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Davvy_Wavvy · 08-29-2016, 09:25 PM

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Originally Posted by pundantic

Chloe was always losing a Clara. Every time she turned around her sister was either gone, hanging upside down on something or yelling about the planet on her soap box. Merlin, she hoped she wasn't hanging upside down on anything. That skirt was too short for hanging and she didn't need the train getting a view of all of her sister's freckles.

With an exasperated sigh, because really it should be harder to lose a whole human being, Chloe clammered down the corridors looking for a flash of red. She huffed as she weaved in and out of crowds because this was not what she wanted for her train riding experience. She wanted silence, she wanted a nice book and she wanted her girlfriends to all just hang out. Summer had been too long without them every day.

But Clara wandered off. It was like having a small child, being the twin sister of Clara Newman.

Peaking in the luggage compartment, Chloe called out her sister's name, "Clara?"

Having Heath as a brother was sometimes the most frustrating thing in the universe. He was no longer a baby so why did he have to leave his compartment to go find, his stupid cup, with his stupid juice, that he stupidly put away in his trunk, instead of in his backpack?

Bentley sighed as he pushed other luggage aside to find Heath's. It was a good thing he was so tall too, otherwise this activity would have had him climbing up to search. He was about to pull his brother's trunk down when he heard a very familiar voice.

"There's no Clara in here." Thank Merlin. "Just...a Bentley." He dropped his hands and turned to look at the source of the voice. Just the person he was hoping to not run into.

08-29-2016, 09:25 PM	#12 (permalink)
Davvy_Wavvy DMLE & MO Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Jamaica Posts: 13,701 Hogwarts RPG Name: Belle Bellaire-Moore Fifth Year x1 x3	Frangelina \|\| twitter addict \|\| Music of the Sun \|\| The Fresh Princess of Bellaire Quote: Originally Posted by pundantic Chloe was always losing a Clara. Every time she turned around her sister was either gone, hanging upside down on something or yelling about the planet on her soap box. Merlin, she hoped she wasn't hanging upside down on anything. That skirt was too short for hanging and she didn't need the train getting a view of all of her sister's freckles. With an exasperated sigh, because really it should be harder to lose a whole human being, Chloe clammered down the corridors looking for a flash of red. She huffed as she weaved in and out of crowds because this was not what she wanted for her train riding experience. She wanted silence, she wanted a nice book and she wanted her girlfriends to all just hang out. Summer had been too long without them every day. But Clara wandered off. It was like having a small child, being the twin sister of Clara Newman. Peaking in the luggage compartment, Chloe called out her sister's name, "Clara?" Having Heath as a brother was sometimes the most frustrating thing in the universe. He was no longer a baby so why did he have to leave his compartment to go find, his stupid cup, with his stupid juice, that he stupidly put away in his trunk, instead of in his backpack? Bentley sighed as he pushed other luggage aside to find Heath's. It was a good thing he was so tall too, otherwise this activity would have had him climbing up to search. He was about to pull his brother's trunk down when he heard a very familiar voice. "There's no Clara in here." Thank Merlin. "Just...a Bentley." He dropped his hands and turned to look at the source of the voice. Just the person he was hoping to not run into. __________________ ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack...