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[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2437/uproot-lisette
388 words
Even though one of Salem's arms were out stretched for Lisette, he leaned back with his other arm to grasp the folder and papers with his fingers. Salem held a strong smile across his face ready to take Lisette anywhere where she pleased. He was okay with taking her to start house hunting, go to some place to eat. Even to just getaway to a beach and relax on the sand. He wasn't sure exactly where to head or what to do. He just wanted to be near Lisette. He had missed Lisette Lumiere a great deal.

He took a shallow breath, just awaiting for the woman he had loved so much. He nodded his head softly in understanding. [b]"Oh... Paid off is great."[/b] Salem had a soft smile across his face. He did like Lisette's small cottage home. It was a pretty little starter home. But, Salem himself would want something bigger. Her home did rival his apartment in size, but, he wanted larger. Salem wanted an actual home one day, something he had wanted a while ago. The folder and papers fell into place and he slapped it against his waist to one side.

Salem nodded his head slowly. He hadn't ever met Cabot. But, he did assume Cabot was a good kid. Lisette was an amazing and awesome woman. [b]"Well, that's good. I bet him and... What's his boyfriend's name? Lex? Would very much like that?"[/b] Salem grinned. He rolled his shoulders and watched as Lisette stood up and stood up. He gave a soft laugh, [b]"Email? Oh um... It's like um. Wow. I seriously think you're the only person I write actual owls to. But, in my world almost everything is written on screens, pens and pencils are like... Rare?"[/b] Salem gave a soft smile. [b]"We can send a letter to the other side of the world in less than a blink of an eye, they only work on computers, phones, tablets, things like this..."[/b] He took out his phone shoving the folder further up his arm. He flashed the screen and showed messages across it using his thumb to press everything.

He pocketed his phone again. She said they could go anywhere. He shrugged his shoulders, not sure. He couldn't come up to a decision himself. He wanted Lisette to make the decision.

[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2111/children-out-play-aedan
483 words
Aedan Meredith Varki was freaken thrilled. How could he not be thrilled? He was thrilled. Rory was his. The soon to be seven year old was his child. He couldn't wait to spread the news with everyone. He hadn't even told his mother yet as his mother was back in France visiting family again. The grin across his face was wide and huge. Aedan didn't know how to react. He was still on a high from getting the news back in Switzerland. Aedan found himself pulled into a hug. It was unexpected. It had caught him off guard, even the slap on his back caught him off guard.

Rory had pushed past Aedan's legs to go into the house without even an invitation. Lalo had spoken and kneeled down toward Rory, Rory didn't really pay much attention to him and just took off to the living room. Rory was going to go straight to Nerri. [color= #0a9436][b]"Yeah, whatever. Bye mister."[/b][/color] Aedan erupted into laughter. [color=#00388b][b]"Stars help me if those two ever actually. Date?"[/b][/color] Aedan grinned and kept his laughter. [color=#00388b][b]"Seriously. Don't kick my ass if that happens? I know you'd want to hex him and myself if that happened in a decade. Thank the stars a decade is a long time away..."[/b][/color] Aedan watched as the two walked away because the girl was dragging him off.

Rory was long gone. Aedan followed Lalo down the hall toward the swinging door of the kitchen. He nodded his head, [color=#00388b][b]"Oh. Firewhiskey. I'd be so lost without you."[/b][/color] Aedan commented. He would truly be lost without all the firewhiskey that Dominique Weasley had stuffed away in her purse on their flight. Aedan was terrified of flying. And yet... He played professional quidditch. It was a very odd combination. [color=#00388b][b]"You know how I really... Do not like flying in actual planes?"[/b][/color] Aedan commented. It wasn't a dislike, it was a true fear for him. He freaked out in small places. Planes being one of the most terrifying things in his life.

Food? He thought about possibly having food for a second. He did nod his head again, he'd have a small bite. [color=#00388b][b]"Something light."[/b][color] A small bagel would've been enough for Aedan. Aedan rolled his shoulders and took a stance near the counter. [color=#00388b][b]"The trainee was well. I kissed her while half asleep. Please hex me if I ever take a trainee out of the country again. Okay?"[/b][/color] He laughed. [color=#00388b][b]"I also may have caught on fire in a muggle area? Oh, yeah. Rory also did recently. His feet scorch the ground when his emotions are haywire and he burns his hands... Much like I did his age."[/b][/color] Aedan spoke. He rolled his shoulders again. [color=#00388b][b]"Unfortunately it seems the ambassador passed of natural causes. Shame, didn't like her husband much."[/b][/color] Though he didn't like her husband, he thought she was a great ambassador. She represented them well.



[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2370/delusional-mattie?page=3
472 words
What had he just done? Titan had no idea what he had just done. Titan Nikolai Shieldheart stared forward away from Matilda Victoria Peakes to stare forward at the other side of the shelves filled with more books. They were surrounded by so many books by so many stories that their lives dwarfed by comparison. History was something that Titan Shieldheart had loved ever since he was a child. History was such a subject that changed as one aged. When he was an adolescence history seemed cool, it seemed all stories about great heroes and villains much like Disney television shows. As he grew older many things changed, when he hit his teenage years history became more complicated.

His understanding of how the world worked of how history was expanding. Things and connections across the world grew more and more complex. His mind wondered the complicated questions of the centuries. What if China and Rome had banded together? What if the wizard empire in Egypt never fell? There were so many questions and so few answers. History provided such an insight of what ifs. It answered so many questions and yet had so many acts of heroism and cruelty. He just loved to know this. This experience... This wisdom was just something else.

[b]"He is. Mom did some magic on my dad so I can see what he was like... Needless to say my dad is a very different man when locked in a tube under the sea for several months at a time. Who knew they could make that happen?"[/b] Titan shrugged. He loved the idea of muggle technology. They went to the deepest parts of the ocean and yet were traveling to Mars. How did the muggles do that? He had no clue. But, it worked. He trusted the technology as much as he trusted magic. He had to trust it. It was his father's life. He loved his father so much. His father trusted in magic, but didn't have the gift of magic because he was a squib. But, his children did. The least Titan could do was to trust his world, the world he was thrust in without a choice. Titan had a choice. Titan still has a choice.

Titan remained quiet. He kept quiet for so long. The moment trickled by. He just sat there, looking forward. Though, she had kissed him on the cheek. He sat there in silence. He knew she was looking at him. He wanted to turn about and look at her. He really wanted to. Titan had no regret in him. He was just speechless. He had no idea how to react. How was he supposed to react. He slowly turned his head, feeling forced to look at Mattie. [b]"Hi. I'm Titan."[/b] he spoke. His mind was shot.

Completely and utterly shot.

[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2293/sweet-gwyrth
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[b]"This is my tower!"[/b] Gwyrth growled in laughter jumping down from the top of the stairs and falling several feet and landing onto the spiral staircase. He did it just to distract and harass the younger years. Gwryth laughed raising his wand to the first years as they ran out of the staircase and toward the entrance to get away from him. He'd stop harassing them as soon as he thought Peeves was taking up the slack. Peeves never took up enough slack. Gwyrth couldn't even remember the last time he heard about Peeves harassing someone. Whatever happened to him?

Gwyrth shrugged and slammed the entrance door closed and walked back around toward the common room. He looked around the common room as he sheathed his wand and spotted Katelynn. He gave a huge grin and jumped over the couch to sit next to her. He blinked and looked at the relaxing person who had noticed him long before he jumped over the couch. [b]"An outfit. Really? But, a unicorn's ass isn't all that bad. It's still a unicorn right?"[/b] Gwyrth commented flashing a soft smile. Gwyrth changed his posture and adjusted his sitting position to look at the giggling girl who was telling him to come on.

He watched as she unbuttoned the buttons and parted the two sweaters and pieces. He jumped up and backed away shaking his head. But, guess what? She started walking toward him. She was telling him to try it on. She made them big so it should fit. Gwyrth gave up. That was all that mattered at that moment. He gave up and Katelynn had caught him. He grabbed the weird looking sweater and pulled it on. It fit pretty well. He pushed up the buttons not sure what was the exact way to button it. He shrugged and watched as she looked around.

[b]"What up? Um... I dunno? Terrorizing the firsties?"[/b] He laughed and leaned forward keeping balance on the balls of his feet. [b]"So, what up, missie?"[/b]  

[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2308/sam-sammy-hi?page=2
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[b]"King of the bullies?"[/b] Kastian laughed. He had coined the phrase. He needed to explain it. He knew he needed to explain it. He just couldn't stop laughing long enough to say it. Kastian nodded his head giving out a loud bit of laughter. Samael wanted to know what he meant. He hoped he didn't insult his big brother. Kastian took a deep breath before explaining himself as he awaited for the man to charge him. But, he was caught and was charged at when he ran forward. He laughed as he was being tickled while his weight was suspended over the shoulder of Samael. [b]"Alright! I'll speak!"[/b] Kastian laughed again. [b]"My cherry is perfectly fine. I'm still questioning yours,"[/b] he teased his brother.

[b]"When I had a bully, you took care of them. No idea how. I'm not gonna ask questions. But, they seemed to line up behind you,"[/b] he smirked. All of the people who had bullied him stopped or disappeared. Kastian never questioned it, he just knew Samael had something to do with it. [b]"So hence, the bullies listen to their king which is no other than Samael Weasley!"[/b] he laughed. He gave a growl that was stifled by his laughter. Samael taunted him and moved him about. He was called a toothpick. [b]"Toothpick?"[/b] He asked. He blinked and

He couldn't help but to laugh again, his mind remembering being called the oddballs. [b]"No. He's the oddball. Not because he's gay. What's wrong with that?"[/b] He laughed. [b]"Two in our family is good."[/b] He grinned. He started wiggling to get away from his brother's grip. But, Samael was much, much stronger than him. [b]"Hey, being the oddballs ain't that bad. We're pretty damn awesome."[/b] Kastian declared. [b]"And not obsessive about Goblins."[/b] He grinned, taking a stab toward Hugo. Though he would admit Hugo's knowledge about Goblins and Goblin History actually came in handy when he needed to write essays on the Goblins. [b]"Though, gotta admit... I probably only passed History of Magic cause of him."[/b] He grinned.

He tried to wiggle away again and shift his weight around. [b]"Come on porkers. That all you can do? Oink!"[/b]

[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2399/pure-blood-club-purebloods
360 words
It was a curious invitation he had gotten. Why would someone send him an invitation for a pure-blood club? Gwyrth stared at it for a moment before it snapped together in his mind and he had an ah-hah moment. Even though he was in Ravenclaw and came from a good upbringing with parents with great jobs. His mother worked with dragons. That took a great deal of training. His father created spells. He worked in weather spells. Weather spells were tough and took a great deal of patience. Gwyrth wondered what patience was sometimes. He didn't like being bored. When he was bored he went crazy and pulled off stunts.

There were no cliffs near by. Gwyrth liked cliffs. He was terribly bored. Could he go to the purist club? If he wanted to go why would he? Was he really purist? He met a muggle not long ago. The muggle seemed alright until he hurt his cousin. Gwyrth shook his head commenting, [b]"Filthy muggle."[/b] He stood up on the ledge of the roof he was standing on. He jugged across the roof edging and jumped down, bracing himself for a fall. Hogwarts drops were short for him compared to the cliffs he was raised by.

He swung into the window by the staircases. He landed on top of a platform and quickly ran up the stairs. He wasn't sure what time it was. Was it late? Time wasn't a virtue of his. There was not many virtues in Gwyrth's young life. He walked by the door to the Room of Requirement. It was missing. He had to scratch his mind to remember how to open it and he begun wandering and thinking of it. The door appeared and he stepped inside. He looked around at the collection of people who were already there. Not many. [b]"Is this a trap?"[/b] he asked aloud... Realizing he said it aloud. [b]"I was just um... Wandering around. No clue why I'm here."[/b] He shoved the invitation into his pocket and looked around thinking a professor would be nearby.

He took a few steps back, near the door. It had to be a trap.

[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2344/abandon-emotion-arik?page=2&scrollTo=10849
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Hugo nodded at Arik Wellington. He didn't give it much of a thought. He didn't need to speak. He simply stood there and stared for a moment. The boy nodded his head again and moved over to the table. He looked at the babies. All of them, the little brown ones. The white one. He slowly pet them all on their necks and heads. They were barely moving around, so full of life. It was as if they were searching for their mother... that they knew they had a mother. He took a seat at the table and stared at the infants for a while.

He rose his hand back up over the infants and pet them around several times. He moved them about, lining them up to make sure they were all there. It didn't take long before they all huddled up again... Except for the small brown one. He blinked at the one that was in a corner by himself. He picked up the last one and moved it over to the huddle and one of the other baby ferrets moved around to trap it. He smiled at them and pulled up on the cloth around them, covering them up lightly, but leaving enough open places so they could get great air.

He was ready. Hugo was ready to go. He didn't care what trouble laid ahead of them. He wanted them to survive. [b]"Hi Harpy... Hi others. Are you ready for a trip?"[/b] he asked. He looked over at the box. He blinked... He didn't want to think again about Cricket. It hurt him. His eyes swelled up. He glanced away and looked back at the infants. He missed Cricket already. [b]"Cricket..."[/b] he muttered softly. He didn't want to think about her, but his mind did. It stung. It hurt to think about his pet ferret. She was his best friend for so many years. [b]"What is it like having no friends, Cricket?"[/b] he asked, looking over at her box. He swallowed hard.

[b]"Let's go."[/b] he spoke as soon as he heard a sound. He wanted to leave. He needed to get these infants up. He was ready to go. Ready to disappear. He grabbed the other box holding the infants and was ready to start walking. His hands were unusually steady. Hugo didn't have the steadiest hands.

[Leif]

masquerade
350 words
Masquerade. At the Ministry of Magic. Why was he going to go? His parents didn't like Joseph Lumiere one bit... But, they were going. He had to go. Why were the students brought into it? He shrugged his shoulders. He was given a mask by his parents when he arrived with them for the Halloween Masquerade. He left them and went to a different line, a line for a random pair. He wasn't going to see his parents all that night. He was going to avoid them. He knew what they were wearing. His mother's giant red feather gave her away. Oh no, Anthony had more plans. Many more plans. He was going to go in anonymously.

He wore his suit. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his posture as he was taught by his parents over the years. He stepped forward into the line, the line to be paired. He was younger than many others. He knew he was. He was shorter. He watched as some adults put on their masks. He went through the line and raised the mask to his head. He was outside the campus of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so he couldn't cast the spell to have the wand stay on until the stroke of midnight. A witch at the door did the spell for him, [b]"Thanks..."[/b] Kirk commented.

He stepped forward in the line again. He waited and a girl stepped forward. They were paired off together. Kirk nodded his head. [b]"Hello, tonight I'll be um... Otter to you. What shall I call you?"[/b] Kirk spoke, coming up with the name out of thin air. He bowed forward extending his hand toward the girl who was masked. He had a smile across his face, his lips could be seen. His mask had some black markings on it, with a magical spell on it as well that made it seemingly come to life, an otter mask. He slowly rose his head up, keeping the smirk on his face and wrinkling his nose to cause the mask animation to repeat it with the whiskers.

[Leif]

Hugo/Julien
752 words
[i]My name is Hugo Wendell Weasley and I am fifteen years old. I choose to write this week about the Goblin Rebellion of 1612. The Goblins were sick and tired of being descriminated against the prejudice toward their kind by our kind, the wizards and witches of our world. This had happened to me. I can relate to the goblins. I got tired of the discrimination and prejudice against me for not just being a Weasley. There's nothing wrong with being a Weasley. The rebellion in 1612 took place in Hogsmeade and the Three Broomsticks Inn was the headquarters. This was the place where I had my rebellion. This was the place I stared at my crush, someone I possibly couldn't be with. But, there I stared. There I hid my blush across my pale face that had a forehead sunburned from being up in the air for far too long under the sun while waiting for my teammates to catch up with me. I'm a racer. Everyone knows this. Despite me growing taller, I kept my position as a seeker because I can wipe the smirks off the snake's mouth.

Yes, I know you, Professor Greyback don't like that very much. But, you have to admit, as much as I annoy you I do provide your house competition and it's not an easy win against us badgers. I am Hugo Wendell Weasley and I spoke and looked around smirking at people who've walked by out of curiousity. I grinned and watched as arms flexed. I sat in groups at a round table far greater than Arthur's famed Knights of the Round Table. I sat next to the great Roxanne Weasley who is full of such unparalleled passion. I sat next to a Hufflepuff whose bravery knows no bounds. Desdemona Lumiere for her having everything together.  Cabot Lumiere for his confidence... There were others that came and went. We were a grand table. A very grand table.

There, I sat. Still looking forward to my crush. A faint smile every time I've seen him walk by and go to his friends and his circle. It didn't take long until the group I hung out with figured out things. It wasn't as much of a secret after my suicide attempt. I may not be the best writer. I may not be the most intelligent, but I'm pretty damn great when it comes to my academics. I am managing to hold strong grades in your class. I must know my capabilities. This is exactly how the Goblins felt. The Goblins knew they contributed so much to our world. They controlled the economics, they provided loans to great businesses. They made men, such as the Greyback family have their ancient wealth behind their names. Goblins have proved time and time again throughout the years and even to this day they can be trusted with our world's gold.

All of our gold is in their control. Everything is. To this day...[/i] The report piled on for several more pages comparing him coming out, him being gay and how the purist and older families with what they claimed are impeccable families treated how he was as gay over the years. Hugo listed the battles off of the goblins and compared them to modern rights. He kept writing and slowly put his pen down, as he used a muggle pen as it was much, much easier to write with it over a quill. He looked up and saw a familiar face there, in their dark and private corner away from everyone in a place where absolute secrecy was promised.

[b]"I thought you wouldn't come."[/b] Hugo spoke silently, standing up from his comfort seat. It wasn't a surprise to see him in such a dark restaurant with the doors closed ran by an elderly woman. Hugo blinked again and sat down slowly. He pushed his essay off to the side and bit his lower lip, staring at the person who made his heart leap. There was already food on the table and a few butterbeer bottles in a bucket of ice. There was a set of keys laying at the edge of the table as well. The keys were to the doors of the place. They were alone. Hugo had gotten them by calling in a favor, a favor to the owner of the small restaurant that was meant to serve Fletcher employees. Sammy Swann provided him good connections.

[b]"Is it wrong for me to say I missed you?"[/b]


[Leif]

firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/2388/capital-ptolemaeus
380 words
[b]"Floor nine."[/b] He grinned pushing the button on the elevator to the ninth floor. Yup. He was going to the ninth floor. He decided that for Adonis. Over the games, many which are probably too mature for the little fella since they mostly focused on the computer component and Windows. A lot of those games were targeted toward Teens or Adults. Nathaniel watched as the floor dropped levels and went lower and stopped at the ninth floor. He stepped outside the elevator as soon as it dinged and it revealed a large open floor with no cubicles or offices, there was a glass wall shielding the elevator and some of the floor, but it didn't go all the way to the roof so flying contraptions could still fly easily. All the glass could fog up at a touch of a button.

[b]"Follow me."[/b] Nathaniel spoke and walked through a hidden door on the glass that was only revealed by pushing on the glass. He stepped inside and turned around. [b]"If you push that button there you will fog the glass... And you won't be able to see the other side."[/b] He closed the door and pointed at the barely visible cracks. [b]"When fogged up, these cracks will seem to disappear. This is human eye trickery. The eye is very badly designed in the evolutionary process. One of the things we're experimenting on floor twenty-one is eye deception. You'd be amazed at the blind spots on your eye or the spectrums you cannot possibly see. There are radiated signals going straight through your body now. But, however, they cannot penetrate our walls, due to lead shielding with titanium. We take this very seriously to make the best products available."[/b]

Yes. Sales pitch. Nathaniel stepped further inside the floor to a man in a weird looking colored bowtie tinkering with some wires. Nathaniel pointed at a remote control. The man shook his head and pointed at another one and gave a smile. He didn't speak much. Nathaniel walked back toward Adonis handing the remote to him. [b]"Push up, throttle... Which is that button there. Careful. You'll see something flying about."[/b] Nathaniel stepped aside, ready for Adonis to wreck havoc. The man who was at the table wiring spoke finally shouting, [i]FLIGHT TEST![/i]

[Leif]

"No," the man spoke. He shook his head. "No. They cannot blame you. You don't deserve it." he spoke softly to his girlfriend. He gave a soft smile to her and started speaking off in a tongue he knew well, Russian, "Вы, моя прекрасная леди прекрасны. Просто ... Прекрасно. Там нет никаких оснований. Ни в коем случае они не может обвинить вас, мой очень красивый сердце." The man smiled and wrapped an arm around Lisette as he glanced and smirked over to Cailee, his sister who had joined them. He knew his girlfriend didn't understand Russian so he spoke again in very shaky French pronunciation, "Vous êtes parfaite. (You are perfect)"