• YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN.

[JAMES ALASTAIR BLACK]

If she doesn't start barking orders about how I should live my life I'm going to flip, thought James as he walked down the hallway holding a golf club in one hand and a bag of golf balls in the other. Maybe a small game of smashing things would help him calm down before he did something he regret. Never had James Alastair Black wanted to hit a girl in the head. Now that he had met Amanda Delphine Lupin he wanted a flower pot to hit her in the head like he would like to. This female was something else and he didn't know how to respond to her at all. If she acted like this when she was at home then he didn't know how her family let her survive. At his house if she acted like that Julia and Avery would have kicked her ass to the curb many times. James, if he could, would kick her to the curb or whatever would be furtherest from him. Amanda was driving him up the wall and he didn't know how she was a Lupin. Jonathan nor Romolous Lupin acted like she did. They were pretty down to earth compared to their sister.

He moved the club against his shoulder as he walked down the stairs. Too bad his sister Caileigh wasn't around or else he would go talk to her. Caileigh, his younger sister, and him were rather close. They told each other everything that went on in each other's lives. His sister knew about all his girlfriends and what he had done to them in the past. She might have not agreed with what he did, but she usually put him in his place again. Maybe later tonight if he didn't have anything to do he would write to his sister or something. It would give him something to do other than to look at Miss Lupin and hear her nag. This morning it was about his outfit, later it was about his manners, and and hour ago it was about him not doing his paper work for the Ministry. If she didn't like how he did things she should do it for him. James would be more than happy to give her his work load. If she had too much free time he could rearrange that for her easily. The Black shook his head thinking about his deputy and how much she irked him.

Outside he walked toward the lake for some peace of mind. No one would find him there since there was barely any students at the school and none of them would be at the lake. It was past curfew anyway so they shouldn't be out. Well if there was someone out he wouldn't care at all. Just don't get caught by the warden or else there probably would be trouble. James wouldn't tell on a student unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. Kids are just kids and they needed to explore and do things on their own. When he was a student at this school most of his time was spent exploring after curfew. Since he knew Jonathan Lupin, who was a prefect he could pretty much get away with anything he wanted. He had never been prefect material even though he made fantastic grades. His reputation kept him from being a prefect. James wouldn't have agreed to it anyway because he didn't want to mess up his chances at the time to play Quidditch professionally. Quidditch had been everything to James Black and it still was, but he missed playing it like he used to.

Near the lake James dropped the balls and the club on the ground. He took out six golf balls and placed them in a single line. With his hands he adjusted his sleeves and picked up the golf club. The club went behind him and he said, "Fore" to himself as he swung down to hit one of the glow in the dark golf balls. All I need is some music and I'd be all set. This is much more relaxing than setting in my office playing darts or something. His brown eyes watched the ball break a small statue near the pier. Frowning he made a slight face and shrugged. I'll fix that after I'm done with this. A sigh came from his lips as he held back the club and swung again. Eventually he would put a spell on them so that they would return after they landed. Now he remembered why he didn't like Wexford too much to begin with - there was never really anything to do. There wasn't even a good teacher to gander at! Perhaps one day there will be, but he was more than sure Miss Lupin would scare them off. Oh the agony.

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TAG • emilie abendroth.
WORD COUNT • 807.

[EMILIE RENEE ABENDROTH]

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Two relentless people arguing gets no where, or in Emilie's case, her mother got her way because though she could go anywhere, Emilie would always need to be back home and her mother didn't want her in the house so Emilie could work all she wanted, but she'd have no shelter. And Emilie's job would not be able to support her dance tuition or private lessons that her mother paid for and her mother would know if Emilie was still taking those. Therefore, in the end, Emilie was shipped off to Wexford Reluctantly.She was torn from her dance classes, her music lessons, her job, the friends she'd made, everything all to go to some stupid school far from France, far from Germany, far from everything she knew. It was wexford or an insane asylum and Emilie would rather be in a school where she slightly belonged, over a crazy house with people far more insane than Emilie would ever be.

It didn't take her long to get settled here at Wexford. There weren't a lot of students so she was able to get a room to herself though there was one other Nocen's girl that Emily didn't bother to talk to. With the help of her wand and wandless magic, she hung her dresses up, folded up her blouses and skirts neatly in her wardrobe. The few shoes she owned were laid neatly under her bed and her comforter was changed to a familiar comfortable one that she'd had for ages. When the room was orderly enough. Emilie sprung open the large, heavy drapes and welcomed the evening. Again with her wand in her hand, she neatly cut a corner of the glass out of the window so that she could fit her fairy frame through so she didn't have to have the window open at all times, especially in the winter time, if she could make it until then.

With food settled into her stomach, Emilie didn't know how to spend the rest of her day. She then remembered she had yet to unpack her books from her trunk and pulling a bookshelf from her bottomless trunk, she proceeded to do so until it became later and later at night until when at last she finished and Emilie became bored again. She had spent most of her time here at Wexford so far in her room organising her stuff but what was more important was to figure out her surroundings and outside. She needed to find a good sized knot in a tree that she could sleep in outside, find unmarked, unbeaten paths, find the lake, etcetera. And she had plenty of time to do so. It was only 9 pm at night and her bed time wasn't until 1 am. She could easily kill four hours in no time. Not to mention she needed most of that time to get lost and find her way back since the woods were unfamiliar to her. She would pick up on all the little things quickly but being her first night, she knew nothing.

Zipping into the dark blue sky through the small cut in the window, she zoomed down to the edge of the forest, the obvious place to go first. If it wasn't for her clothes, she would have blended in perfectly with the sky, passing off her pale skin as another planet's moon. The smell, the air, the feel of a summer night was like another heaven and she fell in love as she whipped into the forest before shifting back and settling herself into the soft earth, letting it slip between her toes, like walking on a pillow. As she walked, the green leaves glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the overhanging trees, casting shadows all around. Th ground, as she walked on an unbeaten path, felt like it had rained several days ago. She wouldn't know this for a fact since she'd only just arrived but it was a guess and she was probably right unless this ground was just this soft all the time.

Winding down the path, scoping out different holes in the trees, her blonde curls dancing around on her shoulders as her head turned from side to side. Not paying attention, she broke the edge of the forest onto the sand of a lake. She spotted someone from behind smashing statues and such with golf balls. This seemed to amuse her since the person was an adult and it seemed slightly ironic that professor would be doing something like that. Not really wanting to spook the person but not wanting to be completely blunt about her existence, Emilie searched the ground for a nice size rock to throw into the water. Finding one, she picked it up, wound it back and tossed it hard and fast, soaring past the man's head farther than his golf balls went into the water where you could hear a slight 'plunk' before she disappeared behind and large oak tree, waiting to see his reaction. She hoped she didn't get in trouble on her first day, but in all reality, Emilie could care less

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[JAMES ALASTAIR BLACK]

"How would I know? Why should I care? Please don't bother tryin' to find her. She's not there," he sang to himself. His mother used to play this song all the time when he was a child growing up. Eventually he learned the lyrics against his dismay. James could be found singing to himself when he was completely bored. "Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked. The way she'd act and the color of her hair. Her voice was soft and cool. Her eyes were clear and bright. But she's not there." Why on earth his mother had to listen to soft music that was so catchy was beyond him. Like his mother he preferred Muggle music over the wizard music. Usually the Black listened to music like Bullet for My Valentine, Avenged Sevenfold, Cradle of Filth, and some club music to have variations. The year at home had been a headache for his mother since he had stayed in his room either mopping to loud music or in complete silence. Barely had he left the house for any reason and sometimes Avery Black, James' dad would have to drag his son out of the house to go eat out.

Suddenly he felt something go past his head and his eyes went wide. What the hell?, he thought to himself as he placed the club against his shoulder. In the moonlight he could see some cloth of white in the distance and it made him puzzled. Better go check it out if I do say so myself. James put down the bat before he changed into his animagus, a Chesepeake Bay Retriever. He had the same animagus as his grandfather once had. It was almost the same animagus that his late grandfather had - a dog. His grandfather's had been a grim, the omen of death while James came out to be a retriever. How on earth he ended up like a dog he did not know. It was either between he acted like a dog and/or animal or he was loyal like a dog. Either way he didn't care 'cause he thought it was cool! Changing into his animagus he slipped in behind some bushes and trees and went to go see what all the cuffuffle was about. What went past his head? Why? If something had hit his head he would have been as pissed as a dog learning he couldn't go after a rabbit in the wild. Sniffing the ground he began walking over to an oak tree.

Finding a scent he began following it like the good retriever that he was. Now things were starting to get interesting. Now that he was on the scent it had his full attention. Usually when he got on the scent of anything he would be determined to figure it out. James came behind an oak tree and he saw a female standing behind it. Wondering what he could do he sat down behind her with no sound. He didn't want to ruin the surprise of his presents there along with the student. What was a student doing out so late? When did she come? Maybe he would figure that out later. Wagging his tail James barked three times loudly. Perhaps he had scared the girl somewhat? Was she the one that had thrown whatever it was past him and into the lake? He was more than sure he had heard a plump from the lake. As far as he knew there was no dangerous creature in the lake. Well he had never been really swimming in the lake to find out. When he went swimming in the lake years ago he had kept only a couple feet because he didn't want to get caught by some grindylows.

The Black changed his appearance as he looked at the girl. "Was that you who threw something?" He made a 'Tisk, tisk' sound with his mouth and continued to look at her. "You know you're past curfew, correct?" Like he cared if a student was out of bounds. If there were more students at Wexford then he would perhaps make a small fuss about it. Children were suppose to be able to explore their surroundings and have fun while they were still growing up. Once they became an adult they would have no time for games or fun, unless they became a Quidditch player or something. He crossed his arms across his shirt as he waited for an explanation from the student. "You're not in trouble so stop acting like you're so shocked I was behind you. Do whatever you want just don't get caught by the deputy or I'm sure she would have your head." With that he walked off past the girl and from the oak tree. He was going to go back to his game with the golf balls. Pulling his wand out from his back pocket he began summoning the golf balls back.

APPAREL • clothing.
MUSE •don't trust me by 3OH!3.
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TAG • emilie abendroth.
WORD COUNT • 828.

[EMILIE RENEE ABENDROTH]

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As Emilie had been walking through the woods scoping out possible sleeping quarters on the summer nights, she thought about her decision to come here. She would have certainly made an insane asylum fun, faking that she took her medication or just all out creating chaos or just doing little things to amuse her. She assumed that creating chaos would probably only get her into a straight jacket and put in a padded room but hey, there was fun in that too and it didn't matter where she landed in the place, she would still be amused at her own misbehaviour. Who could blame the girl? She looked so innocent and sweet but in the real world, mischievous, she was. She'd been in mental hospitals and she created an uprising in it. Best day of her life in her mind. An insane asylum was for the crazy people so let the crazies be themselves. Which just happened to be, well, crazy.

Her other option was here. Closer to the environment that she called home. Brick walls, padded rooms, metal, it all just wasn't her. Here at Wexford she had the forest, the old building, the opportunity to stare at the stars, being actively involved in the night life. Be a creature of the magical world basically. And at the same time, she could be a human and be in an environment where she could learn at the same time. Whereas in an asylum, Emilie would be completely drugged up, unable to be herself, confined to a bland room with bars over the windows or no windows at all, allowed outside every once in a while. She would be able to escape, no doubt, but her mother would track her and ship her back to the place, except it'd be an asylum for the magical people where there would be spells to keep them in. It wouldn't be much different than Azkaban .

The sound of the plunk that the rock created, sending a series of ripples searching the shore line, many never reaching it, getting lost in the rest of lake, never to see the shore until something else gave it another opportunity to see dry land where it may possibly again, disappear off it's track. The ripple was a metaphor for Emilie. Every time she tried to reach the part of her life where she was away from her mother, she was unsuccessful, she would get diverted off the path to freedom. Even though she was of age, her mother still could claim she was a danger to society, which she was but wasn't at the same time, Emilie's mother could get her shipped to the asylum. At least a year of this place and she could leave, get back to the life she had planned for herself long ago.

She pictured herself in a room full of mirrors with an glass ceiling in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nature, the moon beaming down at her and the soft string quartet in the background as she posed on the tips of her toes, jammed comfortably into pointe shoes, white tights and a black leotard pulled against her muscular body and a ballet bun combing all her wild blonde curls tightly back out of her face. In her pose she was in a state of peace, comfort and tranquility. She was in that state only just yesterday at the ballet studio she belonged to in Paris. She was one of the best dancers there because she worked. It was the only thing she wanted to work for in her life. She'd given up working on getting the old caring mother she used to have back, and she hated working for something that her mother was supposed to provide for her. What that left her was her dancing and music.

Emilie had been watching the man even as she thought and notised when he shifted into his animagus form and came up to her. Why was he doing this, a puzzled expression leaving a mark inside her mind, her facial expression on the outside not changing from it's blank, empty stare. When he shifted back and said his two cents, Emilie just kind of stuck her hip out slightly, rested her hand upon it and smirked at him giving him a really stuck up, snarky look. Her tone in which she responded to him easily matched her stance and face like a pair of comfortable, grass stained pants matched a comfortable flannel shirt. "It doesn't really matter now does it, I'm faster than you and her and can easily hide" He probably saw her as a child because he was years older than her but she wasn't a child. When her father moved away and especially in Paris, she'd learned to grow up quickly or she'd never survive. Picking up another rock, she skipped to the edge of the water, letting it lick hungrily at her bare toes, wound up again and threw the rock harder and faster than the first time, sending it farther away than the first rock, making sure that none of the ripples ever made it to the shore alive.

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