Polexia was trying to make the best of her situation.  All right, it wasn't England.  And it wasn't the road.  She wasn't touring or hanging out with the girls or the bands or anything.  But there wasn't much she could do about it.  She'd already found a house, much, much larger than anything she could have ever afforded in the real world, and with ( Read more... )

Takako really hadn't left her house much since her arrival. A few runs here and there, one party, the occasional trip out for necessities -- but for the most part, she'd stayed inside, crafting a makeshift alarm system and trying to figure out just what the hell was happening ( Read more... )

Polexia felt kind of bad about leaving William in New York without any of the girls to take care of him. (And she knew that they had.) But a deal’s a deal, after all, and they had to be gone before the band left the city. And it was England - she couldn’t resist. She kept telling herself it wasn’t for forever - just a little while. She’d meet ( Read more... )

Luna was quite dirty and tired. It was so odd and cold and dusty in the Malfoy's Mansion.

She'd tried to make conversation with Ollivander, hoping she could be some sort of comfort to that dear old man. The Death Eaters seemed a little flustered at her calmness, how she hadn't struggled to leave once during her time trapped in the cellar.

Yet another ( Read more... )

The first time, it was just a point of little notice. Not worrying; not really. Twice was not a coincidence.

"This can't be happening!"

Ivy was sitting on her front porch, wrapped in a blanket for warmth, crying. She was shaking with the tears, and disgust with herself, with him, with eveything that definitely can't be happening, but would appear ( Read more... )

There Seamus was again, smoking fag after fag. He often did that when he didn't know what he was feeling.

He'd come to a few conclusions, you see. One, he definitely wanted to be more than friends with Michelle. Two, Michelle definitely did not want to be more than friends with Seamus. Actually, it was a possibility she wanted to be less than ( Read more... )

Momiji had been on his way home from school, skipping ahead of his cousins and singing his little song to himself as he went. Though perhaps he shouldn't have gone so very far ahead, since he finds himself at the gates of a house very much not his own ( Read more... )

No decorations, no printed invitations- just word of mouth invites, just booze, just good music. At least Michelle didn't have to worry about her mum coming home.

It was clear that Michelle Richardson was ecstatic that her best friend had suddenly shown up, regardless of the terrible situation Jal had been in. The party wasn't meant to make her ( Read more... )

So, our little princess has spent all day getting ready. She hung up decorations (yes, because she's domestic like that) and cleaned her house, making it all ~pretty~ for New Year's. Stew had his music stuff set up, ready to go, and everything was ready at the bar. The door was open and anyone who was invited (basically everyone) could come in.

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Seamus sat on a bench, freezing his bloody arse off and smoking fag after fag. There were already a few charred butts littering the ground and there were likely to be a few more before he left this spot ( Read more... )