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z999993 · 01-04-2011, 04:43 AM

Sorry it's been a while. And sorry, I'll try to post a little more soon.

Mr. Smith stared at point on the wooden door in front of him, just a few inches above the kids’ heads. He turned Coralie’s question over in his mind, then finally he said, “I don’t know.”
Coralie sighed and fell back against the chair.
“She can’t stay with her brothers.” said Jaxon sternly.
The man’s eyes flicked over his son, then in a pained voice, he said, “Jaxon, can I please talk to you outside?”
“Why?” Jaxon asked suddenly, “If this is about Coralie, then she should hear it too.”
“Please?” he repeated more firmly.
Hesitantly, Jaxon nodded and stood up. Coralie turned around in her seat to watch the two leave the office.
“I’ll be right back.” Mr. Smith said over his shoulder.

“You really care for her.” The father observed.
“Yes I do.”
“You barely even know her, Jaxon. You met her what… yesterday?”
Jaxon stopped in the middle of the hallway to look at his father. Witches and wizards shuffled past, but he didn’t even notice it.
“So what?” he said, “So I’ve known her for only a day. But didn’t you always tell me to put others before myself? I don’t care that I barely know her. She needs my help.”
A small smile flickered across the mans face. Yes he had always told his son that. And it was just like Jaxon to use it against him.
“You can’t let her stay with her brothers,” he repeated.
“What happened to her mother?” asked Mr. Smith after a moment.
Jaxon was taken back at the sudden question. “I… I don’t know,” he stuttered.
“Well, does she have any other living relatives?”
“Not that I know of.” said Jaxon.
“There’s always an orphanage…” said Mr. Smith under his breath.
“What?!”
They had continued walking again, and were slowly wandering around the floor.
“An orphanage? She can’t go to an orphanage. Next year she’ll be of age.” Jaxon defended.
“I know, Jaxon. But what other options do we have?”
Their conversation was cut off by a new voice.
“Uncle, I have those files you needed.”
Reyes came over. He was shuffling through a folder held in his hand.
“What’s that for?” asked the Jaxon curiously.
“I’m on your friends case.” he muttered, taking the folder from his nephew, “These are her father’s files.”

Tell me what you think!

01-04-2011, 04:43 AM	#39 (permalink)
z999993 Imp Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: 12 Grimmauld Place Posts: 419	Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar Sorry it's been a while. And sorry, I'll try to post a little more soon. Mr. Smith stared at point on the wooden door in front of him, just a few inches above the kids’ heads. He turned Coralie’s question over in his mind, then finally he said, “I don’t know.” Coralie sighed and fell back against the chair. “She can’t stay with her brothers.” said Jaxon sternly. The man’s eyes flicked over his son, then in a pained voice, he said, “Jaxon, can I please talk to you outside?” “Why?” Jaxon asked suddenly, “If this is about Coralie, then she should hear it too.” “Please?” he repeated more firmly. Hesitantly, Jaxon nodded and stood up. Coralie turned around in her seat to watch the two leave the office. “I’ll be right back.” Mr. Smith said over his shoulder. “You really care for her.” The father observed. “Yes I do.” “You barely even know her, Jaxon. You met her what… yesterday?” Jaxon stopped in the middle of the hallway to look at his father. Witches and wizards shuffled past, but he didn’t even notice it. “So what?” he said, “So I’ve known her for only a day. But didn’t you always tell me to put others before myself? I don’t care that I barely know her. She needs my help.” A small smile flickered across the mans face. Yes he had always told his son that. And it was just like Jaxon to use it against him. “You can’t let her stay with her brothers,” he repeated. “What happened to her mother?” asked Mr. Smith after a moment. Jaxon was taken back at the sudden question. “I… I don’t know,” he stuttered. “Well, does she have any other living relatives?” “Not that I know of.” said Jaxon. “There’s always an orphanage…” said Mr. Smith under his breath. “What?!” They had continued walking again, and were slowly wandering around the floor. “An orphanage? She can’t go to an orphanage. Next year she’ll be of age.” Jaxon defended. “I know, Jaxon. But what other options do we have?” Their conversation was cut off by a new voice. “Uncle, I have those files you needed.” Reyes came over. He was shuffling through a folder held in his hand. “What’s that for?” asked the Jaxon curiously. “I’m on your friends case.” he muttered, taking the folder from his nephew, “These are her father’s files.” Tell me what you think! __________________ ~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~