Sweet Serenity is Out There. ((Jasmine))

[casey]

“See you tomorrow,” Dorian called as she left the Cubby, her shift was over and her afternoon was her own. There were no shoots planned for that evening so Dorian could happily do whatever she pleased, though all she wanted was a cold butterbeer and to put up her feet for a while. She was wearing a light floral skirt in a pale yellow with a lilac cardigan, and casual white slippers. She stepped out into the afternoon sun, her white bag slung over her shoulder, before heading to her right to a nearby snack bar, where she could grab that butterbeer and something to eat.

“Lolita’s Lovely Lunches,” was the name over the store door. Yes, she worked at the Cubby and the food there was wonderful, but she ate there nearly everyday and she wanted something different, that and her little sister would all but kill her if she had to clean her table after her for the fourth time that week. She stepped in the door and heard a whisper as she passed the counter, her eye barely getting a glimpse of one of those silly tabloids that was still running the story of her and Fabien. She didn’t want to think about him.

She took a seat at a small table for four near the window so she could see who went by. She placed her bag in the seat next to her and pulled out one of the menus that was placed at the table’s centre. She flipped it opened and began to read, ignoring the fact that she could feel eyes on her. Sometimes she wished she hadn’t started modelling, but she couldn’t stop, she loved it too much, even though it put her life in the limelight at times, especially when things went wrong. And things had gone terribly wrong with Fabien. She should have known better than to date someone who was also in the business, but he was charming and they were thrown together so many times that it seemed fated…ill-fated more likely.

“Good afternoon. How may I help you?” came a voice from her right, there was a thick Indian accent to it. She looked up at one of the women from behind the counter. “Yes, can I get a butterbeer please? I’ll order in a while,” she added. The woman nodded and disappeared again. Dorian looked out onto the street at everyone passing by, everything seemed so at peace in that moment. Sweet serenity.

[Jasmine Anderson]

The black Honda drove into the white concrete driveway halting as the engine turned off. Jason than stepped out of the car and walked into the house before his cousin and sister. Jasmine knew he couldn't stand another moment of her raging over David. But what do you expect shes a girl? Opening the car door Jasmine slammed it shut storming into the house. Her football bag swinging on her shoulders as she walked. How on earth could David do that! After all the things she done for him! All the memories! Did that not mean anything to him? Her best guy friend hitting her in the head with a football and running off laughing about it! Craig followed behind her into the two story house closing the door gently behind him. "Calm down Jazz...It's called a joke! I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he said as Jasmine trudged up the stairs but stopped halfway to stare at her cousin. "Yeah you call hitting your best friend in the head with a football laughing and running off with stupid friends is nothing to calm down about!" she spoke, her voice filling with rage. Throwing her hands into the air Jasmine just shocked them walking up the remaining stairs toward the bathroom slamming the door hard behind her.

An hour later Jasmine walked out of her bedroom in a more relaxed mood. "I see you calmed down little sis." Jason said peeking his head out the bedroom door. Narrowing her eyes at her older brother Jasmine stuck her tongue out at him continuing down the white carpeted stairs toward the kitchen looking for something eat. Her bare feet made sinking noise on the shinny wooden flour of the kitchen. Walking up to the refrigerator Jasmine opened it up looking for something easy to eat. Maybe a sandwich, frozen food, those kind of foods. There was nothing! Only a half of gallon of milk, cheese, butter, and waters. Where was the food? Where was the ham, Turkey, yogurt all those good stuff? Sighing Jasmine took out a bottle of water closing the Refrigerator door gentle. Making her way up to the cabinets Jasmine looked around only seeing boxes of dried of noodles that needed to be cooked. But she had that yesterday. This was the price for living with five men in the house.

Taking a sip of bottled water Jasmine walked into the living room noticing Craig watching a Football match on TV. Staring blankly at the television set Jasmine shocked her head from side to side returning back to normal. "What happened to all the food in the house? I'm sure it didn't grow legs and run away." Jasmine asked leaning to one side with her right hand on her hip. It took Craig a while to answer her question, he was too into the game. "Don't know but if they did could you chase them down? I'm hungry." he said ducking as a pillow flew at him. "Make your own meal like everybody else!" Jasmine said laughing and thinking for a moment on what to do with her day. She was off from work from The Cubby and she let Wildfire take a break from training for an upcoming show. Dana was busy along with her other friends from Hogwarts and the muggle world. No other thing to do than go to Hogsmeade, since Diagon Alley had been attacked. Sighing Jasmine threw another pillow at Craig and laughed. "I'm going to Hogsmeade. Tell mum when she comes home so she doesn't flip and get worried." Jasmine told him. Nodding his head Jasmine walked out of the room to get ready.

The sun was shining on Jasmine as she walked into the busy streets of Hogsmeade. It seemed more packed than usual. With all the witched and wizards going around trying to get things done. Letting a smile grow on her face Jasmine continued to walk down the dirt road trying not getting bumped or pushed by anybody else. Her long dark brown hair was down so her red highlights were visible under the sun. Jasmine had recently got red highlights to develop her personality more. She didn't want to be the so shy anymore. Tucking strands behind her ears Jasmine looked around for someplace to eat. Her knee high jean skirt with a blue tee shirt made her stand out somewhat from the crowd. Noticing a sign over head Jasmine walked up to the store reading it carefully. Lolita’s Lovely Lunches sounded like a good place to eat. It didn't look so packed like The Three Broomsticks. Making her way into the store Jasmine stopped as she saw someone familiar sitting at a table just staring off into the streets. Taking a couple more steps toward the girl Jasmine smiled as she recognized it was Dorian Strathclyde a former Ravenclaw and Keeper of the Quidditch team. "May I sit here or are you waiting for someone else?" Jasmine asked as she reached the table.

[casey]

Dorian was completely unaware of the attack on Diagon Alley. There was no radio in the restaurant so she had no clue that anything had happened, that people she knew had gotten hurt. She was completely oblivious, enjoying the peace that she could afford at the moment. It seemed her life was on fast forward at the moment; working at the Cubby, modeling, working out a business plan and thinking about whether or not she should go to college. Her mind never seemed to be able to catch up. There was also the Fabien thing that she was trying to avoid.

Since she had come back to England she had intended to try to find some of her old friends. She had met up with Catalina and a few others, but she hadn’t seen a particular someone whom she wanted to see…Robin.

She was gently rocking her leg back and forth when a female voice interrupted her thought patterns. At first Dorian thought it was the waitress till she realized the question asked. ‘May I sit with you?’ Dorian gave a smile, “Yes of course,” she said and offered the girl a seat. “How are you Jasmine?” she asked. Jasmine was a former schoolmate of hers. It seemed so strange to think she was a ‘former’ student of Hogwarts.

“How’ve you been?”