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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am

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Where am I? Magical Neep
Who am I with? Elliott, Kenneth, Ruth
What am I doing? Waking up
What am I thinking? What the hell just happened?
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
What am I wearing? Summer Outfit
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Jesse groaned as he woke up, still feeling the aftereffects of the curse he'd been pegged with. He ached all over, but it was an ache, not the suffocating pain that he had felt before. He vaguely read about the spell that had been used, but never had he seen them used, and never had he expected for them to be used against him. He looked around and frowned, not quite understanding what had happened. He was in the back room of the Magical Neep, and he could no longer hear the shouting and screaming as loudly. Sitting up, he spotted Elliott and poked the other teen. Maybe Elliott could enlighten him as to what the hell happened, and exactly how they had gotten to the shop. "What just happened? Don't tell me that the people that attacked the station are still there."


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OOC: Short and crappy post!


It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"

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♥ јεṡṡε сαlṿεɾτ ♥
Looking Smart at The Magic Neep - Back Room with Jesse
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Relieved
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❝ Oh thank ******** Merlin... ❞
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spaceElliott didn't want to leave his brother and Ruth alone at the door, but he knew he didn't have a choice; Kenneth would tan his hide if he didn't comply and get Jesse into the back. Besides, it wasn't like he could just drop the other boy on the ground and stand over him defensively while trying to help out; seemed liked a pretty good way to get his boyfriend killed. So, he'd grit his teeth, thrown a few choice swears over his shoulder, and then levitated Jesse into the back room as instructed. There, he'd settled the Slytherin down and attempted to wake him.

spaceThe whole time Jesse was unconscious, Elliott had been fighting a little voice inside his head that was telling him this was his fault. He should've done something. But what the hell was he supposed to have done? He was fifteen, for Merlin's sake, he didn't have a clue what he was doing! The only people to blame, he kept telling himself, were the Death Eater who'd attacked Jesse, and the Slytherin arsehole who'd shoved him into the line of fire. Elliott again found himself wishing he could've gotten away with a little more in the way of revenge, but the kid was thirteen, and it was irrational. Besides, he'd needed to get Jesse somewhere safe.

spaceHe still didn't have any clue what to do; he'd been shaking and prodding at Jesse, even used auquamenti to try the whole 'cold water in the face' thing to try and wake the boy up. The whole time, he was cursing the fact that he didn't know a spell to do it, and wondering if a slap would work. It proved unnecessary; just as the Ravenclaw was staring up at the ceiling wondering how much Jesse would kill him for doing it, the Slytherin sat up and poked him. He let out a relieved sigh, then kissed his boyfriend. He hadn't quite realized it until that moment, but he'd actually been somewhat terrified. After all, the cruciatus curse could mess up a person's head. There'd been no telling what sort of state Jesse would be in when he woke up. But, he seemed more or less normal. For a second, Elliott sort of forgot about everything else and just let himself be happy that the other boy was apparently alright.

spaceWhen he finally pulled away, he remembered that Jesse had questioned him, and collected his thoughts to answer. "Cruciatus curse; that ******** t**t Hamilton shoved you right into it. You passed out, I had to levitate your arse here." He frowned, shaking his head. "No clue what it's like out there now, but I'm pretty sure Ken would've come to check on us if it were clear. So they're probably still out there." Elliott hoped that Jesse wasn't about to try and get up and go back out there or anything stupid like that; as much as he personally would like to be watching his brother's back, he'd already seen Jesse get knocked out, and that had scared the s**t out of him. He didn't want to repeat the experience, or have to worry about him getting hit with a killing curse. He didn't want either of them to be, honestly, but he was just enough worried about his brother and Ruth to overlook that... if not for Jesse. But, he was more concerned about his boyfriend than the others, he'd admit it.


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Red Hot Missy


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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD

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Where am I? Magical Neep
Who am I with? Gia, Tristan, Lori, some weirdos
What am I doing? Getting out of the line of fire!
What am I thinking? Well, at least in here we're safer than out there!
What am I wearing? Summer Outfit
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Carver had practically rushed into the shop as soon as the guy let them in, and stood out of the way while Lori was carrying Gia. He didn't need to be a doctor to know that Gia losing that much blood was going to end badly for her. As it was, he could do nothing for it, and instead waited for the group of kids to get inside. His eyes already took in the fact that the place was a grocer's, and he knew that if push came to shove, the place could feed them for a while. He just didn't want to be stuck in here to find out how long. It did look like there were people coming in and attacking the attackers. So yay, good news? Law enforcement arrived. Bad news? How many people died before they got here?


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All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am

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Where am I? Magical Neep
Who am I with? Elliott, Kenneth, Ruth
What am I doing? Waking up
What am I thinking? What the hell just happened?
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
What am I wearing? Summer Outfit
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Jesse blinked as he felt Elliott's mouth collide with his, and he sat there for a moment or two having to realize that yes, Elliott was kissing him, and yes, the guy seemed to be a lot more shaken than he thought he would be after what he'd seen. Not that he blamed Elliott. He was certain himself that he'd be just as bad, if not worse, if the same thing happened to Elliott. Part of that was because he blamed his shitty life before this on how much he'd be screwed up if something happened to Kenneth, Ruth, or Elliott. The other part was that this was his family more or less in a way that his original family must not have wanted him, and even thinking along those lines, they were the family he would have preferred. He never would have considered the idea that he'd have anything close to a normal family, and he didn't want to lose any of them. Which had serious implications as to what he figured might be Kenneth's words about everything he kept doing for him. If family meant that they'd help each other, he had to really think hard about certain things that he knew as fact. Kenneth was convinced that family didn't act like Paul did, and it was that he was having a hard time reconciling with what he knew family was like. He just wished everything wasn't so blasted confusing about any of this.

When Elliott broke the kiss and answered him, he snorted, realizing that this might be why the heck he felt sore all over. He didn't think it scrambled his brains, he'd heard that could happen, but how scrambled could his brains really be when his entire life was one giant ********. However, the idea that it was Strudwick that had shoved him into the spell had him wishing he could just go back out and do the same to the git. However, he wasn't going out there until he was certain that he wasn't going to get blasted to kingdom come. "So Strudwick shoves me into a curse, and now we're waiting for confirmation we can actually leave the room. That's about bloody wonderful. Can I just say that I wish all of those bastards out there just drop dead, or is that really ******** up?" He honestly wasn't sure, but he figured that he could wish that on the idiots outside of the shop. Maybe it would give them a taste of their own medicine.


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OOC: Short and crappy post!


It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"

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✕ ✖ ✗✘ Wren shuffled into the store shaking his head slightly to get the snow that had collected on his beanie off. He knew he shouldn't walk into a store with his hands still in his pocket but between the weather and the new hole adorning the palm of his right glove he was just going to take his chances. He'd been out in that damned weather for about an hour skulking between the different stores and shops trying to get a part-time job and all he either received were pitying looks (jackasses) or looks of distaste before he was told no and or that he wasn't old enough for the work. How old did you really have to be to wash some ******** dishes for ******** sake? The teen had already given some of the stores respite and hadn't even considered going in asking for a job, that creepy tea cafe being the main one, but the grocer was one of his last shots. It was either here or that place with the instruments and he was betting that the person who ran that would take one good look at him and send him on his merry way. The holidays back home hadn't been as jolly, as if he had hoped. His mother had taken her usual bender to higher levels, if that could even happen, and had taken to staying up two or three days at a time before crashing and scaring the s**t out his little sister only to pop back up a few hours later trying to bake of all things. Derri thought the s**t was hilarious the ******** p***k, especially when he had had to wrestle his mother out of the kitchen because she had tried to bake Christmas cookies and nearly set the stove on fire. Idiot should've been lucky none of their neighbors liked authority or the cops would've definitely been called out. Plus it would seem that the money he had scrimped and saved over the summer had been used to help fuel this new and sudden addiction so he had to find a newer source of income quick if he didn't want Derri backing out of their little deal. Short of attempting to sell wizards teenagers coke (did wizards even do drugs? that would be the sort of useful information from history) he had to find something to help out. Thankfully he was finally thirteen and could go down to the village, and not even a forged signature he had just waited until his mother was semi-conscious and given her a pen. He'd felt awful during the time, but he was damn glad for it now. Wren realized he had been standing in the front of the store for about a minute too long, judging from the nasty look of another customer entering the store and very nearly knocking into him, and quickly got out the walk way looking for someone who worked there. The place didn't seem so big as to have a bunch of employees like supermarkets, but he was guessing, hoping rather, that they wouldn't mind a bag boy or someone to set up displays or whatever. After searching for a bit he finally found a guy at the register and tried to muster up something other than his usual resting b***h face (and no he wasn't just quoting some particularly annoying Hufflepuff). "Uh, 'lo sir. Do you know where the guy who runs this place is?" Wren asked lowly still stepping in place to lose the cold in his bones.

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✕ ✖ ✗✘ Wren couldn't control the skeptical eyebrow on his face from rising as the man behind the counter told him that he was the manager of this place. This should be a good sign right? Since he was so laid back then hiring under the table shouldn't be too far-fetched would it? He sure as hell hoped not. He was a bit annoyed by the way the guy was staring at him though. He had to physically bite his tongue from snarking out a response about it because he really didn't want to ******** things up from the get go. "I was wonderin' if you had any job openings here. Stuff like say uh, bagging groceries, stocking, sweeping, that sorta thing. I know I'm sorta young and I got classes pretty much at random but I'm definitely willing to work all weekend and I've got my schedule with me actually if you want to see it." The Slytherin teen reached into his fourth-hand jean pocket and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper folded fours and unraveled it for the man to show his entire weeks school schedule including the hours he spent studying and placed it on the counter between them. "I'm willing to do whatever you say as long as you give me a paying job." Wren told him bluntly and determinedly looked the man in the eyes He didn't need to know the wheres or why's and he'd honestly rather avoid the whole lying thing right out the gate. He avoided fidgeting under the man's look since that would be a dead give away but instead placed his hands in his jacket pocket and tried to look as guileless as he could.

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yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ xxxxxxxxxxxx
yoυ т н o υ g н т yoυ were тнere тo g υ ι d e мe xxxxxxxxx
yoυ were only ι n м y w a y xxxxxx
yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ xxx

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spaceCallum was surprised when the woman addressed him so easily. Her question had been casual enough, but people didn't normally talk to him out in public. Kiki insisted it was that whole 'gently menacing' thing he had going on, which he didn't even know the meaning of. How could you be both gentle and menacing? Then again, the teenager rarely made much, if any, sense. He arched a brow at the blonde woman, leaning in closer to look at the mango she'd held out. "Hm, not sure," he replied, holding out a hand to take it from her for a closer inspection. After a moment, he chuckled faintly. "I'd say it's fine... if you want to eat it right this second."

spaceHis eyes fell to the fruits, and he grabbed a couple to check them. Finding a better one, he held it out to her, smiling. "I'd take this one," he told her. "Minimal bruising, just about perfectly ripe." Of course, he didn't know. Maybe she did want to eat it right the hell now. Maybe she needed something under-ripe, because she was using it for a dish she wanted to prepare in a couple days. There were a lot of maybe's.

space"Daaaaaaaaaaaaa~" He sighed faintly at the sing-songy call from his daughter, glancing over as she rounded the corner. "How long can it possibly take to pick out some fruit?" she asked with a wrinkled nose. Then, she noticed the blonde, eyes widening a fraction before she smiled a smile that set his teeth on edge. 'I need to stop letting her hang out with Tesni,' he thought in exasperation. "Hiya," Kiki grinned. "I'm Kiera! Da, did you introduce yourself? Suuuuuper rude not to introduce yourself."

spaceHis eyes went from the woman to his daughter, glaring at Kiki. "Since when are you the authority on manners, little miss?" he asked. Kiki didn't answer, instead she stared at him expectantly, still smiling. He shook his head, hand rubbing across his face before he looked back to the woman. "Callum," he said simply, earning an exasperated huff from Kiki. Seriously? The woman had asked his opinion on a mango. They weren't flirting, for God's sake! Not that Kiki cared; she'd apparently read too many sappy love stories and watched too many romcoms. The girl thought he was 'lonely.' She'd considered for a while trying to get him and Tesni to 'realize they were actually soulmates' but when that yielded less than no results, she'd given up, and instead taken up the habit of attempting to force him to flirt with anyone who crossed his path. "I'm sorry about her," he told the blonde. "I keep wondering when she's going to grow out of this 'I'm adorable and precocious so I do what I want' stage. So far, no such luck."


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xxx ι coυld вe c o l d , ι coυld вe r υ т н l e ѕ ѕ
xxxxxx yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ
xxxxxxxxx on мy o w n , 'caυѕe ι can'т т a ĸ e lιvιng w ι т н y o υ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м a l o n e , ѕo ι won'т тυrn oυт l ι ĸ e y o υ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ




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