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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 2:28 pm
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"Wait up you two or I'll hex you both to a snail's pace." Zeb growled good-naturedly as he bobbed through the crowd from dropping of Levera's luggage and slipping the baggage man a Galleon to keep ahold of the new Firebolt and make sure it went to her room with her luggage, safe and sound. Weaving through kids, he jogged up to the two women. Well, one woman and one girl. Though it was hard to think of Levera as a child. She acted so mature and had been through so much. Still was going through so much.
As he caught up with them, he laced his fingers through Carynn's. I look of worse creased his features as he looked her over. Ever since that night....he shuddered.
The look on that crazed b***h's face was seered into his mind. He had wanted to kill her, but nothing, not even vengeance had been more important than Carynn. He didn't regret his decision to flee then. Carynn was bleeding profusely. My god, the blood. It wasn't until later, at St. Mungo's that they got the news about the baby. Their baby. The doctor had looked pale and stricken to have to deliver the news. Even more so when Zeb raised his six foot four inch frame of thick muscle out of the chair to bear down on him.
But there was nothing to be done. The baby had died fairly instantaneously. It was the only thing that saved Carynn. Zeb had raged. His emotions colliding so wildly. He had never really thought about being a father. But for that half an instant when the doctor told then that Carynn had been pregnant he had felt a warmth and pride swelling up inside him. Which was instantly drenched by icy dread as he realized that the doctor said 'had'. He would have done anything to save the child's life. Given his own in a heartbeat.
But not Carynn's life. He was never so thankful in the world to hear that she would heal. But that the baby had to die was truly a steep price. And another blow to find out that she would never be able to have children. That THEY would never have children. Because Zeb had known in those days before the attack, that he loved her more powerfully and more deeply than he had imagined possible. He knew now that he wanted to marry her. That he loved her so greatly that nothing but the promise of eternity was due her.
But now wasn't the time to marry. Zeb had work to do. They had repaired the Three Broomsticks after the fire and Zeb helped the other shop keepers in Hogsmeade to repair their businesses as well. But they had lost more than wood and mortar in the attack. Zeb and Carynn's unborn child was not the only causality. Roland. Poor stupid Roland. Dashed out to defend the one girl that had broken his heart, and Raven had her way with him. Zeb had heard the stories. His heart ached for the boy and also was warmed by his sacrafice. He might have made the final decision, but it was Raven that forced his hand. Zeb was going to be only too happy to end her. No ministry offical or threat of prison would keep him from using the killing curse on her. She was going to die for what she had done. Zeb was not a man to trifle with.
But he had kept his rage controlled. Carynn needed love and support. They shed tears together over their loss and he held her tight. Zeb hated that she was going to be teaching at Hogwarts this year. He was happy that she enjoyed and was proud of her career, but he wanted her home to take care of her. And to that end, the Three Broomsticks was not going to do. That wasn't a home. He had been in the process of reclaiming his old family home.
His parents had been conflicted about it, worried that the place held such bad memories. But Zeb had replied that all of his best memories from childhood were there. And he would not be run out but the memories of the Death Eaters and the other child that he had failed to protect. He wanted to take Carynn home, to the estate that they would share together. Granted it was much larger than they had need of. But it was his home and that is where he wanted his love and future wife to be.
Then there was the matter of the stray. Zeb squeezed Carynn's hand lightly as he turned to look at Levera. The girl had wandered in and been a pain in the a** ever since. She had been the girl that Carynn had saved. If she had not, if Zeb had reached Carynn in time to stop her, this girl would be dead. But their baby would be alive. It was a dark thought. One that Zeb tried not to linger over. But he held no ill will towards the girl. The blame all rested with Raven.
Then she had wormed her way into their hearts. She was feisty. Abrupt. Not affectionate. Troubled. Lost. But Zeb just loved her. She was a small girl and had the mentality of a gryffin. She was strong as well and often a little too quick to physical violence. As a young man that stayed at their inn had discovered. But better him than Zeb.
He had really bonded with the girl when they started discussing Quidditch. She ran every morning and Zeb decided to go with her one day. Not only was he anxious to get himself back to training, he wanted to keep an eye on the girl. She had been the only person attacked by the leader of the Malavei and the man had done something to her. She didn't like to talk about it, but Zeb could tell that it had lasting effects.
While they were jogging they would chat and he mentioned that he was formerly a Chudley Cannons Chaser. This had piqued her interest. Then she started talking about her own ambitions and Zeb had been interested as well. He had a few old brooms and they started flying together. Meanwhile, it did Carynn good to have a young girl around to mother and seeing that made Zeb grow even closer to the girl. It hadn't been too long before he had bought her very own version of the latest Firebolt. Her training had increased to most of the day and in coaching her Zeb found his own skill returning. He was as good as ever, perhaps better.
There had been a time that he had thought about going back to play for the Cannons again. But he had bigger plans now. Ro was in charge of the inn, and all on her own. They were desperately in need of someone to take Roland's job, yet not trying to actively seek employees. Zeb meanwhile, was working on something else. He had formed a group, wizards that were ready to fight the Tribunal. Not content to wait for the Ministry to navigate politics and regulations, they were ready to become a force to stand up to the dark wizards.
But there was more going on now. Seeing Levera off to school was an emotional experience. He realized that he and Carynn would never being doing this with a child of their own. But in a way, this, being here for Levera, helped. Reaching out with a smile, he ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, kid. Quidditch tryouts aren't tonight." he joked lightly.
"Now," he began in a slightly more serious tone. "if you need anything you just send me an owl. Understand?"
"And you," he turned to Carynn with a smile. He didn't want to let go of her, but it was time for her to head to the school as well for the Welcome Feast. Leaning down he cupped her face and kissed her sweetly. "you don't forget about me." he rumbled low with a sly smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 2:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 3:59 pm
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One of the girls at the benches saw two people approaching her, a girl and a boy. She recognized the boy earlier, and smiled at the two newcomers, not wanting to be rude in any way. As they two people sat down, she silently thanked herself for getting up earlier. The boy introduced himself as Blake, but his companion's name was left unknown.
"Hi there, Blake...I'm Cœur, or Heart if you prefer..." she said, politely. Turning towards one of the other girls, she said. "You can sit down, if you want, Nicole. I'm fine standing."
Cœur used her hand to indicate at the empty seat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:33 pm
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Roisin O'Brennan
Roisin stepped off the train, looking around at all the other students. Finally, she was away from her parents. Freedom had her smiling. Well, it was a small freedom, Roisin knew, since the school had rules and regulations. But still, she wasn't under their watchful eyes, constantly watching, guarding. But here she was, alone. She expected to be saddened or scared at this, but Roisin felt elated. She bounced on her toes in excitement looking around for the Professor that would take them to the lake and wondered what the Great Hall would look like in person.
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