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Post by Laura Porter on May 21, 2007 2:54:46 GMT
i was just walking down the street, buying Christmas presents for my siblings - a new salamander for my older brother, Matthias; a very large supply of chocolate frogs for my big sister Jenna; something Quidditch-related for Johannes; a puffskein for Marie; a toy wand that whaps you over the head when you're bad, for my troublesome sister Mare-mare... I mean Marisol; and An Encyclopedia of Magical Music, for my mother -
when i see... 'what? what is he doing here?'
i duck into the nearest shop to avoid him.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 24, 2007 3:13:53 GMT
I'm examining a broomstick that I know I can't afford when I hear a door slam behind me followed by some shaky breathing. "Laura?" I frown. "You okay?" I ask her quickly, as she seems a little upset and keeps on looking over her shoulder out the store window.
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Post by Laura Porter on May 25, 2007 1:02:11 GMT
i jump from my little spot under the window, ' um... what... oh... hi... Chance.. hows it going?' i ask distractedly looking out the window
what is he doing here...oh god...is he drunk..
the first thing he does is get drunk... thats typical
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 25, 2007 2:38:04 GMT
"I'm fine," I say, frowning and watching her carefully. "Are you okay?" I move over to the window and try to figure out what she's seeing that's disturbing her so much.
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Post by Laura Porter on May 26, 2007 2:49:32 GMT
oh Chance dont look out the window...
i dont want you to see him...
i walk over to a display case.
'oh... fine?' i say after a minute, ' yeah...um im perfectly fine... how are you,' wait did i ask him that already?, 'um...arent these brooms great...i think their great...yeah... their just great.' hmm... i really like these broom dont i
i glance quickly at the window... again.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 27, 2007 16:07:59 GMT
I give her another odd look. "Yeah... I'm sure the brooms are fantastic. Laura, what's wrong?" I ask, getting frustrated. I too look out the window again and scan the crowd. A particularly unpleasant-looking fellow is weaving down the street a few stores to our left, but no one else stands out - just shoppers hurrying by so fast that if one of them is the person bothering Laura, she'll only have to wait a few more seconds before the coast is clear. I look over at Laura to guage her reaction to the drunken guy.
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Post by Laura Porter on May 28, 2007 5:15:35 GMT
i look at the brooms again.
they were so inviting...
they meant fun, excitment, flying high in the air...
far, far away from
him
hmm? what was that...
Chance was talking
please dont take me from my happy little world, Chance, please
i look at Chance, and he looks at me and then out the window...
i see my father.
oh god... hes getting closer
i cringe.
then i look at Chance again.
i pull him towards the back of the store.
'um...well...'i start and take a breathe, trying to calm myself down,
'd-d-did you see that man...' i pause, 'the one thats drunk?'
'that man... hes... he is my father.' i say, barely able to breath.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 29, 2007 19:58:34 GMT
Yep, it's definitely that guy, I think as I watch Laura cringe, just before she drags me to the back and semi-explains herself.
I frown, looking back to the windows at the front of the store. "Your father?" I repeat. "And I take it you don't like him much and don't want him to find you? Is he looking for you here, or...." I look at the front again and instinctively step a little in front of her, putting a hand on my wand. Yeah, like that'll help....
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Post by Laura Porter on May 30, 2007 0:56:31 GMT
'gee. what made you think i didnt like him?' i say sarcastically
and then i see him turn into a human sheild
aw thats sweet, ive my own personal protector
i sigh.
'he just got out of Azkaban after using the imperius curse on us.' i say rather quickly,
then change the subject
'um... here, lets go this way.' i say jerking my head towards the back door.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 30, 2007 16:04:24 GMT
I blink twice and stare at her, staying put. "He... yi... he... he used... your father used the imperius curse on you?" I ask a little too loudly, glancing at the window again and noticing the shopkeeper staring.
I cough. "What, just so you would clean your room or..." I shake my head, not sure I want to know. "Sorry." I glance towards the window one last time and then move toward the back door.
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Post by Laura Porter on May 31, 2007 1:10:32 GMT
'im fine.' i say and i start to go out the back door...
'hey. you kids can't go out that way, the shopkeeper says.
what? but i need to!
'um...maybe hes gone.' i say hopefully, moving to the front again and looking out the window.
no, hes still there i think... as our eyes meet.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on May 31, 2007 3:27:22 GMT
Yeah, maybe, I think as Laura moves toward the front door again... and then freezes, looking horrified.
"Laura? You okay?" I ask, walking up just in time to see the old drunk from earlier start to move toward the store. Oh... christ.
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 2, 2007 16:51:05 GMT
an old drunk stumbles into the store
he squints at me
'Laura baby, is that you?' he slurs
im petrified
just standing there
staring at him.
just leave, please leave i pray.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 7, 2007 16:18:56 GMT
I put a hand on Laura's arm to push her backwards a bit and the drunk bastard glares at me. I tighten my other hand on my wand and try to figure out how to get out of here when he's blocking the door. Laura can't seem to move or make a sound.
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Post by Marie Porter on Jun 26, 2007 2:39:45 GMT
i was looking for laura she had run off from the group hmmm...i think she went that way i thought as i walked to Quality Quidditch Supplies there she is... i think then see her face is she okay... i ask myself
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 27, 2007 19:38:59 GMT
'you... mm... hands off... daugh'er.' my father says angrily to Chance, holding out a bottle as if he thinks its his wand.
i ignore him, catching sight of Marie through the window.. no Marie dont come in here i plead in my head, i can tell that she hasnt seen him by the look on her face.
i look at Chance, and then look at my sister again, and then back at Chance.
'i... yi... i... what are you doing here?' i whisper to my father.
he blinks stupidly at me.
'Laura?' he squints. 'is that you? wha... wha you doin' wit... with boy?'
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 28, 2007 0:39:29 GMT
I glance quickly at Laura after seeing Marie out the window. Right.... Let's not let her in here, shall we? Then I frown at Laura's father, who is clearly not all there at the moment. Okay... so how do we get past him?
"Uh... excuse me, sir," I say, with a slight sarcastic emphasis on 'sir'. "Um... could you move just a little to the left please?" I shrug. It's worth a try.
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 30, 2007 19:28:05 GMT
I burst out laughing as my father stares at Chance.
yeah... thats gonna work
my father woozily aims his 'wand' at Chance, and i stop laughing so that Marie doesn't decide to come in and join the fun.
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Post by Marie Porter on Jul 1, 2007 13:25:30 GMT
i notice Laura laughing "aww...shes having fun and im not there...wait how is that possible" i joke with my self i laugh and start to turn the handle on the door
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Post by Laura Porter on Jul 2, 2007 6:50:31 GMT
((lol...dundundun... the suspense... ill answer this later... its to late now.  ) |
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