-alarm rings-
Cara: I'm already up
Amy: WELL I WASN'T!
Sei no Gaara: ... Amy get back into you're fiction! I just posted anothe chapter/sequel to you'res so let these people have some spot light
-Dawn truns off alarm-
Adela: I'm curious why is it under 'Remus' if it's more about the colony?
Sei no Gaara: ... just cause it is! and all that happens shapes Remus into just AS good if not BETTer than he was in the actual canon. well I think.
Gale: If you're so sure why deny?
Tim: she's just being random and writing as she thinks. in short she has NO idea of what's going to happen!
Sei no Gaara: I DO SO KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN! I JUST DON't have it written down.
Selene: hmmm
Sei no Gaara: Asides from that! who's saying the stupid disclaimer:
Mark: Sei no Gaara owns Harry Potter?
Sei no Gaara: not the claimerthe disclaimer
Mark: Oh Sei no Gaara doesn't own Harry Potter
A beam of sunlight started. Then a flood of the lighter hues joined in lightening the November scenery. Cara observed this in her wooly sweater as a cold wind chilled her. She really had to think about getting a trench coat. She thought as she got up from the wooden bench Tim and Mark had made. A smirk played on her lips when she remembered that fiasco. It contained a gallon paint, a jar of paste, a few misplaced nails and a lost hammer. Not to mention the fact that Adela had spent a long time laughing with the others, and thanking the high heavens that Selene had a sense of humor.
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She missed those days, the times had changed. Even though Gale and Tim where still pretty good friends Mark had separated from Gale, making anything with Tim awkward. Though Adela and Tim where good friends and she was 'seeing' Mark which made anything with Tim awkward. It was like a big love triangle. Without anyone cheating, Cara added that thought in her head as she ran a hand through her waist length brown and silver streaked hair. The movement stopped above her shoulder as she shrugged laying her hand back down by her waist.
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She hated the war; she hated the deaths it had caused. First Raymond Finch the half-blind historian everyone cared about. Then Dagmar and Ande almost lost her life and earned herself a scar starting from the front of her neck to just below the start of her chest. And another slashing through her right eye with a ridge she could see if she concentrated looking in the direction 'right'.
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Cara missed the old Dawn, the one that'd come up with bizarre explanations of things just because. The one with the dreamy smile and always made someone do the same. Dawn however hadn't been the same since the attack. Her smiles were fewer and always seemed painful, forced.
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Cara couldn't blame her but Dawn had always been the cheerful one of their group. A smile for every occasion, never forgetting birthdays (unlike someone). Just plain being there.
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Then it all changed, even in the hell of the attacks they had gotten when they were changed. They had lived a sheltered life. Bah, sheltered until then. The attack that Death Eaters had performed on the colony. If Remus hadn't taught the younger generation; no one wanted to think of the results that could've happened then.
Cara clenched a fist thinking of the memories. It also hurt worse considering with all the speculation going on in the village that Voldemort hadn't truly died.
'If I have a say, Voldemort will die!'
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"Cara?" Gale asked wearing a dark blue-grey trench coat. The soft click of his leather shoes sounding as he walked closer to her. Cara looked up her dark chocolate eyes meeting the glimmering gold orbs.
"Ah, Gale?" Cara said almost as though asking him what he was doing here.
"It's the rest of the colony's street you know." He shot back as though reading her thoughts.
"Damn," Cara whispered knowing very well that Gale could hear her.
Apparently he did when he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer hissing into her ear.
"Lucky I'm the only one here, if Ande heard you swearing like that." Cara jerked out of his grasp her fist then swung aimed to knock him out.
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The 'leave me alone or I'll actually hit you' was in her eyes when Gale ducked around the punch. Gale chuckled in a fashion that made her want to aim again.
"Cool down Cinna." He said raising his hands in a way that if you were a muggle you'd feel safe.
Cara however was a witch, and she was taught in the same class as Gale, where they learned wandless magic. Meaning, that raising his hands in the air was no consolation,
"Gale put you're hands down." Cara said darkly moving around him.
"uh, huh." Gale said sarcastically putting them down.
A/N: know it's not the longest.
Cara: could say that.
and I know it's not incredibly detailed.
But I wrote this in two days. and I actually only spent 1 continuous hour working on it so it's pretty good by that standard.
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My mom finally praised a piece of my work.
It must be Armageddon because my mom is like the Simon Cowell of writing.
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Unfortunately it's not related to anything that could be called fanficiton. and it's stupid so my 'greatest' work is gonna remain on a tiny scrap of paper.
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Yeah I'm rambling on something that has nothing to do with the story.
Hope you liked the chapter.
Please Review. I have an 'accepting reviewers character thing' STILL going... besides the next generation of Colony kids needs to be done so if you want to have a part in that tell me!
