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Date/Time: August 1st 2003, 9pm
Location: Clayworth manor to the Hara's residence
Open To: Akira Hara
Currently Involving: Kendra Clayworth, Akira Hara
Kendra stood motionless in front of her father, like countless of times before. It didn't make much sense for her to respond when all the man cared to talk about was blood purity and how she should respect her elders, even if she didn't agree. Of course, he hadn't even given her the chance to disagree. "Kendra," he started, covering his face with one hand and sighing into it, "you CANNOT tell your uncle Jacob that Muggles are our equal. You know that is not acceptable!" He looked up at her. "When are you ever going to learn?"
Well, what else could she say? As tempted as she was to say "Maybe... never?", she bit back those words and looked at him with disinterest while her mother sat on the couch in one corner of the living room, knitting, as she always did when her husband went on one of his reprimanding mode. Which is quite often, to say the least.
Finally convinced that nothing he said would move Kendra, Truman stood up, went to grab his coat from the coat rack and called out to his wife. "We're having a meeting tonight. Don't wait up for me." Which meant that the Dark Lord probably had some sort of mission for them, and that frustrated Kendra even further, knowing that they were planning to do something.
She waited until her father was out of the door, then ran to her room to pack a few necessary things for a night or two and left the house by the Floo network after saying a brief "I'm staying over at a friend's" to her mother. She reached Diagon Alley, hailed the Knight bus and suddenly realized she didn't know where to go.
Damn her and her instincts.
Gabe's? Nah, she'd probably terrify the poor boy, coming in the middle of the night. Kat? Hmm, her family live in the wizarding world, so that option's out too. And then there's Akira... Ooooo Akira would be the perfect choice! Digging out her address book, she went to the front of the bus and told the conductor where to go, and being the prompt and punctual driver, Ernie the bus driver took her there in no time.
Now, to explain to Akira and his old man what she was doing at their door step so late at night.
She put on her best smile, cleared her throat and knocked on the door thrice, something of a habit of hers. That done, all she could do now was wait.
Location: Clayworth manor to the Hara's residence
Open To: Akira Hara
Currently Involving: Kendra Clayworth, Akira Hara
Kendra stood motionless in front of her father, like countless of times before. It didn't make much sense for her to respond when all the man cared to talk about was blood purity and how she should respect her elders, even if she didn't agree. Of course, he hadn't even given her the chance to disagree. "Kendra," he started, covering his face with one hand and sighing into it, "you CANNOT tell your uncle Jacob that Muggles are our equal. You know that is not acceptable!" He looked up at her. "When are you ever going to learn?"
Well, what else could she say? As tempted as she was to say "Maybe... never?", she bit back those words and looked at him with disinterest while her mother sat on the couch in one corner of the living room, knitting, as she always did when her husband went on one of his reprimanding mode. Which is quite often, to say the least.
Finally convinced that nothing he said would move Kendra, Truman stood up, went to grab his coat from the coat rack and called out to his wife. "We're having a meeting tonight. Don't wait up for me." Which meant that the Dark Lord probably had some sort of mission for them, and that frustrated Kendra even further, knowing that they were planning to do something.
She waited until her father was out of the door, then ran to her room to pack a few necessary things for a night or two and left the house by the Floo network after saying a brief "I'm staying over at a friend's" to her mother. She reached Diagon Alley, hailed the Knight bus and suddenly realized she didn't know where to go.
Damn her and her instincts.
Gabe's? Nah, she'd probably terrify the poor boy, coming in the middle of the night. Kat? Hmm, her family live in the wizarding world, so that option's out too. And then there's Akira... Ooooo Akira would be the perfect choice! Digging out her address book, she went to the front of the bus and told the conductor where to go, and being the prompt and punctual driver, Ernie the bus driver took her there in no time.
Now, to explain to Akira and his old man what she was doing at their door step so late at night.
She put on her best smile, cleared her throat and knocked on the door thrice, something of a habit of hers. That done, all she could do now was wait.