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[Marlene McKinnon]

MacKenzie Conway
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?



»» Alexa Vega.

I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES
----»» BASIC INFORMATION .

----»» FULL NAME: MacKenzie Sofiah Conway
----»» AGE/YEAR: 15/5th
----»» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
----»» BIRTHDAY: First of May
----»» HOUSE: Gryffindor as of late, but still undecided.
----»» WAND: veela hair, 6 1/3 inches, dogwood

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,
LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT
----»» OTHER INFORMATION .

----»» HAIR:MacKenzie was born with golden blonde hair. Even as a newborn, it was very thick and full. As she aged, her hair darkened. It was her decision to grow it out past her usual length. The now honey brown curls spiraled gracefully around her bust line. The style varied to her personality of the day. Straight, with a part down the middle, was her lazy style. This method was most commonly used on sluggish school days. When more care and time was put in, the final result was glorious waves and loose curls. Her most elegant fashion added soft, wavy bangs and possibly a few accessories.
----»» EYES: There was no doubt from the moment MacKenzie first opened her eyes that she was going to be a handful. Her brown peepers were and still are constantly moving, curious to discover everything there is. MacKenzie learned early on in life that her eyes were for more than seeing. She developed a wicked cruel glare that usually resulted in getting her own way. When evil failed, MacKenzie learned to make “puppy eyes”.
----»» SKIN: MacKenzie was blessed with clear skin. She refused to take that fact for granted. Nightly, she applies some sort of herbal cream to her face as well as lotion to the rest of her body. The young Conway’s skin fought between looking Scottish and looking Colombian. MacKenzie tans easily, but with her dislike of lying around to achieve that tan, she never attains her darkest color. Still, no one would refer to MacKenzie Conway as pale or chalky.
----»» BUILD: There was no mistaking MacKenzie was purely female. Her bust was full and well developed. The girl’s chest made up for her lack of hips or behind. Although she was smaller and shorter than a fair amount of her classmates, MacKenzie played up her long legs with short dresses and high heels giving her a long and slim allusion. MacKenzie always felt her shoulders were too square to be attractive. Although she went for weekly jobs, it was evident that MacKenzie was not athletic at all. She was still self conscious about the weight and roundness she had acquired during her pregnancy. Although no one could tell she had a child, her eyes saw differently. Overall, MacKenzie had a slender figure with longer legs and minimal curves.
----»» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Although MacKenzie’s legs surpass her torso, she does not add up to much. When standing flat with her back straight, MacKenzie is 5’1”. Rarely does she slouch for fear she will look smaller and younger. The young witch will get defensive about her height, and has even gone as far as attempting a growth spell which resulted in her head growing twice its normal size. The woman in the hospital wing had given MacKenzie a thirty minute lecture on loving her body. From then on, MacKenzie chose to ignore the fact that she was smaller, using heels and any other muggle trick to appear taller.
Food was a waste of time to MacKenzie. If she could zap herself every morning to feel full and get all her daily vitamins, she would. When she eats, it is usually rushed and only what her body needs instead of what she wants. Add that with her once or twice a week run and MacKenzie stays at a nearly constant rate of one hundred to one hundred and five pounds.
----»» VOICE: MacKenzie grew up mostly around her Colombian mother, resulting in her picking up a Spanish accent. Her voice is extremely colorful while speaking. Sometimes, she overdoes it with the highs and lows that it sounds as if she is faking excitement or misery. She tends to speak with a fast speed, occasionally slurring her words together until she has to be asked to repeat herself. Still, her voice is a dead giveaway of her emotions. MacKenzie has not yet learned how to disguise her voice to hide her true feelings.
----»» REFLECTION: “I find myself from time to time criticizing my entire appearance. Though, I would be speaking false if I said I did not take pride in my ability to turn a few heads.”
A young witch around the age of fifteen spun a full rotation in front of her bedroom mirror. She stood scandalously clothed in only her undergarments as she surveyed the characteristics of her body. Her hands ran over her chest, pushing them up with long, slender fingers. A smug filled look was written on her face as she admired how full they had gotten in the last two years. Her hands went down lower, playing with the imaginary pudgy belly she worried about. Continuing on, she rested her hands on her hips—or lack thereof. MacKenzie turned sideways as if that would help the hips and curves appear. Her attention was captured by her behind, wishing it was tighter and maybe more eye-catching. “Ayyy! For someone with my mamita, I sure am lacking in the back,” MacKenzie complained, glaring so deeply it seemed as if she was willing it to grow.
Her concentration once again changed, but this time to a completely different part of her body. Both hands were fluffing her honey brown hair, admiring it. The texture was soft, but the light refused to play off the highlights making it shine dully. That same light caught her eyes, making her instinctively shut them and turn her face. It was evident that thick mascara had been applied as well as a shiny bronze eye shadow. Her round face was complimented by the fluffed bangs she was creating with her fingers and recently acquired comb.
MacKenzie disappeared into her closet, pulling out a daringly short mini skirt. Bending over, she stepped one leg into the skirt. Before she was able to get the other leg in, MacKenzie toppled over onto her bum. The girl silently blamed her large knees, cursing the fact that they liked to bend inward and touch one another. Otherwise, MacKenzie thought her legs were striking. At least they gave an illusion that she was taller than she was in reality. It was obvious that the mini skirt was chosen to show off the legs she noted as fabulous.
Back to the mirror, MacKenzie double checked her choice of skirt. Her pale lips pressed together as her mind raced around. Narrowing her eyes, she decided it would do nicely. Turning on her foot, the teenager marched back into the closet to find a top to wear.

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,
LET'S EXCHANGE THE EXPERIENCE
----»» INSIDE THE CHARACTER .

----»» STRENGTHS:
>>protective; MacKenzie is one of those “mess with my friends and you mess with me.”
>>transfiguration; MacKenzie’s first show of magic was turning a teddy bear into a stuffed dog.
>>animals; MacKenzie has always had a soft spot for animals, particularly of the canine variety.
>>beauty; MacKenzie knows how to use her feminine charms to get what she wants.
>>courage; MacKenzie quotes that courage is not the absence of fear, but doing something despite fear.
>>loyalty; MacKenzie stands by her friends.
>>trustworthy; MacKenzie knows when a secret is a secret. She may enjoy petty gossip, but her limits are unchangeable.
>>motherly instincts; MacKenzie has a caring nature that refuses to dissolve even when she tries to ignore it. She blames it on the fact that she is a mother, but the trait was there even before.
----»» WEAKNESSES:
>>temper; MacKenzie is a teenage girl after all. She can try to keep her cool, but there are certain buttons that can be pushed every time.
>>blushing; MacKenzie absolutely despises blushing. In her embarrassment, she stumbles over her words and usually ends up just shutting her mouth.
>>opening up; MacKenzie refuses to share certain parts of her life.
>>trusting; MacKenzie herself is trustworthy, but she has a difficult time turning around and trusting the other person.
----»» LIKES:
>>boys
>>kisses
>>all canines
>>most other animals
>>young children
>>Charms
>>Transfiguration
>>broom closets ;D
>>Quidditch
>>moonlight
>>outdoors
>>long walks with one companion
>>dark of the night girl talks
>>having a laugh
>>physical humor
>>Dumbledore {she thinks that wizard is simply boss!}
>>Peeves {oh come on. he’s hysterical}
>>fireplaces
----»» DISLIKES:
>>bratty girls
>>History of Magic
>>talking about the past
>>people sneaking up on her {she’s horrifically jumpy}
>>people taking insults too seriously
>>those who cannot forgive
>>being clumsy
>>falling
>>snakes
>>bees
>>sulking people
>>the fact that she has never had a serious relationship. it has always been physical.
----»» FEARS:
>>Ever’s well being; MacKenzie fears that she will not be able to take care of Ever as well as she deserves to be.
>>rejection; MacKenzie is afraid of all types of rejection whether it be from boys, girls, parents, teachers, or even an animal.
>>the future; MacKenzie constantly worries about how she is going to make everything work out. Is she going to get married? Will Ever understand the mistake her mother made and not repeat it? What about that “Dark Lord” guy?
>>snakes; MacKenzie’s more childish fear is snakes. Plain and simple.
----»» ERISED:
If MacKenzie was ever lucky enough to stumble upon the Mirror of Erised, she already knows what she would see. There would be a handsome man standing beside her, obviously in love with her. Ever would be nearby, grown and happy. Lastly, they would be standing outside of a charming one-story cabin in the woods.
----»» PATRONUS: Seahorse

Confidence; MacKenzie had to learn to be confidant about herself instead of hiding behind fear. There were many times in her life where she had tough decisions to make. No one gave her a choice, but to be confidant that she was choosing the best option for her and those around her. Other times, she had to be confidant that she and her mother would be okay.

Nurturing; Seahorses symbolize an instinct to nurture the young. MacKenzie has had this instinct since she was young. As a child, she would go out in search of baby animals to raise. The young girl refused to ever turn down anything that needed mothering. Now, with her own child, MacKenzie acts the same. Her instincts are very impressive in finding out exactly what the baby needs.

Fatherly; Now, this symbol can be a tad bit confusing. It probably leads back to MacKenzie's lack of a chance to ever warm up to a father. Her mother’s husband now, John Payne, is the closest she has ever had to a father figure. MacKenzie’s birth father just didn’t have the emotion needed to make her feel like his daughter.
----»» AMORTENTIA:
“That’s simple. The smell of summer night and puppy breath!”
----»» BOGGART:
The previous summer, MacKenzie had been helping her mother clean out their attic when the house finally sold. (They were going to live with MacKenzie’s step father, John.) Isabella, her mother, had just gone down the ladder to collect more boxes when MacKenzie let out a horrified scream. Isabella scrambled up the stairs to see MacKenzie in a state of shock, covering her face as the tears fell with purpose. It took her mother a few seconds to locate what influenced this state of depression. Inside of what looked like an old trunk laid newborn Evermore, dead.
“Hija! No, no. Es un boggart.There there,” She calmed the sobbing witch down.
----»» INFLUENCE:
“Without a doubt, my mother has been the biggest influence in my life. Through everything we have gone though, she never once let her spirit falter. No matter how many times she was scorned, there was always a smile on her face when I walked in the door. If it had not been for her, I probably would have given up on love and caring all together. I owe her my entire life. She has practically raised me on her own. I know I make mistakes, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her forgiveness has never failed and for that I can never repay her.”
----»» GENERAL ATTITUDE TO OTHERS:
Boys; MacKenzie has always been a flirt around the opposite sex. She tends to flaunt her body if she is interested enough. Rarely is she ever shy, but there are rare times when it happens. If she feels overwhelmed or discouraged by the current situation, she will become somewhat of a wallflower, blending into the background as best as her abilities allow. If she is in the mood to be outgoing, her flirting is usually easy to detect. A lot of physical contact will be made, as well as possible suggestions if the male reciprocates. A fair amount of the time, MacKenzie can turn into a tease. Nothing she says will have any meaning, she’s just looking for a little laughter and amusement. Flirting aside, MacKenzie finds more comfort in the males than females. She does not like to be asked if she is “okay” or if something is wrong. Guys tend to shy away from those questions, not wanting to get into a large conversation on feelings. MacKenzie prefers this to cooing and false friendship as they claim that everything will be peachy keen and bright as a phoenix.

Girls; In MacKenzie’s experience, she has a tougher time getting along with the female sex. Backstabbing is not something she will tolerate, and girls have a tendency to choose their selves over their friends. Still, MacKenzie is not rude (usually) when it comes to the females. She always tries within the best of her ability to give them the benefit of the doubt. Girls can provide that air of comfort that guys are incapable of after a breakup. For this, she is ever thankful. Although she would never act like it, MacKenzie really does want a best girlfriend. It would mean the world to her to have someone she could actually tell the deep secrets to and they would keep them hidden. So far, MacKenzie has not allowed herself to get that close to a female. But as she has grown, young Conway has gotten better about making closer female friends, actually enjoying their company. There is something about sister bonding that she finally grasps. Maybe there is something to be said about two hens in the hen house.

Overall; MacKenzie is a people person. She enjoys being in the spotlight, but gets along just fine without it. Although, she can be known to get a bit aggravated if all the attention is removed from her and given away. When MacKenzie is in a cheery mood, it bores her to be alone. She can almost always be found talking to someone else or doing something to attract attention of one or of many.
When her mood is sour, there are few times when she wishes to be in someone else’s presence. Sympathy has never been something she collected. Her worries were her own and she refused to share them with others. It seemed weak to her to show she was troubled. MacKenzie has been known to snap violently when someone provoked her or said the wrong thing.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,
SEE HOW DEEP THE BULLET LIES
----»» BURIED IN THE PAST .

----»»BLOODLINE: “My mami is half blooded. My papi is so scrambled you could never hope to figure out his bloodline. He was adopted.”
----»» SIBLINGS AND PARENTS:
Birth Father: Charles Conway
Birth Mother: Isabella Cortez
----»» HOME: Godric’s Hollow (in Britian. Exact location never specified)
----»» NATIONALITY: Colombian , Scottish, Welsh, English, and a small amount of German.
----»» FAMILY HISTORY:
“We will name her MacKenzie Sofiah.”
“After your mother and after mine.”
“Exactly.”

MacKenzie never bothered to ask how her parents met or why they decided to have sex without any intentions of getting married. She was brought into the world for whatever reason they possessed, and she was thankful of that at least. When MacKenzie would ask her mother if she loved her father, Isabella simply answered, “Not as I should have.” When MacKenzie would ask her father if he loved her mother, Charles would grunt and reply, “Not in the way you are thinking.” It was all she ever got out of the two.
Although the two had never gotten together, they both took responsibility for the child they had brought into the world. MacKenzie only spent the weekends at her father’s home. It was instantly evident that the young child preferred her mother over anyone. Although she loved her father, there was not the strong connection that she felt to her mother.
When her mother began bringing men home, MacKenzie turned sour. It was extremely hard to put on a face and enjoy the boyfriends’ company. MacKenzie was always skeptical of anyone who passed through her small home with their lips on her mother’s lips. When the young Conway was six years of age, her mother married a man by the name of Devon Puttock. He seemed to be more trustworthy than some of the other men she had allowed into their home. Still, MacKenzie refused to even think of him as a father. It turned out she had good reason. Two years later, when MacKenzie was eight, she came home early from a play date only to find Devon with a redhead in her matching red panties. The divorce took place soon after.
Meanwhile, her father had married a charming, young woman and produced triplets. This created a difficult environment when MacKenzie visited. By the time the triplets were two and MacKenzie was ten, she stopped visiting. Once and for all, she had lost her father figure. Besides the occasional letter, no communication continued between father and daughter. Sadly, it never seemed to faze MacKenzie.
At eleven, MacKenzie got her Hogwarts letter. Her mother was thrilled, as was MacKenzie. Still, there was an air of sadness. It was terribly difficult to have that long of a separation between mother and daughter. Their close bond made them depend on one another for support. When MacKenzie came home for Christmas in her second year, John Payne was at the dinner table. The normal skepticism was there from MacKenzie, and he seemed to understand. Soon, she began to enjoy her mother’s boyfriend. It was going lovely until a week through the summer when Isabella became pregnant with John’s child. MacKenzie threw an absolute fit. The young child did everything in her power to convince Isabella that she was wrong in having another baby. MacKenzie was to be her only baby. Young Conway prayed every night that the baby would vanish. Soon, she got her wish. Isabella and John rushed to the hospital, coming back with the news that Isabella had miscarried. Guilt tortured MacKenzie for ages. Terrible nightmares haunted her dreams. She had killed her sister or brother. There was no way around that.

It was in November of MacKenzie’s fourth year that something else went wrong. While her boyfriend’s roommates were out, she snuck up the stairs. Things happened and a few weeks later MacKenzie became pregnant. At fourteen, this was a disaster! Charms were used so that she could continue school, but suspicion was still raised. Though her belly still looked small, her female features were growing and she was skipping classes for doctor visits or other things. Around nine months later (June, after leaving for the summer) she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Evermore Grace Conway. The infant had breath taking dark brown curls, dark brown eyes, and a very calm temperament despite who her mother was. At birth, she weight about five pounds. MacKenzie could not have been more proud of her daughter. Secretly, MacKenzie pretended it was a present to her mother- whose child she had wished away. John and Isabella took care of Baby Ever while MacKenzie
continued her schooling.

Also in that Summer, John and Isabella finally got married. After many arguments about the best place for MacKenzie and Ever to grow up, they chose to move into John’s two-story home. He currently resided in Godric’s Hollow. It suited them best with the fenced in backyard, but an open lake behind the back of the fence. They barely got moved in before MacKenzie had to return for the school year, but they somehow pulled it off.

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,
THERE IS THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS
----»» OCC STUFF .

----»» YOUR NAME: Melantha
----»» ALIAS: Mel or any variation of that is spiffy.
----»» AGE: nearly legal in the wizarding world (:
----»» HOW DID YOU FIND US?:I saw Rachel’s board on neopets so I neomailed her. Boo yah. She’s no stalker! xD
----»» HOW CAN WE CONTACT YOU?: Easiest way? Email: melbabyyyxx@aim.com or neopets: bloodxtearsxx
----»» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: somewhere around five years if I recall correctly.
----»» ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:
Something with Marlene [u[edit: name changed to MacKenzie Conway[/i]
Forgive any Spanish mistakes. I only started this summer.

“Mama! Quieres hacer el almuerzo?” A young girl called from the front door.
“No, Marlene. Just come watch your daughter. I will make lunch,” Her mother answered back, walking up to the porch to hand off a young baby girl. Marlene ran to meet her, lifting the infant out of her hands. “Good afternoon, Ever!” She cooed to the baby. Marlene had golden brown, wavy hair which Ever had inherited in a darker tint. They both shared identical dark brown eyes that never lied. It was obvious from just looking at them that they were related. Though, with Marlene only being sixteen or so, it was hard to believe that this one-year-old girl was her daughter. That being the reason they had kept it a secret. It was more simple for everyone that way.
“Let’s go on a walk while Abuela makes lunch, okay?” She talked in a light, high voice to please Ever. The summer sun was absolutely stunning around noon. The grass was a flourishing green and comfortable to stroll on with bare feet, which is how Marlene was walking. She was also in blue jean shorts and a white camisole to compliment her darker skin tone. Though, she had yet to find many boys in her neighborhood she would want to look attractive for. Ever was in a purple sundress, also barefoot. It was much too warm to wear much else. The concrete was too hot to walk on, and Marlene did not feel like burning her feet. Ever let out a small squeal as she noticed a squirrel running past them. Marlene giggled and cuddled the child close. “We’ve been walking for a while, Ever. I don’t think I’ve been down this street before,” She told her, continuing to meander. Marlene had planned to keep walking until she heard voices she recognized. Her heart stopped. It wasn’t possible. About two houses down from her, she saw Sirius Black and James Potter. They couldn’t spot her, not with her own child in her arms. “Oh no,” She whispered, hoping she hadn’t been spotted. If they were up in a tree, they might not have been looking in her direction and she would have time to drop off Ever at home. Her legs were frozen and all she could do was look to the grass and pray it told her way to do. “Mami,” Ever cooed, looking up at her mother’s odd expression. Ever broke her trance and that was when she noticed Remus, but his back was facing her. Maybe she would be able to get away.
None of them had seemed to notice Marlene. She was home free. Suddenly she could feel the blood return to her legs, enabling her to move them. As quietly as she could, Marlene stepped backwards one foot at a time. Sadly, her foot landed in a dip in the grass, resulting in her tumbling backwards. Thankfully she had the state of mind to hold tight to Ever as she landed on her behind with a loud “oof”. That set off a horrible series of chain reactions. Evermore started bawling from fright of her mother falling, which started a dog barking in the yard to her left. Marlene started humming softly to Ever, pushing herself up with one hand. Her eyes were wide as she turned around to walk away. “Please, please, please, please,” She muttered over and over, talking one step at a time so not to cause suspicion. Though, her hunched back and carefully concealed face did not look completely ordinary. Ever was still crying in the high pitch way babies do. Even the calm bouncing did not silence the startled baby.

Something I did for a onexone that was more carefully written.

It had been a few weeks since Jelly had boarded the scarlet train. Christmas break had gone by so incredibly fast, she was shocked it was time to return to school. Though, nothing made her happier. During her Christmas break, Jelly had spent the majority of the time doing housework and babysitting. Her brother-in-law finally trusted her to watch the kids, even if it was just for a little while. Her niece and nephew were trouble makers, just like Jelly. Although, that could only be a direct result of Jelly living in their house during the summer. Her outright defiance and mockery of her elders had merely rubbed off on the two young ones. Miranda, Jelly's only sister, was largely displeased. Both Miranda and her husband did whatever was possible to get Jelly out of the house, though it did not take much effort. In her words, "I'd rather go to hell than stay in this hellhole=2 0all day!" Much to Jelly's dismay, her sister and brother-in-law forced her to work over any break she had. Even more to her outright distaste, Jelly's brother-in-law insisted to tutor her during the breaks. He was much unaware that Jelly attended Hogwarts during the school year, under the impression she was placed at a correctional facility to help her with her anger. On the bright side, Jelly knew both muggle studies and wizard training. On the downside, there was less time to sneak out and snog with the local muggle boys. The British boys had very strong tongues.

Even with all the crazy of the holidays, and Jelly busy with everything else, she still managed to worry over her best friend. Sirius Black and Jelly had fallen head over heels in friendship after a frenzy of messing up each other's pranks in Sirius's third year (Jelly's first.) Although she was a Slytherin, and he a Gryffindor, the match was made. Although Sirius had the Marauders who were his brothers for life, he always managed to find time for Jelly. Eventually, he even got the Marauders to like her as well. She'd never be in the tight knit group, but outside of that, she and Sirius were attached at the hip. Lately, something had been severely bothering her. The two had set a date to work on a prank together, and Sirius bailed on her. (Full moon). When she asked for a reason, he supplied that he was busy and would speak no more on the subject. At another time, Jelly offered to meet and hang out with him at the lake, but ended up spending two hours with this large, black dog. Even then, Sirius had just supplied that he was busy. All of this bothered Jelly very strongly. Sure, she had an entire life she kept from him, but it had seemed that beside the past, the two knew most everything about each other. Or, so they each thought.

On the other hand, Jelly had been worried about her secret being revealed when Sirius had caught her in the middle of a dream. In this particular dream, Jelly had gone back to her place of birth-Tennessee- which caused her fake accent to fall out. Mumbling in her dream, she spoke of pig wrestling, barbeques, riding horses in the 'pasture down yonder', and other things related to her hometown. For weeks after, she avoided Sirius. He pestered her with questions about what the hell she had been dreaming about, so she kept her distance. Again, this tore at the very fabric of their friendship.

She would never let him know, but on the inside, this was absolutely killing her. Instead of dreaming back home, she dreamed of him every night. When the muggle boys would sneak into her bedroom at night, they would wake her up with laughter and taunting about some unknown "Sirius Black" she screamed out in the night. Even her brother-in-law had burst in her bedroom door when he heard her yelling out his name in pain and thrashing about on the bed. Though, he thought it was not attributed to a dream. Not even a letter. She had not heard from him once si nce they left Hogwarts without saying a word. Blaming it on herself, she had tried several times to write him a letter, but ended up throwing it in the garbage. If he saw her address and decided to visit sometime, he could appaperate(spelling?), things would get terribly messy!

Back to her present state, Jelly found herself boarding alone on the gorgeous, old, red train. It was to Hogwarts or bust! Her brown hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail, pieces stringing down into her pale complexion, giving her the illusion of the walking dead. A black sweater was clung to her upper body, with a slight v-neck. Being colorblind, she wasn't one for picking out color-coordinating outfits. Blue jeans flared away from her body, giving it an odd shape as she turned sideways to glance around her. It was all in hopes to see a long, black-haired boy beaming at her, though she doubted this would happen. In all honesty, she wasn't even sure he had gone home for the break. Sometimes he and James did, other times they didn't. With lost hopes, she yanked her items up into the train, finding one of the few empty compartments. Her bag was kicked under the seat, and her trunk raised above her head to fit up in the bins.

After fixing up the compartment, and sliding the door back, Jelly landed in her seat with an alarmingly loud sigh. A shadow passed outside the door, pausing for a moment. Ignoring whoever it might be, Jelly scrunched down in the seat, curling up on her side. A few moments later, she had fallen peacefully asleep and was blissfully unaware of the obnoxious Hogwarts students running about. What seemed like hours later, but was only a few minutes in reality, Jelly's dreams started again. Her mouth was open in alarm as she watched the scene play out before her. Sirius was running from her. "Please! Sirius!" Her voice rang in the compartment, full southern-drawl. "I cain't..." she trailed off, turning her face into the seat's cushion. It would be a while before the train took off and thrusted her into the floor.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,
BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL
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