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z999993 · 12-07-2010, 03:11 AM

I just got sorted into Gryffindor! haha

K, Here's the next part.

Sudden realization dawned over Jaxon’s face.
“So that’s why we never met before.” he muttered.
Coralie nodded. “My whole family’s been in Slytherin. And they’re all purebloods.” she said, “Father didn’t want anyone to know I had wrecked the family bloodline.”
“‘Wreck the family bloodline’?” he asked credulously, then scoffed. “Coralie who cares if your a squib.”
He took her other arm in his hand and healed the cuts with his wand.
“Everyone does. Tell me, how many other squibs have you met?”
Jaxon hesitated before answering. “Well…”
“Exactly. None. Squibs like me are all hushed up nowadays.”
Coralie turned around after he had finished fixing up her arm.
“I don’t mind that your a squib,” he mumbled.
The girl didn’t reply. After a moment, Jaxon finally spoke.
“Woah, your really beaten up.” he muttered pointedly.
Coralie looked in the mirror. Behind her, the boy was staring at her back. Hesitantly, he reached up to undo the buttons on her dress. Coralie pulled aside her brown hair.
“I can’t heal bruises.” he murmured. He traced one of the longer purple bruises, which ran from the base of her neck, down her back, and some ways around her shoulder blade. Coralie shivered at his gentle touch.
“It’s ok.” she said.
“I can fix these though.” Jaxon had found one of the few sources of the red stains on her dress. Again, he traced the edges with his wand.
“Get a bath, then come back downstairs, my mum wanted to meet you.” Jaxon smiled and left, closing the door behind him.

“Where is she?” Mrs. Smith asked her son.
Jaxon threw his wand onto the counter. His mother stood in front of him, a few inches shorter, and holding a steaming plate of chicken.
“Upstairs.” he said.
Addison came running down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“Wasn’t that the girl we met today?” she asked excitedly.
Jaxon laughed. “Yes she is, Addy.”
“What’s she doing here?”
Mrs. Smith answered. “She’s our guest, so be polite.”
Jaxon bent down and tugged on one of his sister’s blonde pigtails, “Listen to mum. We don’t want to scare her away.”
“Ooooooh. Jaxon’s got a girlfriend.”
Color flooded up the back of the boy’s neck.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” he stated.
“Whatever you say.” Addison Smith skipped over to her seat and hummed quietly while she waited for dinner.

Coralie stepped out of the bathtub. She dried off with a soft, white towel, then slipped on the dress Jaxon had given her. It almost fell down to her feet, but it fit perfectly. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Coralie’s once matted brown hair curled down to her shoulders. Her face was no longer bloody or covered in dirt, but looked pale and splattered with light freckles. She ran the length of the towel through her hair, to try and dry it. Content with her image, she walked down the hallway.

“You a friend of Addy’s?”
Coralie jumped at the sudden voice. A man stood in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. He leaned casually against the frame. Coralie looked up at him then said, “No, Jaxon’s.”
Mr. Smith was a tall man. He had the same dark brown hair as his son and the same deep blue eyes. He was a little more broader, and laugh lines were crowded at the corners of his eyes.
“Never seen you around before.” he scrutinized her figure.
“No,” she agreed.
“Are you staying for dinner?” he asked.
“I- I don’t know, Sir. You see, my family is kinda dependent on my being there to cook.”
“I’m sure they won’t miss you for one night.” His lips curved into a slight smile.
I’m sure they would, she thought, but she didn’t say anything.
Instead, Mr. Smith put his hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the kitchen.

K, leave your replies!

12-07-2010, 03:11 AM	#15 (permalink)
z999993 Imp Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: 12 Grimmauld Place Posts: 419	Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar I just got sorted into Gryffindor! haha K, Here's the next part. Sudden realization dawned over Jaxon’s face. “So that’s why we never met before.” he muttered. Coralie nodded. “My whole family’s been in Slytherin. And they’re all purebloods.” she said, “Father didn’t want anyone to know I had wrecked the family bloodline.” “‘Wreck the family bloodline’?” he asked credulously, then scoffed. “Coralie who cares if your a squib.” He took her other arm in his hand and healed the cuts with his wand. “Everyone does. Tell me, how many other squibs have you met?” Jaxon hesitated before answering. “Well…” “Exactly. None. Squibs like me are all hushed up nowadays.” Coralie turned around after he had finished fixing up her arm. “I don’t mind that your a squib,” he mumbled. The girl didn’t reply. After a moment, Jaxon finally spoke. “Woah, your really beaten up.” he muttered pointedly. Coralie looked in the mirror. Behind her, the boy was staring at her back. Hesitantly, he reached up to undo the buttons on her dress. Coralie pulled aside her brown hair. “I can’t heal bruises.” he murmured. He traced one of the longer purple bruises, which ran from the base of her neck, down her back, and some ways around her shoulder blade. Coralie shivered at his gentle touch. “It’s ok.” she said. “I can fix these though.” Jaxon had found one of the few sources of the red stains on her dress. Again, he traced the edges with his wand. “Get a bath, then come back downstairs, my mum wanted to meet you.” Jaxon smiled and left, closing the door behind him. “Where is she?” Mrs. Smith asked her son. Jaxon threw his wand onto the counter. His mother stood in front of him, a few inches shorter, and holding a steaming plate of chicken. “Upstairs.” he said. Addison came running down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Wasn’t that the girl we met today?” she asked excitedly. Jaxon laughed. “Yes she is, Addy.” “What’s she doing here?” Mrs. Smith answered. “She’s our guest, so be polite.” Jaxon bent down and tugged on one of his sister’s blonde pigtails, “Listen to mum. We don’t want to scare her away.” “Ooooooh. Jaxon’s got a girlfriend.” Color flooded up the back of the boy’s neck. “She’s not my girlfriend.” he stated. “Whatever you say.” Addison Smith skipped over to her seat and hummed quietly while she waited for dinner. Coralie stepped out of the bathtub. She dried off with a soft, white towel, then slipped on the dress Jaxon had given her. It almost fell down to her feet, but it fit perfectly. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Coralie’s once matted brown hair curled down to her shoulders. Her face was no longer bloody or covered in dirt, but looked pale and splattered with light freckles. She ran the length of the towel through her hair, to try and dry it. Content with her image, she walked down the hallway. “You a friend of Addy’s?” Coralie jumped at the sudden voice. A man stood in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. He leaned casually against the frame. Coralie looked up at him then said, “No, Jaxon’s.” Mr. Smith was a tall man. He had the same dark brown hair as his son and the same deep blue eyes. He was a little more broader, and laugh lines were crowded at the corners of his eyes. “Never seen you around before.” he scrutinized her figure. “No,” she agreed. “Are you staying for dinner?” he asked. “I- I don’t know, Sir. You see, my family is kinda dependent on my being there to cook.” “I’m sure they won’t miss you for one night.” His lips curved into a slight smile. I’m sure they would, she thought, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, Mr. Smith put his hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the kitchen. K, 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~