A Pleasant Meeting? ((Dixie))

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack leaned back in his armchair, wondering what exactly he could do today that would be worthwhile. His father had left for a meeting with some friends. The sunshine was blinding him through the huge window that was on the third floor. It looked over the small creek that was behind the hotel that they were staying in for the night. Since the Rendels lived in Scotland, they had to find a hotel to stay in, considering all Roger's buddies lived in London England. Jack put his head in his hand. He was already rather lonely and miserable without his father yelling at him. It was sad, yes, but yet so familiar. He smirked at his train of thinking before closing his eyes. The sunshine was so bright it prevented him from taking a nap. It was only eight in the morning and yet the streets below were packed with people. School was going to start very soon and Jack could hardly wait. Most of the kids down there were probably doing their school shopping. Jack had already gotten his and kept on looking over them carefully to make sure all was there. He was very tempted to call Mack and just talk to keep himself busy but if she was asleep he didn't want to wake her. Plus, he would probably bore her anyway. He shook his head and sat up straighter in the armchair, grounding all sleep from his eyes with his fists.

Jack squirmed in his chair as he sat down at the kitchen. He wasn't hungry just....bored. He wanted to do something but yet he there was nothing. He pulled a piece of paper over and started to write a note to his father. He wrote a good three sentences before he crumbled it and threw it in the garbage. He wasn't going to go anywhere. Not or no, Roger would be in complete rage if he left the house. It was always this way. Last time he got punished and couldn't see through his left eye for two weeks. Jack slipped off the stool and walked away from it slowly. What was he going to do? With no school and no Mack or Padme, there was nothing at all that could brighten his day. Even the sunshine couldn't do it. Instead it was like rain. Jack shook his thoughts out of it. He loved rain. Mostly that time when him and Mack had been alone in the rain. It had reminded him of Tessa and all but also of memories. It had been an odd night, that one, but Jack had learned to like it very much. It became a good memory of his. Smirking, Jack pulled over the nearest book. Hogwarts A History was the title much to Jack's dismay. Realizing he must have left it out accidentally, he pounded up the stairs and returned the book to his trunk. It was already stuffed with things Jack needed and did not. It almost didn't fit. Jack had to sit on it to zip it shut all the way. Once that was put away safely, Jack returned downstairs to resume his rainy day.

The need to do something made Jack fidgety all day. Roger was going to be gone for an day or a week, he hadn't really explained. He had left the hotel in Jack's possession and had trusted him. The only thing was Roger never trusted his son. Now that he did, however, Jack had no intention to break that trust. He would do anything not to, even sitting and looking at the clouds through the window. Jack smirked at himself through the glass; how boring could live get? Probably not more than this. Jack refused to touch the phone that was near him even though it caught his eye every time he looked that way. It was his only way to talk to Mack. He frowned before getting up and going to a book that Roger always kept with him. He had recorded all locations of wizards in the big neighborhoods and London would surely be one of them. Flipping through the pages, Jack went to the letter H.

"Helen Himble. Hugh Hstin...Holden! Derrek Holden." Jack let his finger rest on the name as he reached for the phone. The name was slightly crossed out but Jack could still read it enough to make out the phone number and address. He stopped when his hand touched the phone. What was he doing calling the Holdens? They hated him and Roger hated them back. Jack swallowed and released the phone as though it had burned him. No, he had a better idea. Looking at the address, Jack read it over and over until he was sure he could memorize it. He recited it in the mirror as he attempted to comb his hair and make his clothes straighter. If he came face-to-face with Mr. Holden he planned to look good. Keeping a straight face Jack recited the address one more time before setting down the comb and walking out of the bathroom and out the door.

"Blasted sunshine," Jack muttered under his breath as his eyes glanced away from the light. He wasn't sure what he was doing but at the moment all that mattered was actually doing something. Roger could be home at any moment. Jack wasn't planning on staying long but just to talk would be nice. The Holden house wasn't that far from the hotel Jack was staying at. Lucky for him, he reached there in just fifteen minutes. The house was rather big and somewhat fancy. He smiled not expecting less before stepping up to the door. He raised a fist to knock but stopped before it hit the hard wood. He didn't want to be seen by Mr. and Mrs. Holden. Even if that meant he couldn't talk to Mack. He shifted slowly away from the door and to the nearest window. He didn't see anyone down there. Stepping away from the house, he looked as best he could through the other windows. No sign of the two adult Holdens. He thought he saw a figure on the second floor that wasn't tall enough to be the adults but as soon as it was there it was gone. Knowing he had probably imagined it, Jack walked back to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

((I hope I didn't get something wrong there in the post. Especially about the house. Also, sorry it's so long. Got a bit carried away...))

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

The alarm clock buzzed, annoyingly at Dixie as it went off. She raised her hand from underneath the blanket and swiped at the alarm clock. She hit it so hard, it flew against the wall and cracked down the middle. Smirkingwith slight satisfaction, Dix sat up in her bed. Her brown hair wasn't in much need of being brushed and she was practically awake already. She looked to her right at the clothes she had lain out the night before. A black shirt with a green star on it, and a pair of cut off jean shorts. She had a pair of black flip flop sandals at the edge of her bed and her make-up was next to her clothes. Dix smirked at the thought of being so obsessive compulsive that she couldn't not lay out her outfit, make-up, and plans for the day ahead.

She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, picked up her clothes and went into her bathroom. The green and silver colourings of the room were perfect and Dix sighed with thought of returning to school. Her sixth year would be starting and she was certain it would be harder than she anticipated it to be. Mack was entering her fourth year, and that frightened Dixie. Mack wasn't going to take her year seriously, and Dix knew that. Mack took nothing seriously. Dix rolled her eyes at that, and hopped in the shower. Ten minutes later she was out, and was doing her make-up. Her eyeshadow was on first, then her eyeliner, then her mascara. Her lip-gloss was last. When that was through, she dried her hair with her wand. She was so happy she was of age, she could do so many things without having to do it the filthy muggle way.

Finished with that, she re-entered her room; put her flip flops on her feet and headed downstairs. It was a silent house this morning. Mack and Pam had left to go to the studio with Tommy, who was beyond hott- and Mack's new producer. Apparently, the night before, Mack had struck gold on a new song- and they were working it through. Derreck was off with his new mistress, and as far as Dix knew- she was the only one in the house. Dixie sighed as she reached the kitchen, "Yep. I wake up to an empty house, and a note on the counter top. How exciting." She said to herself dryly. At studio. Call if you need us. Love, Mum and Mack. Dix crumpled the paper up and threw it in the trash can a few feet away from her.

Anger flourished through her. Since when had they become such good friends? Dix opened the refridgerator door- a muggle device, but a nice one at that- and pulled out a bottled water. She took a sip and leaned against the counter. Her eyes were glaring daggers at the pattern on the flooring, and she could've burnt a hole through it if it were possible. She closed the bottle, and ran upstairs again. Dix entered Mack's room and picked up the acoustic guitar in the corner. She carried it back downstairs and sat on the couch. She was certain she could be just as good as her sister was at being musical. She had been before- after all. Dix started to play, when there was a knock on the door. She put the guitar down and walked over to the wooden door.

"Who died?" Was her response to the boy standing in the doorway. Jack Rendel looked all nice and crisp, and it was quite a sight. Dixie leaned out and looked both ways up and down the street before yanking him in, "Someone could see you out there, you know? What are you doing here?" She raised an eyebrow and closed the door as harshly as she could. Dixie already knew the answer to that. He was there to see Mack, "Well, too bad she isn't here. She woke up at the crack of dawn and headed down to the studio with mum and Tommy." Dixie said aloud- she was supposed to think that. Dixie walked into the living room and sat down again, picked up the guitar and started to play.

(( It's fine, no worries. And no the house was fine. Sorry it ended so abruptly, but hey- that's Dix.))

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack had thought he could hear music coming through the door but it was faint. He shifted uneasily. Was Mack in there? He didn't know anyone else in the family played the guitar but then again, he didn't know the Holdens very well. He sighed and wanted to run his hand through his hair but stopped; he was still hoping to make a good impression on Mr. Holden if he was home. Jack hoped dearly that he wasn't but better safe then sorry. Not that he was going to be safe anyway. He tapped his foot and looked around at the houses nearby just to amuse himself. He didn't notice the door had opened until someone spoke above him. Nearly j umping of the walkway, Jack straightened and looked up at Dixie Holden, who was complete with make-up and muggle attire. He smirked at her and raised his left eyebrow.

"Is Ma-?" he asked before Dix answered his question. He looked around and realized that he had been pulled into the house. The door had shut behind him and Dix was over there playing the guitar as if she had no guests around. "Is this how you always treat your guests?" Jack asked before flopping down on the sofa. "I suppose I can sit then? Unless Derrek Holden can smell my scent around here?" his voice had a small tone of sarcasm to it but he wouldn't be surprised if it was true. He shook his head before glancing up and down the hallway. It was empty which calmed Jack's nerves slightly. He relaxed more in the sofa and shook his head to make his hair normal. Smirking now, Jack listened as Dix played. It didn't sound horribly; in fact, it was better then what Jack could do. He sighed before looking around once more. Still no one.

"I didn't know you could play. When did you start?" Jack asked, trying to strike up a conversation. She seemed to be in her own little world but Jack was used to this. He was always ignored at his house-hold. Raising his eyebrow once more, Jack asked something that had triggered into his mind the moment Dix had said where Mack went. "And - who is Tommy?"

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"No." She answered shortly, "Just the guests who don't matter to me." Dixie shrugged and switched to another chord as she looked up at Jack with a smirk. The music filled around them as Jack asked if Derreck could smell his presence. She shrugged, "I'll be surprised if he is home long enough to realise I'm alive. Arrogant jerk that he is, he's been with his new girlfriend all week." Dixie rolled her eyes, she was very animate today.

"Somethin' bout the way you look at me. Made me think for a moment, that maybe we were meant to be- livin' our lives seperately. And it's strange that things change, but not me wanting you so desperately." Dixie sighed as she finished singing. She put the guitar down and curled up onto the couch- "Who do you think taught Mack how to play the guitar? She just...surpassed the teacher is all." Dixie scowled and held her head up with her left hand with her elbow on the arm rest for support. Mack got the record deal. Mack got it all now. Dix had nothing. All she could do was, go to school- apparate and use magic outside of school.

Dixie looked at Jack when he asked who Tommy was, she sighed and sank further down in her seat- "Tommy. Tom. Quincy. Her new producer. Ooh ahh. He has her working long shifts...she was up at 5 this morning, and I don't expect her back until late. Tommy likes to make Mack do one song each day to get to the second album." In her mind, Dixie let the word...lucky run across her mind. She would kill to spend time with Tommy, but she knew that wasn't possible.

"So, what are you doing here?" She raised her eyebrow.