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z999993 · 12-16-2010, 09:34 PM

Here's the next part!

“Don’t you feel better?” taunted Christopher. He pushed his sister into one of the table chairs. She sat down, a hand over her mouth; She was still coughing loudly.
“No.” she was finally able to stutter.
“You know what happened to father last night. Tell us everything.”
Christopher moved closer to Coralie. He stood directly over her, and she tried to look up at him innocently.
“He got arrested.” she said, finally able to speak correctly.
“Who arrested him?” Carson asked.
“Mr. Smith.” Coralie replied.
“Who?” said Christopher.
“He’s our neighbor.” the girl responded obediently.
The two brothers exchanged looks.
“Tell us everything.” Carson repeated Christopher’s earlier words.
The squib bit her lip, but she couldn’t stop herself from talking.
“I was walking with Jaxon-,”
“Who?” asked Christopher again.
“The boy from the river, and he took me to his house.”
“He what?!” yelped the boy.
“Shut up, Chris. Let the girl finish. Besides, we can ask her anything we want.” he smirked, “Keep going.” he added.
“Jaxon took me to his house. He gave me these clothes and healed most of my wounds. I met his family and had dinner there.”
“Then,” persisted the oldest brother.
“Then father showed up. He was yelling at me, and Jaxon tried to defend me-”
“Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know.” Coralie said truthfully.
“Keep going.” said Carson again, but more impatiently.
“Mr. Smith jumped in and stopped the fight. He arrested father for misuse of magic and child abuse.”
“Do any of them know you’re a squib?”
“I told Jaxon yesterday, and father called me that in front of the rest of the family.”
“Great… that’s just great.” Christopher leaned back against the table, which creaked under his weight.
“So a few people know we have a sister that’s a squib. What’s wrong with that?” said Carson.
“The dad works for the Ministry! If he heard father call Coralie a squib… Anyway, he’s going to tell everyone about her."
"He already has." she said flatly, gesturing towards the paper on the table.
“Yes, but reporters for the Prophet could be showing up any minute! What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know-”
There was a knock on the front door.
“It’s them.” Hissed Christopher, “Answer the door.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked back.
“You’re older.”
Carson glared at his younger brother then headed to get the door. Christopher roughly grabbed his sister and pulled her out of sight from the door.
“Let go of me!” she yelled.
“Shut up!” he whispered to her. He clamped a hand over her mouth and she fell quiet.
Carson walked to the door, breathed deeply, then opened it. He was expecting a bunch of people there, but it was only one person.

“Um, is Coralie here?” asked the boy quietly.
“Are you Jaxon?” he asked back.
“Yes.” he muttered quietly. He looked over the person holding open the door. He was a year older than him, and half a head taller than him.
“She’s not here right now.” Coralie’s brother replied.
Jaxon tried to look past him, but he changed his position to block his view.

In another room, Coralie was struggling against her brother’s grip. He tightened his hold on her. The girl heard Jaxon’s familiar voice and tried to speak out, but she couldn’t.
“Well, where is she?” he asked
“She’s busy.” Carson replied curtly.
“I asked where is she.” he smarted.
“It’s none of your business.” he said flatly.
The girl was still struggling against her brother.
“Hold still.” he snarled.
“No.” Coralie was able to throw her brother off of her. He fell back and knocked over a table. It fell with a loud crash and sent wood and books everywhere.
“Coralie!” he shouted after her.

Jaxon and the squib’s brother heard the crash. The boy turned around to look back into the house and, unconsciously, he moved aside. Jaxon was able to see the hallway behind him. He saw the girl dart around a bunch of boxes and objects and her angry brother chasing after her.

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12-16-2010, 09:34 PM	#24 (permalink)
z999993 Imp Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: 12 Grimmauld Place Posts: 419	Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar Here's the next part! “Don’t you feel better?” taunted Christopher. He pushed his sister into one of the table chairs. She sat down, a hand over her mouth; She was still coughing loudly. “No.” she was finally able to stutter. “You know what happened to father last night. Tell us everything.” Christopher moved closer to Coralie. He stood directly over her, and she tried to look up at him innocently. “He got arrested.” she said, finally able to speak correctly. “Who arrested him?” Carson asked. “Mr. Smith.” Coralie replied. “Who?” said Christopher. “He’s our neighbor.” the girl responded obediently. The two brothers exchanged looks. “Tell us everything.” Carson repeated Christopher’s earlier words. The squib bit her lip, but she couldn’t stop herself from talking. “I was walking with Jaxon-,” “Who?” asked Christopher again. “The boy from the river, and he took me to his house.” “He what?!” yelped the boy. “Shut up, Chris. Let the girl finish. Besides, we can ask her anything we want.” he smirked, “Keep going.” he added. “Jaxon took me to his house. He gave me these clothes and healed most of my wounds. I met his family and had dinner there.” “Then,” persisted the oldest brother. “Then father showed up. He was yelling at me, and Jaxon tried to defend me-” “Why would he do that?” “I don’t know.” Coralie said truthfully. “Keep going.” said Carson again, but more impatiently. “Mr. Smith jumped in and stopped the fight. He arrested father for misuse of magic and child abuse.” “Do any of them know you’re a squib?” “I told Jaxon yesterday, and father called me that in front of the rest of the family.” “Great… that’s just great.” Christopher leaned back against the table, which creaked under his weight. “So a few people know we have a sister that’s a squib. What’s wrong with that?” said Carson. “The dad works for the Ministry! If he heard father call Coralie a squib… Anyway, he’s going to tell everyone about her." "He already has." she said flatly, gesturing towards the paper on the table. “Yes, but reporters for the Prophet could be showing up any minute! What are we going to do?” “I don’t know-” There was a knock on the front door. “It’s them.” Hissed Christopher, “Answer the door.” “Why don’t you?” he asked back. “You’re older.” Carson glared at his younger brother then headed to get the door. Christopher roughly grabbed his sister and pulled her out of sight from the door. “Let go of me!” she yelled. “Shut up!” he whispered to her. He clamped a hand over her mouth and she fell quiet. Carson walked to the door, breathed deeply, then opened it. He was expecting a bunch of people there, but it was only one person. “Um, is Coralie here?” asked the boy quietly. “Are you Jaxon?” he asked back. “Yes.” he muttered quietly. He looked over the person holding open the door. He was a year older than him, and half a head taller than him. “She’s not here right now.” Coralie’s brother replied. Jaxon tried to look past him, but he changed his position to block his view. In another room, Coralie was struggling against her brother’s grip. He tightened his hold on her. The girl heard Jaxon’s familiar voice and tried to speak out, but she couldn’t. “Well, where is she?” he asked “She’s busy.” Carson replied curtly. “I asked where is she.” he smarted. “It’s none of your business.” he said flatly. The girl was still struggling against her brother. “Hold still.” he snarled. “No.” Coralie was able to throw her brother off of her. He fell back and knocked over a table. It fell with a loud crash and sent wood and books everywhere. “Coralie!” he shouted after her. Jaxon and the squib’s brother heard the crash. The boy turned around to look back into the house and, unconsciously, he moved aside. Jaxon was able to see the hallway behind him. He saw the girl dart around a bunch of boxes and objects and her angry brother chasing after her. How was that? Leave your replies! __________________ ~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides Wallflower -------------- I’m not here, no one sees me Wallflower -------------- I’m by myself, please excuse me ~o0o~ Last edited by z999993; 12-16-2010 at 09:39 PM.