Post by peyton on Jul 10, 2011 23:59:12 GMT -5
peyton avery sewlyn
twenty-three , ravenclaw alumni , adult , camilla belle , canon
name:
peyton avery sewlyn
nicknames:
pey (only if you know her)
age:
twenty-three
house:
ravenclaw alumni
occupation:
quidditch announcer
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
12 1/2 inch, griffin claw, serpent scale, and black poisonwood
relationship status:
single but looking
peyton avery sewlyn
nicknames:
pey (only if you know her)
age:
twenty-three
house:
ravenclaw alumni
occupation:
quidditch announcer
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
12 1/2 inch, griffin claw, serpent scale, and black poisonwood
relationship status:
single but looking
play-by:
camilla belle
hair color:
brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
Some of her most distingishing features are her eyes, and her scars. her eyes are an amber like brown, but can be darker and lighter depending on the sunlight on them. Her scars are located on her back, various places and her left shoulder blade, the one on her shoulder blade is a dark purple bruise, which was sustained in the beating she took from her father, and was agitated several times by other beatings. the ones on her back are long white marks that run along her back.
style:
"My style? Well I tend to wear the stylish clothes that my father makes me wear, but i always add a twist too it, like wearing cowboy boots or a hat. but i do dress seriously when i want to,but i always wear things that cover my shoulder, almost always at least. i've always kept my hair shorter, only about as long as my shoulders, but most of the time it would be shorter."
camilla belle
hair color:
brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
Some of her most distingishing features are her eyes, and her scars. her eyes are an amber like brown, but can be darker and lighter depending on the sunlight on them. Her scars are located on her back, various places and her left shoulder blade, the one on her shoulder blade is a dark purple bruise, which was sustained in the beating she took from her father, and was agitated several times by other beatings. the ones on her back are long white marks that run along her back.
style:
"My style? Well I tend to wear the stylish clothes that my father makes me wear, but i always add a twist too it, like wearing cowboy boots or a hat. but i do dress seriously when i want to,but i always wear things that cover my shoulder, almost always at least. i've always kept my hair shorter, only about as long as my shoulders, but most of the time it would be shorter."
likes:
-quidditch
-oliver
-her job
-potion making
-her time at the carnival and her aunts
-candy
-hanging out with her friends
-getting out of the house
-crime stories
-being right
dislikes:
-her father
-being hurt
-herbology
-having to lie to her best friend
-her scars
-being stuffed up in a place for long periods of time
-not knowing the answer
-being wrong
strengths:
-potion making
-objective
-friendly
-public speeking
-hiding things
weaknesses:
-stubborn
-oliver
-her father
-things dealing with
fears:
-her father killing oliver
-being married to someone who doesn't love her
-dying and not being missed
dreams:
"i want to marry someone who wants to marry me for who i am, nothing else. not blood purity, not looks, but me.A"
secrets:
"well.... i've been abused since i was three years old. that's why i disappeared for two years, not because i was deathly ill, but because i was healing from my beating and under my fathers eye."
personality:
friendly
even through all she’s been through, peyton is still a generally nice person. she gives almost a chance, though she is secretive and holds back fully trusting someone from the beginning. she will gladly go to social gatherings, and hang out with people once she’s given a chance to do so. but her objectivity helps her out whenever she tries to be friendly, leaving her preconceived notions behind.
stubborn
Since she was younger, peyton has always been stubborn. when she would want something she would want it, and she would want and annoy her parents until they would give it too her, mostly her mother though. as a Ravenclaw, she was a little conceited about her answers, and would argue with you until there was no more arguing to be done even if she was wrong. this led to more than its fair share of beatings for peyton, especially over the topic of arranged marriage. she won’t be pushed around to do what she didn’t want to.
objective
as stubborn as she might be peyton in objective when she looks at a situation or a person, taking everything into consideration before she forms an opinion. this leads her to think differently about blood purity, her best friend actually was the one who helped peyton form those ideas. also she gives everyone a chance, even slytherins though she can’t turn a blind eye to a few of them which her father had tried to arrange her to marry.
secretive
peyton is far from open about a lot of things. she’s secretive about several topics, and tries to hide these secrets from everyone. the biggest of these secrets is that she is abused, and has been since she was only three years old. another is that she far from enjoys the dates that she’s always with, in fact she’s never dated anyone that wasn’t set up by her dad because she hardly had the time or the chance. she’s secretive to protect people, especially those closest to her. in all, though she'd hate to admit it, she's just scared.
-quidditch
-oliver
-her job
-potion making
-her time at the carnival and her aunts
-candy
-hanging out with her friends
-getting out of the house
-crime stories
-being right
dislikes:
-her father
-being hurt
-herbology
-having to lie to her best friend
-her scars
-being stuffed up in a place for long periods of time
-not knowing the answer
-being wrong
strengths:
-potion making
-objective
-friendly
-public speeking
-hiding things
weaknesses:
-stubborn
-oliver
-her father
-things dealing with
fears:
-her father killing oliver
-being married to someone who doesn't love her
-dying and not being missed
dreams:
"i want to marry someone who wants to marry me for who i am, nothing else. not blood purity, not looks, but me.A"
secrets:
"well.... i've been abused since i was three years old. that's why i disappeared for two years, not because i was deathly ill, but because i was healing from my beating and under my fathers eye."
personality:
friendly
even through all she’s been through, peyton is still a generally nice person. she gives almost a chance, though she is secretive and holds back fully trusting someone from the beginning. she will gladly go to social gatherings, and hang out with people once she’s given a chance to do so. but her objectivity helps her out whenever she tries to be friendly, leaving her preconceived notions behind.
stubborn
Since she was younger, peyton has always been stubborn. when she would want something she would want it, and she would want and annoy her parents until they would give it too her, mostly her mother though. as a Ravenclaw, she was a little conceited about her answers, and would argue with you until there was no more arguing to be done even if she was wrong. this led to more than its fair share of beatings for peyton, especially over the topic of arranged marriage. she won’t be pushed around to do what she didn’t want to.
objective
as stubborn as she might be peyton in objective when she looks at a situation or a person, taking everything into consideration before she forms an opinion. this leads her to think differently about blood purity, her best friend actually was the one who helped peyton form those ideas. also she gives everyone a chance, even slytherins though she can’t turn a blind eye to a few of them which her father had tried to arrange her to marry.
secretive
peyton is far from open about a lot of things. she’s secretive about several topics, and tries to hide these secrets from everyone. the biggest of these secrets is that she is abused, and has been since she was only three years old. another is that she far from enjoys the dates that she’s always with, in fact she’s never dated anyone that wasn’t set up by her dad because she hardly had the time or the chance. she’s secretive to protect people, especially those closest to her. in all, though she'd hate to admit it, she's just scared.
parents:
myles sewlyn and alyssa zeller
siblings:
______ ______ sewlyn, twenty-onee , senior
others:
oliver maddox, best friend
history:
myles sewlyn and alyssa zeller were two years apart, myles being the older of the two. their parents arranged their marriage when myles was eighteen and alyssa was sixteen. the familes were pureblood, and to insure that the family would remain so, they arranged the marriage. alyssa zeller and myles sewlyn were married when alyssa was nineteen, and myles was twenty-one. their relationship was never about love, it was more like a business agreement than a marriage. there was never any love in the marriage, not from the time they were arranged to marry each other to the day they said their vows, and every day afterwards. ten months after they had married, they had their first child, peyton avery sewlyn.
from the moment peyton was brought into the world she was a disappointment in her father’s eyes. the only thing he had been looking for in a child out of the marriage was an heir, a son. whenever the newborn peyton was handed to her father for the first time, on his face was a look of disappointment and he promptly handed the baby to the nurse only moments after being given her. myles sewlyn left the couples home and went to work after that. not wanting to face the reality that his child was a girl.the childhood of peyton sewlyn wasn’t a loving one. her father avoided her as much as he could her first two years of life. As a pureblood she was taught from a young age about her supremacy over the mudbloods, or at least her parent’s strict beliefs of it. these tales frightened a young peyton, and made her fear these ‘mudbloods’ more than anything else. when peyton was two her little brother was born. he was instantly the apple in his father’s eye from the time he was born. myles began to be around the home more, and more peyton craved her father’s affection. Things were better, butlike all good things in life they had to end.
myles started abusing peyton when she was three years old. The first time he had ever hit her was when she was three years old. she had been running to her father as he returned from work when she tripped on a rug on the floor. when peyton fell she landed against a stand, on top of which was a face which fell and shattered. a young peyton quickly got up and apologized but her father in anger slapped her face and knocked her to the floor. clutching her cheek in hand she cried as her father yelled obscenities at her. her mother came into the hallway, seeing the entire scene. but she didn’t say a word, she just walked over to peyton, helped her up and shooed her away as she bewitched a broom to sweep up the shards from the broken vase. a bruise formed on peyton’s face, as many later would. Her mother afterwards took her into her room, and covered the bruise with some makeup, and sent peyton to play with her brother. peyton did so, though she was forever mentally scared from that day on, never able to forget it.
as peyton’s childhood continued, the abuse got worse. anytime peyton would mess up anything, or make a mistake she was faced with a beating. peyton lived in silence though, never telling a soul about it. the only time peyton was guaranteed to not be beaten was when she spent a week with her squib aunt during the summer. her mother had had a squib sister, a few years older than herself. of course the family kept her existence under wraps, trying to keep her out of the public eye. Her aunt lived in a small city in which every year there was a small carnival and peyton would always attend it. she liked to ride the various rides, and just enjoy herself as far away from her father as possible.
whenever peyton was eleven she received her letter to hogwarts. she was so excited, she got her wand, robes, and books. when her first day of hogwarts came upon the her, she was sorted into ravenclaw, much to her father’s displeasure . her time at hogwarts was the best time in her life, along with the week at her aunts. she had a great love of quidditch and potion making. at hogwarts she met her best friend, oliver maddox. he was a muggleborn student in hufflepuff, of course peyton only knew about him being a hufflepuff boy who was friendly. being a bit of a spitfire herself, and a friendly person, she found herself having friends. one day, close to christmas break, she asked him about his family and was surprised to find out that he was muggleborn. This messed with her mind, seeing as the only things she had ever known about muggleborns were far from what she knew oliver to be. she ignored him for a few days, while trying to decide what she should do. after careful thought she decided it didn’t matter to her, but she knew she had to keep their friendship a secret.as time went on, she learned he was from a broken home, which she found sad, but she would wonder sometimes if it was better to have a father and have him be abusive, or have no father at all. Though, then there came a snag in the friendship when summer would come around. peyton realized that she couldn’t have him by the house, and she knew she couldn’t leave the house without her father being suspicious, so she came up with the idea that they would meet for one week at the carnival by her aunts home. So that was when they saw each other during the summers, of course peyton would write him owls, secretly as she could.
as time went on at hogwarts, peyton’s love of potions and quidditch grew. peyton loved her time at hogwarts, it was escape from her father’s ever watchful eye.when she was in her fifth dear at hogwarts she became a quidditch announcer at hogwarts ehich she was until she graduated. during her sixth year at hogwarts her father began trying to arrange a marriage for her. peyton refused and would purposely foil these plots, which led to more beatings. peyton, while at hogwarts, often was forced to date some of the men her father was trying to arrange her to marry, though she would sabotage these dates the best she could, though she would put on a smile to hide her distaste in being forced to date someone she didn’t love. every summer though when she got to see oliver, it seemed to take away those bad memories. Her last year was the hardest for peyton. she couldn’t believe that her time at the school was almost over, also it meant having to spend more time at the house.
the worst time in her life was the summer after her seventh year. her father’s anger toward her seemed to grow more over that summer than any other. her father always brought up the topic of marriage, and severely punished her for her behavior that it had happened over the past two years at hogwarts and her refusal to an arrange marriage. this punishment was that she couldn’t go to her aunts that summer, or leave the house unless he was accompanying her. he was determined to break her, and get her to submit to his will. he had accomplished this for years, but this time peyton wouldn’t stand by. So when the week came for her to go to her aunts, she snuck out of the home and made her way to the carnival to see oliver. of course, she hadn’t anticipated ending up getting there late, after the whole carnival had closed down for the night.so she made her way to one of the benches that lined the park. She was angry and upset at herself at the moment. then the next thing she knew her father was standing in front of her, full of rage. Upon discovering her missing from their home, he had went to her aunts home and interrogated her until he knew that she had gone to the carnival, and the reason she had gone to the carnival every year, oliver. Her dad, in a rage beat peyton worse this time than any other time in her life, cracking two ribs, and leaving her covered in bruises. He finally stopped whenever peyton coughed up blood. her father told her that if he ever caught her with Oliver, who he referred to as ‘the mudblood’ again he would kill him and her. peyton knew her father was serious and took it to heart as she laid bleeding and broken on the ground.
Her father took her back to the family home, and placed her in one of the far rooms to recooperate. the family told everyone that peyton was deathly ill and no one could see her to cover there tracks, even her brother thought she was just ill. peyton was locked away like a memory someone wanted to forget. she healed slowly, and recovery for her took months. Her only care giver, her mother, only brought her food, and an occasional muggle asprin. by the time she was ready to go into public again, the college’s semester had started up, so it was decided that peyton would not attend it. after peyton healed the best she could on her own, she was left with scars on her back and her left shoulder, which she always tries to cover up as well as she could. the entire time she was a nineteen year old, her father had his eyes on her every moment that he could. so for an entire ear she couldn’t see or write oliver, but when she did write him, it was in the dead of night, or when she knew her father was out. whenever peyton was twenty her father pulled some strings and helped her get a job as a quidditch announcer, which she gladly took. as the time went on, her father’s attention was off her and on her younger brother to make sure he would make good decisions and have a good future ahead of him.
even at twenty-three she still lived with her parents, and works as a quidditch announcer. her father’s eye wasn’t so much centered around her, but her father did dabble in the arranged marriage business, trying to marry off her before she got any wild ideas. he still discipline’s peyton hard, and likes to have her schedule down so he knows when she should be home by like clockwork. Her friendship with oliver is tight, and as time goes by, she isn’t sure how much longer she can keep the secret of her father’s abuse from him. but she isn’t sure about the future, but she knows she wants to marry someone who loves her for her, not out of an arranged marriage, not for blood purity, for her.
myles sewlyn and alyssa zeller
siblings:
______ ______ sewlyn, twenty-onee , senior
others:
oliver maddox, best friend
history:
myles sewlyn and alyssa zeller were two years apart, myles being the older of the two. their parents arranged their marriage when myles was eighteen and alyssa was sixteen. the familes were pureblood, and to insure that the family would remain so, they arranged the marriage. alyssa zeller and myles sewlyn were married when alyssa was nineteen, and myles was twenty-one. their relationship was never about love, it was more like a business agreement than a marriage. there was never any love in the marriage, not from the time they were arranged to marry each other to the day they said their vows, and every day afterwards. ten months after they had married, they had their first child, peyton avery sewlyn.
from the moment peyton was brought into the world she was a disappointment in her father’s eyes. the only thing he had been looking for in a child out of the marriage was an heir, a son. whenever the newborn peyton was handed to her father for the first time, on his face was a look of disappointment and he promptly handed the baby to the nurse only moments after being given her. myles sewlyn left the couples home and went to work after that. not wanting to face the reality that his child was a girl.the childhood of peyton sewlyn wasn’t a loving one. her father avoided her as much as he could her first two years of life. As a pureblood she was taught from a young age about her supremacy over the mudbloods, or at least her parent’s strict beliefs of it. these tales frightened a young peyton, and made her fear these ‘mudbloods’ more than anything else. when peyton was two her little brother was born. he was instantly the apple in his father’s eye from the time he was born. myles began to be around the home more, and more peyton craved her father’s affection. Things were better, butlike all good things in life they had to end.
myles started abusing peyton when she was three years old. The first time he had ever hit her was when she was three years old. she had been running to her father as he returned from work when she tripped on a rug on the floor. when peyton fell she landed against a stand, on top of which was a face which fell and shattered. a young peyton quickly got up and apologized but her father in anger slapped her face and knocked her to the floor. clutching her cheek in hand she cried as her father yelled obscenities at her. her mother came into the hallway, seeing the entire scene. but she didn’t say a word, she just walked over to peyton, helped her up and shooed her away as she bewitched a broom to sweep up the shards from the broken vase. a bruise formed on peyton’s face, as many later would. Her mother afterwards took her into her room, and covered the bruise with some makeup, and sent peyton to play with her brother. peyton did so, though she was forever mentally scared from that day on, never able to forget it.
as peyton’s childhood continued, the abuse got worse. anytime peyton would mess up anything, or make a mistake she was faced with a beating. peyton lived in silence though, never telling a soul about it. the only time peyton was guaranteed to not be beaten was when she spent a week with her squib aunt during the summer. her mother had had a squib sister, a few years older than herself. of course the family kept her existence under wraps, trying to keep her out of the public eye. Her aunt lived in a small city in which every year there was a small carnival and peyton would always attend it. she liked to ride the various rides, and just enjoy herself as far away from her father as possible.
whenever peyton was eleven she received her letter to hogwarts. she was so excited, she got her wand, robes, and books. when her first day of hogwarts came upon the her, she was sorted into ravenclaw, much to her father’s displeasure . her time at hogwarts was the best time in her life, along with the week at her aunts. she had a great love of quidditch and potion making. at hogwarts she met her best friend, oliver maddox. he was a muggleborn student in hufflepuff, of course peyton only knew about him being a hufflepuff boy who was friendly. being a bit of a spitfire herself, and a friendly person, she found herself having friends. one day, close to christmas break, she asked him about his family and was surprised to find out that he was muggleborn. This messed with her mind, seeing as the only things she had ever known about muggleborns were far from what she knew oliver to be. she ignored him for a few days, while trying to decide what she should do. after careful thought she decided it didn’t matter to her, but she knew she had to keep their friendship a secret.as time went on, she learned he was from a broken home, which she found sad, but she would wonder sometimes if it was better to have a father and have him be abusive, or have no father at all. Though, then there came a snag in the friendship when summer would come around. peyton realized that she couldn’t have him by the house, and she knew she couldn’t leave the house without her father being suspicious, so she came up with the idea that they would meet for one week at the carnival by her aunts home. So that was when they saw each other during the summers, of course peyton would write him owls, secretly as she could.
as time went on at hogwarts, peyton’s love of potions and quidditch grew. peyton loved her time at hogwarts, it was escape from her father’s ever watchful eye.when she was in her fifth dear at hogwarts she became a quidditch announcer at hogwarts ehich she was until she graduated. during her sixth year at hogwarts her father began trying to arrange a marriage for her. peyton refused and would purposely foil these plots, which led to more beatings. peyton, while at hogwarts, often was forced to date some of the men her father was trying to arrange her to marry, though she would sabotage these dates the best she could, though she would put on a smile to hide her distaste in being forced to date someone she didn’t love. every summer though when she got to see oliver, it seemed to take away those bad memories. Her last year was the hardest for peyton. she couldn’t believe that her time at the school was almost over, also it meant having to spend more time at the house.
the worst time in her life was the summer after her seventh year. her father’s anger toward her seemed to grow more over that summer than any other. her father always brought up the topic of marriage, and severely punished her for her behavior that it had happened over the past two years at hogwarts and her refusal to an arrange marriage. this punishment was that she couldn’t go to her aunts that summer, or leave the house unless he was accompanying her. he was determined to break her, and get her to submit to his will. he had accomplished this for years, but this time peyton wouldn’t stand by. So when the week came for her to go to her aunts, she snuck out of the home and made her way to the carnival to see oliver. of course, she hadn’t anticipated ending up getting there late, after the whole carnival had closed down for the night.so she made her way to one of the benches that lined the park. She was angry and upset at herself at the moment. then the next thing she knew her father was standing in front of her, full of rage. Upon discovering her missing from their home, he had went to her aunts home and interrogated her until he knew that she had gone to the carnival, and the reason she had gone to the carnival every year, oliver. Her dad, in a rage beat peyton worse this time than any other time in her life, cracking two ribs, and leaving her covered in bruises. He finally stopped whenever peyton coughed up blood. her father told her that if he ever caught her with Oliver, who he referred to as ‘the mudblood’ again he would kill him and her. peyton knew her father was serious and took it to heart as she laid bleeding and broken on the ground.
Her father took her back to the family home, and placed her in one of the far rooms to recooperate. the family told everyone that peyton was deathly ill and no one could see her to cover there tracks, even her brother thought she was just ill. peyton was locked away like a memory someone wanted to forget. she healed slowly, and recovery for her took months. Her only care giver, her mother, only brought her food, and an occasional muggle asprin. by the time she was ready to go into public again, the college’s semester had started up, so it was decided that peyton would not attend it. after peyton healed the best she could on her own, she was left with scars on her back and her left shoulder, which she always tries to cover up as well as she could. the entire time she was a nineteen year old, her father had his eyes on her every moment that he could. so for an entire ear she couldn’t see or write oliver, but when she did write him, it was in the dead of night, or when she knew her father was out. whenever peyton was twenty her father pulled some strings and helped her get a job as a quidditch announcer, which she gladly took. as the time went on, her father’s attention was off her and on her younger brother to make sure he would make good decisions and have a good future ahead of him.
even at twenty-three she still lived with her parents, and works as a quidditch announcer. her father’s eye wasn’t so much centered around her, but her father did dabble in the arranged marriage business, trying to marry off her before she got any wild ideas. he still discipline’s peyton hard, and likes to have her schedule down so he knows when she should be home by like clockwork. Her friendship with oliver is tight, and as time goes by, she isn’t sure how much longer she can keep the secret of her father’s abuse from him. but she isn’t sure about the future, but she knows she wants to marry someone who loves her for her, not out of an arranged marriage, not for blood purity, for her.
rp example:
Cass was used to walking home. She had walked home from her tutoring sessions since she had started doing them the year before. There were reasons she walked. One of them was that her tutoring sessions had to be within walking distance, though some of her sessions were farther away than others. Harry may have wanted her to be within walking distance or a block off the subway but she didn’t always listen to that rule. So it may take her twenty minutes longer to get home, or thirty, but she didn’t understand that rule very well. She understood that until they got a car they were restricted to the subway and walking, but why couldn’t she go farther?
She could walk a good distance, she wasn’t any athlete but she could walk far. Farther than people would give her credit for. Tonight though, she wasn’t too far from her house. As she walked she looked at the houses. Lights seemed to be on in every room in them. They reminded her of a Christmas tree. All lit up like that. Sure the houses weren’t the nicest houses in the world, maybe not the most wealthy homes, but that wasn’t the way Cass liked to see things. In fact, she preferred to associate them with things that reminded her of good times.
Cass always walked home alone. Well home, or one of her friends’ homes. Her brother was always busy, not that she would ask him to walk with her. She never asked anyone, even her later night walks home. Though they said a group was safer than alone. The way she saw it was she was endangering another person if she was walking with them at night. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if one of her friends got hurt because of her. Or her brother, she wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost him.
She flinched at that thought, she couldn’t lose Harry. He couldn’t die. She turned away from the lit houses, looking down the road. She started to quicken her pace. She might miss Harry, and her plans would be ruined. Then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board she thought miserably. She had already spent too much time on this road, longer than she had the previous week. As if on cue, she saw someone. Who was it? Not that she was even sure she’d know who it was. Maybe it was her boyfriend. He talked to her sometimes after her sessions, well that was some of the only time they talked. She didn’t want him around her house, well because she wasn’t sure how her brother would react. He really didn’t like guys hitting on her. She knew that fact all too well.
Suddenly she realized who it was, only after they were beside her. Which she had missed while she was thinking. It was her brother. She stared at him a moment, it almost seemed as if it was planned. She blinked masking her confusion with a smile. She wouldn’t admit that he’d surprised her and scared her, that would be too easy. When she saw her brothers half smile she let out a soft laugh. That was her brother. So many questions filled her head. How did he know where she was tutoring that night? It wasn’t like she left that stuff lying around. The only people who knew her schedule was her boyfriend and herself. Most of it was in her phone, and notebook. Her notebook was more of a backup in case her phone died. Not that she needed all that help remembering where she was tutoring; it was just to make sure that the families didn’t have something going on that evening. He must have found my notebook, she thought. Then fear crept over her.
Her notebook, well it was with her things. What if’s filled her head as she smiled at her brother. Had he seen the college applications? Worse, had he seen her boyfriend’s number or picture? She looked at her brother for a moment. He didn’t seem angry, so he couldn’t have found out about her boyfriend, unless he was waiting till they were out of the public eye to talk about it. She moved those thoughts away. You’re overreacting, she told herself. He didn’t find anything. She said looking at Harry with a smirk on her face “What are you doing around here at this time of day Harry?”. Then he asked how it went. She continued “It went fine as usual, got a little side tracted. You know you have the best timing, I was just coming to surprise you.”. She walked forward keeping her pace, not letting her brother’s presence slow her down.
*credit to cherry slept here of caution 2.0 for the picture
Cass was used to walking home. She had walked home from her tutoring sessions since she had started doing them the year before. There were reasons she walked. One of them was that her tutoring sessions had to be within walking distance, though some of her sessions were farther away than others. Harry may have wanted her to be within walking distance or a block off the subway but she didn’t always listen to that rule. So it may take her twenty minutes longer to get home, or thirty, but she didn’t understand that rule very well. She understood that until they got a car they were restricted to the subway and walking, but why couldn’t she go farther?
She could walk a good distance, she wasn’t any athlete but she could walk far. Farther than people would give her credit for. Tonight though, she wasn’t too far from her house. As she walked she looked at the houses. Lights seemed to be on in every room in them. They reminded her of a Christmas tree. All lit up like that. Sure the houses weren’t the nicest houses in the world, maybe not the most wealthy homes, but that wasn’t the way Cass liked to see things. In fact, she preferred to associate them with things that reminded her of good times.
Cass always walked home alone. Well home, or one of her friends’ homes. Her brother was always busy, not that she would ask him to walk with her. She never asked anyone, even her later night walks home. Though they said a group was safer than alone. The way she saw it was she was endangering another person if she was walking with them at night. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if one of her friends got hurt because of her. Or her brother, she wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost him.
She flinched at that thought, she couldn’t lose Harry. He couldn’t die. She turned away from the lit houses, looking down the road. She started to quicken her pace. She might miss Harry, and her plans would be ruined. Then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board she thought miserably. She had already spent too much time on this road, longer than she had the previous week. As if on cue, she saw someone. Who was it? Not that she was even sure she’d know who it was. Maybe it was her boyfriend. He talked to her sometimes after her sessions, well that was some of the only time they talked. She didn’t want him around her house, well because she wasn’t sure how her brother would react. He really didn’t like guys hitting on her. She knew that fact all too well.
Suddenly she realized who it was, only after they were beside her. Which she had missed while she was thinking. It was her brother. She stared at him a moment, it almost seemed as if it was planned. She blinked masking her confusion with a smile. She wouldn’t admit that he’d surprised her and scared her, that would be too easy. When she saw her brothers half smile she let out a soft laugh. That was her brother. So many questions filled her head. How did he know where she was tutoring that night? It wasn’t like she left that stuff lying around. The only people who knew her schedule was her boyfriend and herself. Most of it was in her phone, and notebook. Her notebook was more of a backup in case her phone died. Not that she needed all that help remembering where she was tutoring; it was just to make sure that the families didn’t have something going on that evening. He must have found my notebook, she thought. Then fear crept over her.
Her notebook, well it was with her things. What if’s filled her head as she smiled at her brother. Had he seen the college applications? Worse, had he seen her boyfriend’s number or picture? She looked at her brother for a moment. He didn’t seem angry, so he couldn’t have found out about her boyfriend, unless he was waiting till they were out of the public eye to talk about it. She moved those thoughts away. You’re overreacting, she told herself. He didn’t find anything. She said looking at Harry with a smirk on her face “What are you doing around here at this time of day Harry?”. Then he asked how it went. She continued “It went fine as usual, got a little side tracted. You know you have the best timing, I was just coming to surprise you.”. She walked forward keeping her pace, not letting her brother’s presence slow her down.
*credit to cherry slept here of caution 2.0 for the picture
alix , fourteen , female , ad , hope carrow , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
