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Post by Albus Potter on Jul 3, 2008 8:26:24 GMT
Saturday morning found Albus sitting by the black lake, reading a book. It was a rare sight for Albus to be reading. He didn’t like books and would normally stay clear of one, but this one was different. It was a book about America and it was pretty interesting. Something he would never say about a book. He turned the page, to a chapter on New York. New York was a busy city and Albus knew that he would enjoy going there, when he did go there.
He had dreams, after leaving Hogwarts; to go and travel around America, visit all fifty states. He wanted to see how different muggles and wizards in America were different to those in England. He didn’t think they were all that different, but he wouldn’t know unless if he actually went there. The book was written by a wizard, so it spoke a lot of the wizarding community, instead of the muggle ones. Maybe during the summer, he would get his dad to buy him a book about muggles in America.
Wizards there were interesting, though. It even spoke of their school; each state had a school for the wizard children. New York’s school looked nicer than Hogwarts, as he could tell from the pictures in the book. It didn’t really look old, either. He knew it had to be, though. He was sure it was as old as Hogwarts, just better taken care of. He was soon immersed in the book, a faint smile playing on his lips. In fact, he was soon so immersed that he completely forgot he was sitting outside of Hogwarts.
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Post by Katherine Pelletier on Jul 3, 2008 9:59:13 GMT
  SOMEBODY SAVE ME I DON'T CARE HOW YOU DO IT
just save save come on i've been waiting for you to save me- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Katherine Pelletier had long since got used to the way people whispered about her behind her back, it was merely part of her life. She wished vehemently everyday that her Mum had thought to change her last name before sending her off to Hogwarts but she had not so Katy was stuck with the reputation of being the daughter of a very well known death eater, and to add to that the gryffindor daughter of a well known death eater. She had been at the school for five years but that morning, and was into her sixth, she had learned very soon after that first arrival to not pay any attention. She couldn't change who she was, or who her Father was, but she could bloody well change their opinion of her. Ever since she'd had a stereotype placed on her head Kate had worked tirelessly to rub it off. She stood up for Muggleborns against her pureblooded counterparts, she made a point to be friendly to everyone. Katherine had always hated her father so sticking two fingers up to his memory seemed a very good idea.
Pushing her thick black hair over her shoulders and behind her ears she carried herself to the lake, her body weary from too many late nights spent studying. Katy was one the brightest girls in her year, not the brightest but one. She sometimes went to the lake to merely be on her own, it was a way of letting off steam. She was a great fan of kicking her feet in the water and just sitting back to let the sun beat on her tanned skin. Kate was so happy when she discovered she looked more like her mother than her father. She had Charlene's soft skin and black hair, the same hazel brown eyes that caught the sun and twinkled when the two woman smiled. It had been a relief. Katy didn't get to meet her Mother until she was five, when she had escaped her Father's house after he'd been murdered and flown all the way to Scotland. Thank god for SatNav Brooms.
When she neared the edge of the lake she was surprised to see someone already there, usually it was deserted at this time in the morning. Her eyes moved over the figure and she nodded her head in recognition to herself. Albus Potter. Gryffindor, same year as her. Grinning with friendly abandon she basically skipped over to him in her usual bubbly manner and plonked herself down next to him, making a point of staring at his book while she teased him with, "What you're reading?" Her voice was still deeply Scottish from her upbringing and she wouldn't have changed it for the world. She was of Spanish and English blood, yet she spoke with a Scottish accent, wow what a mixture that was.
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