Hullo people, I know I should update my other stories but I having horrid writers block. Anyways, this a RP that I am working on with one of my good friends. Kara is her character, and I am writing as Gred and Forge. Hope you like it, I will have another one we are writing up soon, just gotta type it. Also I promise I will update Mysterious Wats when I find a way to continue, so now I am off to listen to Glee, I will update soon, seeing as we write everyday.
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The air had that magical feeling in it today, and it also had the feeling of snow in the air. One of those days where you could practically see the blue tint that meant snow, which was nice. It also seemed to be one of those days, where you knew something was going to happen, but you just didn't know what that was going to be exactly. Well if you asked a couple of people that might be their answers to what today felt like, the others would call those people bonkers. Simply mad, or stuck in their childhood states. You couldn't tell when things were going to happen…and days couldn't feel magical. They were off for Winter break now, and enjoying the time where they could walk around by themselves. Unguarded by teachers or parents, or anybody else. It was this kind of freedom that their parents allowed them, that they'd been waiting for since they were kids.
There was a young Kara Trent, just having turned seventeen years old in October. The 31st to be exact, on her favorite holiday. Halloween…even if Christmas was a close second. There was just something intoxicating about Halloween that kept her feeling like she could do just about anything that she put her mind to. Other teenagers just saw it as a day to goof up, but no…not Kara Trent. It was a day where she actually felt magical. Like the ideas of witches, wizards, ghosts and magical beings actually came into everyday life. The day after though…others stopped even thinking about believing, but no she cared the same as the day before. Even if others called her childish, she had a feeling deep down inside that something had to be going on. Something they couldn't see…just a world that was elsewhere. It sounded preposterous, but she knew there had to be something more than this boring place.
"Kara!" came a yell, as she was shaken…quite violently out of her little daydream. "Wait, wh-!" she started, finding herself pretty much thrown into a snow bank that had been left by the storm two days ago. "Alex, stop pushing me into the snow!" she yelled, as she spit out a mouthful of snow and glared up at him. Shivering as she stood up, and brushed the white snow off of her clothes. "You keep on doing that." She muttered, "Every freakin time you come and see me…" she said quietly, as she gave him a hard punch in the arm. He winced, "This from the boy that walked all the way over to dunkin donuts to buy you this." he said, as he held a warm cup out to her from behind his back. "And how can I be sure that's not like…poisoned?" she asked, "You take a sip." She said, smirking as he took a gulp of the rather hot white hot chocolate.
"Dammit!" he yelled, as he stuck out his tongue and waited for the pain to pass over. The cold air helped. Kara took the drink from his, "Thanks Danny-Boy." She said, as she took the drink, blowing on it softly and taking a sup. He scowled slightly at his nickname, before she gave him a hug. "I really do hate that nickname." He said, as he pat her on the head. Kara nodded, "Of course you do." She said, as she ran off towards the park. Kara stood at about five foot six, and had pale complexion, pale pink lips to go with them. Her right eye was an emerald green color, and her left one was bright blue. She had lost the vision in her left eye, and blamed the two colors on a genetic disorder called Heterochromia. Her blindness…she couldn't really remember where it came from; all she knew was that it had probably been her own fault. An accident.
Her hair was chestnut brown and fell down to just barely touch her shoulders, and fell shaggily into her eyes. Over her eyes she wore a pair of pretty heavy prescription glasses that had a rectangular shape to the lenses. Each lens was framed with a thin red colored frame. That day she wore a pair of black cargo pants that were a bit baggy. Held up by a black and red checkered studded belt on a red base. Her shirt was red, and had a black cross against the front of it. Over that she wore a thicker black hoodie, with a faux wolf fur lining on the inside and on the edge of the hood. Her shoes were a pair of red converse, the white laces replaced with black ones. Her hoodie was zipped up completely, the soft fur part rubbing against her neck. That was quite nice. Just for this day she happened to be wearing a black hunting hat, that had a fur lining almost identical to the one on the inside of her hoodie.
As she walked along she took small sips from her hot chocolate every so often, chucking it into a garbage once they reached the park. "Hey…there are those asses from school." She muttered, as she snickered. "Hold on, I'll be right back Danny." She said, as she went to go and climb up a tree, glad none of the branches broke. "Hey!" she said, as she grabbed their attention, crawling over to a branch and shaking it, practically coating them in the snow that fell from the tree. She got down faster than she had gone up, "Bye Danny gonna go hide now!" she said, as she ran off, and hid behind a tree a bit farther away. That was fun, but she'd rather not get found by those people.
Fred and George walked through muggle London. The snow began falling heavily and people were slipping on sheets of un-seen ice. They were looking for new ingredients for new joke items. They needed new ideas, not that the ones they had were old to people, they were just old to the two of them. As they walked along the sidewalk, only stopping occasionally to chuck a snowball or two at an unsuspecting passer-by they noticed a rather unique girl running quickly towards them. She had brown shaggy hair and was running a bit to fast. Before they could move, the girl slipped on some ice and plowed into the both of them, throwing them back into a large snowbank. The snow ran down their backs, making them even more cold than before. The twins began laughing loudly.
"Whoa there missy!" cried George, grinning, snow dripping out of his ginger hair. Fred was grinning too. The girl looked scared, for she had a reason to be, two burley guys and a smaller boy had ran up to the small group and began cracking their knuckles. Boy did that bring back memories to the twins. Fred stood up and pulled George and the girl up with him.
"Now now, there is no need for that boys" he said, wiping off the snow from his black blazer. George stood next to him grinning widely. They knew just how to handle this lot.
"Oh yeah ginger? Well Kara, here got on our nerves and needs to be taught a lesson.' said the small dark haired boy. George actually let out a laugh. The boys looked murderous.
"I don't think so, you would never hit a girl would glasses would you?" Fred asked, smirking. The boys looked at Kara, and grunted, only to walk away, eyes gleaming with malice. The twins grinned again, high-fiving each other. When they turned to Kara, they gasped. "You don't think? George?" he said, grabbing his twins sleeve.
"For you're information I do think Fred, but I'm not sure! Could it be?" George said, wiping his eyes. This girl matched the perfect description of the long lost witch. From her glasses to the shape of her nose.
"But it can't be!" Fred replied.