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Post by Padme Rendel S2 on Nov 8, 2005 17:34:57 GMT
Why did things in movies never come true in real life? Padme had been pretty once, had been softer and innocent, but now she was hard, cold, unforgivable. Why did she not have a wonderful life ahead of her, with no lies? Why were cemeteries always described as cold? Padme was at one right now, breathing in the air, the hot, stuffy air that clogged her lungs. Why was magic make-believe to everyone else who didn't go to a magical school? Padme still didn't believe in magic. She believed things happened for a reason, but magic in the air? The gray tombstones below her held a ghastly glow that Padme disliked. Sure, it was cold if you could feel the rays of the tombs, but otherwise it was a really hot day.
Padme lay down in the lush grass next to the tomb stone of a girl named Jessica Dumas. Padme collected some of the fresh dirt and blew some on the stone. It was a ritual she had been taught to follow as a young girl. It was Cameron who had told her about it. Padme smiled bitterly as she remembered back to the summer, which seemed so long ago. She had wished, hoped, dreamed that her parents would come together again once Cameron was out of the way. She had even written a letter to Roger, her father, about it. He didn't reply yet. Padme could still find herself awake in the night, wondering if she would ever get a letter back. Probably not, but I can still wish.
The sun beat down on her harshly, forcing her to put on the straw hat she had brought along. Padme covered her honey brown eyes with the front of the hat. Wishes never came true. Never. So why wish? Why dream and why hope? Padme drew her knees up to her chest, breathing in deeply the air. She buried her head against her knees and sighed deeply. Mother flashed through her mind quickly. She didn't know that her daughter was in London, just a mile or two away from the house. Padme frowned and buried her tears in her jeans. A gust of wind rustled her brown hair and she looked up quickly. Clouds gathered across the sky. Padme glared at it but that didn't stop the rain-drops from falling. Padme imagined them as tears. She didn't stand, even when the water soaked through her sweater and jeans. She would stay out here until she felt like going in somewhere.
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Post by evilchikaxx on Nov 12, 2005 9:24:12 GMT
That morning Kiani was wearing all black- long-sleeved black jumper with a green collar, black trousers and a silver and green wired braclet on her thin wrists. She walked towards the graveyard, carrying some blood red roses in her hands. She was going to visit her Grandfather, who she had dearly loved before he had died a year ago. Kiani paused for a moment on the grass, setting down the roses to whip her dark hair into a quick messy bun with a silver band. Once she had snapped it in place, Kiani scowled as the bright sun faded in the sky, replaced by dark grey clouds and huge rain drops that almost hurt a little through Kiani's jumper.
Rushing through the steadily growing rainfall, Kiani seped towards her Grandfather's grave. It was huge- a massive black marble curve. On the marble were the etched words-
Colin Sallow
Great father, husband and Grandfather.
We shall never forget his service and neither shall he
Kiani smiled. She didn't know who 'he' was or who his service had been for, but she guessed it to be some sort of helpful thing for some pure-blood. Her Grandfather was always so kind. Kiani stared at the grave, setting the dark flowers beneath it. Then she froze. At the bottom of the huge stone, carved in the marble, was a tiny sign. Kiani couldn't tell if she was imagining it- but it looked very much like that sign she had seen in the newspapers- the 'dark mark'.
Rising, Kiani looked coldly at the grave. It just couldn't be! In anger, Kiani struck out at the marble, forgetting that it couldn't break even from a spell- it was spelled not to. As she nursed her bleading kunckles, Kiani looked up to see another girl standing near, looking down at a grave. Kiani stood there, hoping the girl didn't notice her outburst.
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Post by comix on Nov 12, 2005 15:22:24 GMT
Mitch went to the grave yard as often as possible to see his grandparents and uncle who had died working for the Dark lord years ago , he often walked round the grave yard because his family was spread out all around grave yard he usually took a great big bunch for each grave but he saw the clouds building up and didn't want to waste time and risk getting his favorite dark green robes wet and dirty .
Mitch spent about 10 minutes at each grave he always took a cloth with him to wipe away the dirt that covered the names , Mitch was surprised to see he didn't need to clean any of the Head stones they were all spotless .
Mitch was at the grave yard for about 20 minutes before it started to rain Mitch was sort of prepared because he bought a hooded clock with him , so once it started to rain he flick the hood up and set off to see the other graves he came to his grandfather's grave and noticed that there was another person in the grave yard , he remembered her from hogwarts she was in his house .
Mitch walked other to her he didn't think she could she him because he was behind her , as he got close behind her he said in a sort voice '' hello Kiani '' then he smiled and took his hood off so she would know who it was if she turned round.
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Post by Padme Rendel S2 on Nov 13, 2005 17:09:26 GMT
Padme looked across the graveyard to the Rendel area. It wasn't a large section; most Rendel's lived in Scotland, just like Jack did now. Padme had even thought of moving to Scotland, just to be more like the Rendel she could never be again. With a scowl as dark as the sky, Padme stood up and stepped away from the gray tomb. It marked sadness, grief and remorse. Three things she hated. Padme wanted more things then just that, but it seemed the world turned faster with those things hovering in the atmosphere. With a reluctant sigh, Padme gathered up her things and was about to go when she saw a figure at another tomb. She didn't recognize the person and was about to ignore her when she heard a loud thud. Padme whirled around just in time to see blood on the girl's knuckles.
Padme raised a quick eyebrow. Had she imagined it, or did that girl just lash out on a grave stone? She watched the girl with disapproval. Grave stones were markings of the dead and they were supposed to be treated with care and respect, not attacked by some crazy, unintelligent wacko. Even Padme knew that. As much as she would like to kick her grandparents' stones, she wouldn't dare. Padme believed in spirits from the dead. She believed they came back to the proceeder's to watch them. Padme had seen her own ancestors in the butterflies, the stars even. She had a good imagination on her head, sure, but that was just her.
Padme was about to walk over to the girl and give her a telling-to when another kid - she recognized him later as Mitch - walked over and began talking to the girl in a friendly manner. Padme rolled her eyes to the heavens out of pure frustration. Stalking to the girl and boy, she glared at them both. "And what are you two doing besides attacking grave-stones like the weirdo's you are?" She asked, adding the last part directly at the girl. Sure, maybe that was a little frank but Padme had never been sensitive toward others feelings. She wrinkled her brow at the girl. "Doesn't your mother have a leash and collar to put on you? You obviously need it for control." Padme sneered, smirking pointedly at her. She ignored Mitch; he hadn't done anything wrong so she had nothing to say to him.
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Post by evilchikaxx on Nov 15, 2005 16:00:47 GMT
Kiani looked up at Mitch, nodding at him. She just couldn't believe that her Gradnfather had been working for the Dark Lord- and didn't tell her! She would have helped, probably even gained a title. Staring at the grave, Kiani noticed another Slytherin wondering over. She didn't recognise the girl, but listened with a small smile as the thing insluted her. She gazed deep into the eyes of the speaker, not even flinching as the lame insults were thrown at her. Once the girl was finished, she smiled all the more.
"Is that the best you can do? My Grandparents- even this one, could do better than that. And as for the collar and leash, those are used for my brother. " Here Kiani paused for a moment. She looked the girl up and down, one long eyebrow raised perfectly. "What about you? It's clear a flea like you could only be here to mourn pitifully." She smiled, then looked down at the mark on her ancestor's grave. Oh why didn't he tell her?
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Post by Padme Rendel S2 on Nov 16, 2005 1:46:05 GMT
Padme smirked at the girl. She hated people like herself, and this girl was just like her. Getting insults quickly out of thin air that may not be the best quality but trying them out anyway. It was always worth it to see the persons' reaction anyway. Padme - as she was told how horrible her insults were - remained very calm and collected. Mitch hadn't said anything yet, so still she remained cold toward him. With a raise of her eyebrows, Padme clicked her tongue.
"Yes. I figured one of your status would have to be treated like a rabid animal. Family always inherit things from their ancestors. I can tell just by your actions that your family is as bad as the mudbloods. Filth, in other words." Padme shook her head sadly as she watched the girl with mock pity. "Maybe I have been morning pitifully, but even that is better then attacking a stone like an animal. I guess you can't hide what you are though..." she said softly, with a smirk still plastered on her face. She had seen the girl before in the Slytherin common room, so she was sure it was alright to mention mudbloods. "What were you planning to do, eat the stone or something? Or maybe you were planning to eat your grandparents' flesh? That's what they do in the wild, although being in public, you should save that for a later time dearest."
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Post by comix on Nov 22, 2005 10:02:26 GMT
Mitch stood still like people do when they come face to face with a lion or something as to not intimidated or provoke the beast into an attack. Mitch thought that he was in the same boat as one of those unlucky people that gets caught in the path of a lion or tiger , Slytherins can be just as deadly as a big cat and he didn't want to have them both come crashing down on him .
Mitch stood around like a Hufflepuff in knockturn ally not knowing whether to stay put or try and get away before every thing goes wrong and he's in the middle of it all . Watching insults fly from one to the other Mitch had to try not to smile or even grin encase the other one saw and thought he was taking sides which had happened before and Mitch wasn't going there again .
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