandable.
Although she enjoyed this time of year, she dreaded the 31st, New Years Eve. It was her and her twins birthday, but it was also Penelopes death day as well. Her sister had been diagnosed with leukemia a little to late and died. Penny would have loved the school, she would have loved the magic and she would have loved living. That wasn't the case though and now Peyton dreaded their birthday, it hurt her to much. She was always silently wishing that the day could just disappear. Then when she really thought about it, she didn't want to. Peyton had never got to experience New Years Eve with a boy and she wanted to, sometime in her life.
Getting dressed, Peyton grabbed her coat and scarf. She had big plans for the day. She was going to go into Hogsmeade and enjoy a nice butterbeer and drown away her sorrows in it until she had to get back to the school. She wanted to get out, to do something fun, maybe something dangerous.
Skipping merrily down toward Hogsmeade, Peyton made to stop at the Three Broom Sticks.. Not many people would be there during the week which was the reason she wanted to. She really wasn't in the mood to run into any of her friends who would know what she was up to and why and try to talk her out of it saying ti was unhealthy to drown sorrows like she was.
Walking up to the bar she plastered her ever so famous smile on her face as she sat down at the bar, not bothering to find herself a table. "A butterbeer please," she said. Then thinking about, Peyton had not been able to have a fire whiskey lately and the stronger the drink the better. "You know what, make that a fire whiskey," she finished smiling still at the bartender who gladly hopped off to get the drink.
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Post by sam on Nov 28, 2009 10:52:05 GMT -5
Christmas, one of Sam's least favorite time of the year. For years he loved the time when Christmas was close by, as him and his mother used to spend time decorating the tree, buying presents, making chocolates. As he grew older, he came to know the truth. The truth about his birth. Samuel Pierce was not a legitimate child. In fact, neither he nor his mother knew who his father was. In actuality, his mother, Marina Pierce had been raped during this festive season, when she was merely in her early twenties, and he was the result of it. The moment he knew that, he started hating himself. His mother assured him that she didn't have any animosity towards him for being the product of such a traumatic incident. Yet, he couldn't forgive himself for that, because he had always pestered her about his father.
She had been a little drunk herself, when she had become a victim. After that, she had overcome that whole incident, and become a doctor, who helped out other rape victims. So that's why he hated Christmas. His mother usually worked overtime during this period, at the hospital. Imagine, it was such a joyous occassion, and many innocents were induced to such trauma at this point of time. Shaking his head, he walked towards the Three Broomsticks, and immediately spotted a familiar person.
"Peyton?" He called out to her. He had met her at the lake, sometime back, she was a sixth year Ravenclaw seated by herself near the lake. He was bored, and well had struck a conversation with her, and they'd soon become friends. She was one of the few girls he was comfortable around. He never liked being the center of attention, especially when it came from the opposite sex. He did have friends who were girls, but if anyone flirted with him, or he developed an infatuation for a person, he would run miles away from them. "Hi!" said he in greeting as he ordered a butterbeer. He normally didn't drink, but that particular day marked the 18th year since the trauma his mother had undergone.
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Post by peyton on Nov 28, 2009 11:08:30 GMT -5
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Peyton was changing from that sweet and overly innocent girl everyone knew. She blamed it on all the things she has had to go threw and still was going threw in her life. Someone so young shouldn’t have to go threw such tough things over and over again. At least that is how she felt and believed. It seemed life was just trying to break her until it killed her. And that wasn’t an understatement either, life was trying to kill her. What life didn’t know was that Peyton was strong enough to fight such a devastating thing. She wasn’t going to let the cancer beat her, and as soon as it was gone, she had plans, plans to make sure the cancer never returned.
Drinking the fire whiskey that the bartender had gave her though he eyed her carefully. Did she look like a trouble maker? Or did she look like someone who was just being stupid? Whatever it was, Peyton shrugged it off without a second thought. Smiling slightly at the bartender, she blamed Dom for how she was acting with guys now, though she wasn’t going to deny it wasn’t fun. “Got a break coming up, you could join me with some shots,” she said winking at him. The guy simply grinned at her and said, “I just took one though I get off in a few hours if your still around,”. Bingo, she won again. This whole flirting thing wasn’t as hard as she had thought it to be.
Before Peyton could make to respond to the bartender she took another big gulp of the alcohol. Then a familiar voice sounded behind her. She knew that voice pretty well. Peyton closed her eyes, it was Sam and he knew her good and knew that this wasn’t the real her, well the old her. She wondered if he had heard the exchange between the bartender and her. Opening her eyes she smiled as she finished the bottle of the fire whiskey which seemed to become her new favorite drink, and now she could handle it a lot better then the first time she had drank it. “Sam!” she explained as she quickly hugged him. They had met at the lake one day, she had her guitar out and he was one of the only ones who had actually heard her sing to her playing.
Sitting back down she turned to the bartender, “I’m going to need you to keep these coming, though I’ll save room for our shots after work,” she said eyeing him carefully with a flirty look on her face. Yup, Sam was probably curious with how she was acting and she knew it.
Leaning back in the chair she took a sip from the new bottle, she was going to need to slow down, she didn’t want to get plastered tonight. “So what brings you out on this cold winters evening?” she asked him curiously.
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Post by sam on Jan 8, 2010 20:26:16 GMT -5
Even though Sam hadn't really heard the exchange between Peyton and the bartender; he was still suspicious that Peyton was upto something.. What? He knew not, but he could tease her a little about it, and find out more. Surely if she got flustered, he would have his answer, and then he'd prod her about it. Sam treated Peyton like his sister. His mother didn't really have any relationship after.. he was born, and she and Chris had just gotten together, finally after pining for years. It was a secret that Samuel never told anyone, but he always wanted a sister. He had actually forced his mother to give him a sister, inspite of her trying to explain that she possibly couldn't. After he was old enough to understand the reason why he wouldn't get a sister, he had felt very bad for pressurizing her. And when he'd met Peyton. Now, he couldn't explain the strong connection that he felt with her. She was just like his sister, even though they weren't related by blood. Also, he was a tad protective of her. It just came with the brotherly feeling.
When he announced himself, Peyton just rushed over and hugged him. He laughed, "Oh, missed me, Peyton dear? It's been what.. a day since we last saw each other?" He then took a seat next to her, and ordered an drink. He also observed the exchange between her and the bartender, and frowned. Something was definitely up. The Peyton he knew, wouldn't behave like this. "Flirting, with the bartender, Ton hon?" Asked he, in a light tone with the hint of teasing in it, wanting to see if Peyton would own up to whatever it is she was upto. He would just have to await her response.
Samuel now sat beside this Ravenclaw, as his drink came, he raised the glass to his lips, and drowned the cool tasty liquid down his throat. While butterbeer wasn't as strong as firewhiskey, Sam never drank anything else. He never got drunk, so butterbeer was his only choice; because he never got drunk on it, just a little buzzed; thats all. He wasn't facing her when she asked the question. Sam could hear the curious edge in her voice. How was he to tell about that wretched event that took place years ago, and it was the day that he had been conceived? As a result of something as traumatic as a rape? "I.. uh.. I was conceived today." He finally told her; hoping she wouldn't ask any further questions.
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