"I doubt she would," Jamie said, laying down on the floor. "She'd be a pretty back vacation person and no one wants to stay somewhere with an evil angry lady." He closed his eyes and settled down as though he were going to take a nap, but honestly, the floor was too uncomfortable.

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Hardly a minute later, Ashlie appeared in the fireplace. Unlike the other two, she didn't fall out, and gracefully (as gracefully as she was) walked out of it and brushed the ash off of her white shirt.

"What are you doing, Jamie?" she asked incredulously, arching an eyebrow. Shrugging at the strangeness of her boy (she did fondly refer to him as hers during the summer, it was a bad habit of hers, yes, because there was no way that she could have birthed that child at age 9). She looked around before spying the woman at the reception desk.

She eyed the compute the receptionist was typing on with a bit of greedy envy. Sure, she'd brought her laptop along, but it wasn't that great. Either way. She wasn't sure if she'd even HAVE time to use it.

"Hello there," she greeted the lady.

In her annoyingly squeaky voice, which nearly made Ashlie visibly cringe, she greeted her with the usual. "Hello, welcome to Whittiker Lake. Please put your name in our guest registry while I pull up your reservation. Last name please?"

Ashlie nodded. "Moore," she said. "I believe. I'm not sure, it was a surprise, this reservation and-"

The woman interrupted her. "Ah, yes, Cabin 13. Two rooms complete with all the usual convieniances. You'll want to read up on these, just basic instructions. If you have any questions, please refer them to me."

Ashlie nodded and gathered the instructional pamphlets and the key. "Thank you very much," she said, before turning to the two kids. "Alright, dears, off we go. Come along!"

Celestina nodded at Ashlie, glad that she could finally settle into her room or wherever they were going to be staying. Quickly getting up she pulled Jamie by his collar and whined.

"Mooooove James," she said in a sing song voice. "Ashlie go the reservations. This is not the time nor the place to be taking a nap!"

Kay spent the better part of an hour reading the chapter on how to turn certain electrical features on and off, as well as the dangers of getting these Muggle items wet or placing anything that didn't resemble a plug into something Muggles called an electrical outlet.

"Fascinating," she said as she got up off the couch and trod over to what looked like a switch located by the door. "Hmm. I wonder what this, um, switch does." She examined the strange object before attempting to touch it.

Reaching out with her right hand, she tugged at the small protruding object and nothing happened. "Gulping gargoyles! How does this thing work?" Kay picked up the book and flipped to the page that showed a diagram of how to use a switch. "Oh, I have to push it upwards to turn it on and then push it down to turn it off. I can't believe I got a light switch," she said and hesitated because she wanted to say the word correctly, "powered by electricity mixed up with a plug."

She tried again and this time, she flipped the switch upwards and the lights came on in the cabin. "Interesting." She flipped the switch again and the lights turned off. Kay flipped the switch again and the lights turned back on. "There. I'll leave these Muggle lights on and see what that strange white box in the kitchen is."

A few steps later, she found herself in the kitchen and squealed with delight. "Oh! I know what that is! It's a microwave and it is plugged into a Muggle outlet!"

Xavier stood up, looking around again. It was nice to be out in the wild, for the most part, but he felt a sort of deficiency. He wished that there were some wizards around, so he could at least talk to someone.

He started walking up the slope towards Cabin 20, passing many along the way. If he didn't run into any obvious wizards within a day, he'd ask the witch at the front counter.

OOC: A new character for Sierra. Her name's Janelle soooo bwhaha

A 'pop' noise was heard as soon as a woman probably in her early 30's suddenly appeared in the check-in area of Whittiker Lake. Her things were with her as well and she had a lot of things. She ran her fingers through her medium length blonde hair as she walked up to the counter to get her room. She needed a huge break from the Ministry of Magic for a while. She had finally retired from being an Auror because she wanted to do something else with her life. What that was, she was not sure of at this current moment. She had always wanted to be a Quidditch referee so she would try that out to see how that went.

"Excuse me I have a reservation here under the name Janelle Pierzina."

Jamie rose to his feet and glanced up at Bucky, eyes wide with horror. "James?" he gasped in a choked voice. "You called me James?!" His mouth formed into a horrified "o" as he gaped at his friend.

"Honestly, Jamie, c'mon, our luggage will be arriving soon," Ashlie urged, leaving the small cabin. It was definetly the wilderness here. No one else seemed to be out yet, from here.

Like a loyal puppy, Jamie trotted after Ashlie, pulling Bucky with him by her hand.

Kay spent almost an hour learning how to turn various electrical devices on and off in the cabin with the exception of the large black box that sat in a corner opposite the fireplace. Growing a bit bored, she walked out onto the front porch and sat down on the porch swing.

She had barely started to swing when a large post owl swooped down and dropped several letters into her lap. "Let's see who these are from," she said as she examined the wax seals on the back of each letter. "Quidditch Federation . . . Ministry . . . St. Mungo's . . . wait, that's odd. Why would I get a letter from the Ministry of Magic?"

Wondering what the letter contained, Kay broke the seal and began to read the letter which happened to be written in a spidery handwriting that she knew too well - it was from her aunt. The letter was very cold and formal, containing praises for her bravery and that her injuries were badges of courage. Nowhere did Luciana McLaggen mention any sign of affection for her niece or any questions about her new-found circumstances. Kay shrugged her shoulders and folded the letter up and proceded to open the second letter from St. Mungo's reminding her of a scheduled appointment regarding her injuries.

"The Quidditch Federation. It's about time they sent me the summer schedule," she said as she opened the letter. "No!" A crestfallen look appeared as her eyes darted back and forth as she read and re-read the letter. She had been removed from the team due to the nature of her injuries and St. Mungo's refusing to clear her to play during the summer.

In anger, she crumpled the letter and tried to throw it to the other edge of the porch. The paper landed 3 feet away and all she felt was a searing pain in her right shoulder.

As Xavier walked by Kay's cabin he looked up as an owl passed in front of him. "Now, there's a sign," he thought to himself, looking up at the cabin. There, a girl, who seemed to be in some pain had just thrown a wad of paper across the porch.

Xavier walked up. "Are you alright?" he asked, making sure that nothing much was wrong.

"I did," she stated, hands on her hips but she was dragged off before she could lecture Jamie any further about what was his actual name. A lecture she should give herself she thought for two seconds before deciding that this was an entirely different situation.

"So, are we going to be staying in a tent or something?" Celestina asked, slightly horrified at the thought. "Nature and I, yeah...not the best of friends just so you know. Not that you care or anything. I mean you are paying and all but I just wanted to say... I'll shut up now."

She finished. For now. Bucky had recently added babbling into her bad habits.

Kay shook her head and looked up. "Um, yeah. I'm okay," she replied and smiled because she needed to get that letter off her mind immediately. "Isn't the lake wonderful? It's so peaceful and calm out here."

Xavier stepped back to take another look at the lake. "Yeah, it is beautiful. I was just down there and walking back when I saw an owl." He paused for a moment, trying to word his sentence right. "Do you see owls a lot?"

He had a small twinkle in his eye, hoping she knew what he meant. Otherwise, she was probably just some muggle and the owl had just flown by.

Kay looked at Xavier with a puzzled look and tried to figure out what he meant by that because it was a strange question in her mind. "Owls? Why, yes I do. You see them at all times of the day and night," she said. She was accustomed to seeing owls at any given time and did not realize that Muggles usually saw owls at daybreak, twighlight, and during the evening hours.

"I'm Kay Harrison by the way," she said.

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Max opened the door to the office and stepped inside. He was silhoueted by a golden light (which happened to be the sun) and could instictively feel that he was making a grand entrance. The door closed behind him as he strode over to the woman who was waiting for the receptionist to give her her cabin number. He looked the woman over with a keen eye and grinned. She's gorgeous!

Not wanting to disappoint the woman, Max quickly moved into action. "Let me take care of this," he said to the receptionist who was angrily mumbling some nonsense about chipping a finger nail. "Hmm . . . Janelle. That is a beautiful name for such a gorgeous woman." He dazzled her with a gleaming smile and made some quick changes in the computer. "Cabin 2 is all yours, my dear," he said as he handed her the key and winked.

Janelle was looking at her nails when she was suddenly brought to attention by a guy who had just started talking. She assumed he either owned the place or worked there. Either way, he looks like a Greek God. Janelle never blushed about anything but a small blush crept up on her face when he complimented her name and looks. My god this guy has gorgeous teeth! Really bright which is good. Definitely a positive.

"Ah thank you! I swear I've seen you somewhere before but I can't quite remember where. Anyway, since you like my name, I need to know yours now to see if your name fits you."
Great job Janelle. Perfect excuse to get the guy's name. You came here for a break, not a boyfriend. She held onto her key and smiled her own sparkling smile to dazzle the guy. Where have I seen him before? This is bugging me.

"Maximus Vindictus, at your service my dear," he said as he took her hand and lightly brushed his lips against the top of her knuckles. "I hope you enjoy your stay here at my resort." He let go of her hand and winked.

Hookay what just happened there? This thought was in Janelle's mind as her brain finally clicked when he said his name. She finally remembered where she knew him from but most of those thoughts just vanished out of her brain as she suddenly felt like she was going to fly. Oh no he just did not do that. Janelle could play too, though. She got extremely close to his face but instead went to his ear and started whispering.

"You're going to make my stay a billion times better than I thought it would be."

Her eyes were sparkling now. She was having fun with this guy. She remembered him being a Quidditch star so this was definitely a new start for Janelle. I knew quitting was the best thing I had ever done.

Max grinned and walked over to the door, opening it. "I'll see you around then Janelle," he said and stepped outside. "Oh, before I forget. I'm next door in Cabin 1," he added and closed the door behind him.

"See you Max." Janelle said as she walked out of the check-in place to her cabin. When she arrived, she placed her things where she wanted them to go and stepped out on the deck. She gasped seeing the view that this place provided. It was like she had been transported into a landscape painting. It was that beautiful there at Whittiker Lake. She walked back inside and raised a brow since there were Muggle appliances everywhere. Sure she had worked in the Ministry and she had friends that worked with the Muggles but she had never really gotten the chance to learn how to use some of the muggle things. She did know how to turn on lights and stuff but she could not cook like a muggle. This is going to be fun.

"I'm Xavier Davis," Xavier said, extending his hand and sitting down on one of the porch steps.

"I think I remember you from school," he continued. "I left two years ago, although I would have graduated last year. I think you were a year under me."

"I don 't like James," the boy said, making a sour face. "It sounds so stuffy an' all. Like a man or something. You'd expect a Professor to be named James. Or a father to be James. I'm definetly not a daddy." He shook his head furiously at the ludicrous idea. "Besides, I think I'm more of a Jamie anyway."

Jamie's face split into his puppy dog grin, the one that gave people urges to rub him behind the ears, at his friend. "Did you even bring bug spray?" he asked her. "The bugs might try to eat you if you didn't."

He looked around at the other cabins as they passed them by, the people walking around. There were people all over; it seemed they came out during the day. The lake wasn't far off, he could hear the water lapping about, and there was that distict feeling of being out in the high sun with the water nearby that made him want to cringe a bit. Putting his hand above his eyes to shield the sun out, he saw a few people playing out in the water, the sun dancing on the waves, sparkling over the grey-green water.

"Urgggh! People swim in that?" he asked.

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Ashlie chuckled at Bucky and shook her head. "Trust me," she said, "even I wouldn't want to sleep in the wild. The one time I ever went camping in a tent, I swear I thought I was going to die. Bugs and all, and a thin sleeping bag on the ground, my parents decided we had to eat packaged food and stuff. It was terrible. I refused to ever do it again. But, about the next year, the family kind of... fell apart, so... yeah."

She shrugged lightly and smiled at the two kids. She liked them. Maybe one day she'd have a children of her own. Or adopt. Adoption would be nice.

"Don't worry, Bucky," she said, still feeling absurd at calling the girl by such a strange name, "we have a cabin. Which is basically, a little house, not even a real authentic cabin or anything. There's beds and pillows and blankets and microwaves and lighting fixtures and heating and cooling. We'll be fine."

Kay shook Xavier's hand. "I think I remember you, too" she said and proceeded to gather up her mail, ignoring the one letter she crumpled up. "It's been a bit quiet out here for the past 5 days. I was beginning to think that I was the only person staying at this place." She smiled and turned her attention to the reflection of the trees in the glass-like surface of the lake.

It was true. She was beginning to feel isolated from the world and had finally ventured into the local village earlier that day. The local grocer turned out to be a squib (it was obvious from the smell of cooked cabbage that waifted into the air from a staircase leading up to his residence) and he took great pleasure in helping her transport the groceries back to her cabin (there was a fireplace hidden behind a closed door for wizards to use).

A melancholy look soon appeared in her eyes as she continued to stare at the water. Why hasn't Elijah written? He must have received the letter I sent him because Artemis came back four days ago. Maybe he's still angry with me, and even more so because I didn't tell him what happened.

"Yes, I was about to worry the same thing," Xavier said, looking around. "Kind of desolate, minus the muggle children over there. It's amazing how bratty muggles can become."

He smiled, reminding himself he was muggle-born, or at least had been told that. He still wondered a little bit.

"Don't mean to be rude, Xavier," Kay said as she stood up. "But I need to go take my potions now. I'll see you around, okay?" She gathered her letters, including the one she crumpled up and tried to throw across the porch, and went inside her cabin.

Once inside, she limped over to the couch and laid down, propping her feet up on the armrest. Her ankle was now a pale purple-yellowish color but it was healing faster than her shoulder. She reached up and touched her necklace with her left hand while her right arm lie by her side. Slowly, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.

Xavier nodded and started to walk back to his cabin. He was happy to know that there was another wizard around.

Kirstie stepped out of the floo portal and waited for Chester to join her. She was holding only a small handbag, Her larger suitcase she had left for Chester to carry. She was afterall funding this little vacation, well her boss was but it was basically the same thing. She flicked a stray strand of green hair over her shoulder and tapped her foot impatiently.

Chester nearly tripped over as he flew out of the floo portal, a suitcase in each hand. He managed to get his balance just in time before he collided with Kirstie. He straightened up and nodded to Kirstie before heading over to the main desk.

"Hi, we have a reservation under McGonagall and Knightley" he told the woman behind the counter.

"Ah yes, reservation made last night... you're in cabin 18, right next to the tennis courts"

Kirstie almost scoffed at the woman mentioning the tennis courts. Kirstie would NOT be playing tennis, probably not even watching tennis. If the choice of holiday location had been up to her, she would have gone somewhere that was in the middle of winter... like antarctica. The sun was her enemy and she avoided it at all costs.

Chester gave Kirstie a quick glance before taking the key off the woman and heading out the door. Seeing a sign that said tennis court, Chester headed in that direction and eventually spotted their cabin. He lugged the suitcases inside and placed them near the door.

He looked up and saw that there was one bed. One double bed. This was going to be awkward.

"Uhhh, how is that going to work?" he turned and asked Kirstie, pointing at the bed.

"Easy." Kirstie said. "You're sleeping on the couch" and with that she took her suitcase and started unpacking things into the drawers beside the bed.

A new arrival at Whitiker Lake. He'd grown a bit since the term had ended and now. He was definately more muscular than usual, yet his face wore an exhausted expression all the time. This could be seen by the dark circles under his eyes. His dark hair was just as unkempt as ever, and as much as he tried to comb it, it only seemed to worsen.

Elijah Young was not like the other older students attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was... well... special to say the least. He's recieved a special request to join what was called the Dark Magic Bounty Hunters. With the threat of a Dark Lord (Lord Voldemortist) growing more and more prominent (espcially with Him showing up at Hogwarts for two terms now) an organization had formed in the heart of England. An old school mate of Elijah's was the one who sent him the letter regarding the DMBH. Feeling that this was his calling, 80 percent of his time was spent away from home in Acerbus City (on the outskirts of Glastonburry). During the school year, he spent most of his weekends in Acerbus training with the other memebers. This wasn't a normal DADA class or YAC as he was a part of at Hogwarts. This training was intense. He attends special classes that help with tougening people up to perform Unforgiveable curses; for as witches and wizards alike know, if you have a pure heart, trying to cast an Unforgiveable is not effective at all.

And that was only a quarter of what Elijah has been going through. He didn't want to think about any of that now. He was here for one reason, and one reason only. Kay. He'd recieved her letter weeks ago and was just now able to get away from Acerbus to go visit her.

He bade the one in charge welcome, and told him that he was here to visit someone, and knew exactly where to go. He made his way through the cabins until he reached the door of Cabin 7. He didn't know what to expect when the door opened, and the girl of his dreams stood before him.

He slowly reached his fist to the wooden door, and knocked four times.