we [s]luffs[/s] hates the summery holidayness

[cenizobelle]

Jack walked out of King’s Cross station and outside into the rain where everyone was rushing to get out of the rain. He started the 15 minute walk home. Several people bumped into him as they got on with their busy lives. No-one gave him a second glance. He was just a boy in the rain. What was he to them? He reached the ‘driveway’ to his house. It was muddy, wet and eroded. It hadn’t been used for a couple of years. Jack got out his wand and levitated his trunk; instantly regretting it. He was out of school. No more magic. He put his wand back in his pocket, knowing that the department of underage use of magic had just got a memo saying that Jack Pravus has being doing magic out of school. ‘Great (!)’

He made his way up the drive, slowly. When he got to the door, the rain started to stop. He looked at the sky. Then back at the door. It opened. He walked in.
“What took you so long!” his father snapped. Jack said nothing.
“Don’t come in like that. You’re dirty and you’ll make the carpet muddy.”
‘So you care more about the carpet than me. Thanks (!)’ Jack thought, still not looking at his father.
“When I talk to you, you look at me. Then when I ask you a question, you answer!” he said, anger rising in his voice.
“Well if I do answer, you just shout at me!” Jack said defensively. He watched as his father took a step closer to him. “What are you gonna do, pu-?” Jack never finished the sentence. His father’s wand was already out. Jack eyed it nervously. It hadn’t even been a day of the holidays yet and his father was already going to hurt him. Jack shut up as soon as the wand was out. “Get out of my sight.” His father spat. Xenar came into the room and raised a finger at Jack. He was cleaned instantly. Jack glared at Xenar. Then he walked up the stairs, slamming the door as he went in his room. It fell of its hinges. He let out a cry of anger and took out his wand. Without thinking, it was back on its frame, fixed. ‘Damn it! Stop doing fu[zz]ing magic Jack!’ He collapsed on his bed, and fell asleep instantly in the warm covers.

[cenizobelle]

Teh dreamikins:::

He sat up slowly. “Where am I?” he muttered absent mindedly. Then the cold hit him. He was in the Slytherin common room. “But I just left!” he moaned quietly. He sat up properly, and noticed straight away that the common room had changed. “It’s f-freezing. . . ” he said shivering, cus you say anything and everything when you’re in dream land.
“You don’t say (!)” a familiar voice said from behind him.
He spun around, but no-one was there. A confused look spread across Jack’s face. He stood up and walked around. The leather sofas were cracked with cold, and a thin layer of ice spread out over the floor. He slipped slightly, but someone caught him.
“Take more care Jack.” They said, while helping him up. He turned around again. This time, he saw someone. “Mum? Why are you here?” She shrugged.
“You’re the one dreaming Jack.”
“Yeah Jack.” said the other voice. He searched around for it, but couldn’t find it’s owner.
“You won’t see her until she decides to be seen.” Jack looked confusedly at his mum, then back at the room. His eyes focussed on one corner of the room. Then he saw someone move. He took a step closer, so did they. Then he recognised them. “Madi! How come?” She shrugged.
“Like mum said earlier, you’re the one doing the dreaming!” Jack smiled at that. Typical Madi.
“But there must be a reason I’m dreaming you. . . ” he said, doing some pacing. Madi rolled her eyes.
“Jack, does there have to be a reason for everything? And is it just me, or does this room need some warmth!” she said grinning. Jack nodded. “But how?”
“Easy!” Madi said, still smiling. She stood up and walked closer to the grate. Then she stretched her arms out in front of her and red sparks flew from her fingers into the grate. When the hit the wood, they burst into glorious flames. Jack smiled and sat on one of the now warm sofas. [it’s a hot fire] “Much better.” He said satisfied. But then stood up again. “There still has to be a reason I’m dreaming you. You’re dead.”
“But I don’t have to be dead any more.” she added. He nodded while walking, then back tracked.
“So, you’re not supposed to be dead. . .” he said thoughtfully. “Which means, I could. . . ”
“No Jack. You can’t. It’s,” Madi looked at her mum briefly. “Talk to Sei. He’ll tell you about it. Resurrection and stuff that is. Don’t have another go at him.”
“But he didn’t do anything. He let you die.” He said loudly. “So did I.” He added quietly.
“Jack, there was nothing you could do. There was nothing Sei could do either. But now he can do something. Let him prove that he’s not going to stand there and let me die. Ask him.” Madi finished.
“How? I mean, we’re not at school anymore. Well I say not at school. . . ” he said looking around the room. “We could always just go check whether Sei’s in the Gryffindor tower.” He said shrugging. Madi replied with a shrug and they left the room. Jack stepped out through the wall. . .

Suddenly it was all the over. The dream had stopped again. Jack sat up, his head heavy. Someone knocked on the door. “Go away!” Jack shouted at it.
“But master, it’s time for lunch.”
“How is it lunch already!”
‘Did I really sleep that long??’
“Uh, master?”
“What! Okay! I’m coming. God!”

[cenizobelle]

[okai baisicly [] i would give you teh rest, but switched on pc and BIG pc crash. wiped out nearly half mehs stuffs! -is very upset- so i'll just explain in breif detail of wot the hols were likes . . . ]

goes downstairs has argument with dad, ends up being cruiciofied etc, dad is mean and a half, jack goes to sleep agen, has nuther dream, wakes up n reads book, dad cumes in after tea, gives him a broom, tells him he can go and watch a quidditch match, jack goes to watch it, dad dusn't go, of course. jack's team wins, jack=happy, cumes home and gives broom back to dad, still happy. finishes book, goes into garden and into foresty little wood type thing, alice will no wot i mean and sits on a log, thinking bout dreams n stuff. [this was meant to be short wasn't it! -grins-] elf calls him in cus dad wants to talk, jack kinda stares at teh elf and shrugs, walks in they talk, reluctantly, then dad says sumin and jack gets angry at him [can't remember, i haven't seen the document in over two weeks!] and storms away into garden agen, then [omg] walks down teh cliff to where madi died and he kinda sat there . . . and that would be all i can remember. Oh, and he remembered about the pendanty thing ma bob. -nods-

[[[that would be all i can remember, and now i'm going to go and update my journal on devART cus i haven't for over TWO WHOLE WEEKS and there is alot to say.]]]