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Old 01-02-2010, 01:37 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Jackson Reagan
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

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Norah Reagan
Slytherin
First Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Wallace Crum
International Cooperation

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Hello there! My name is Dee, and this is a story of my school and Ministry characters, Ziva and Asher Holden. This ‘story’ (if that’s what you want to call it) is compromised of journal entries from Ziva and a few from Asher, and what happens at the Ministry and Hogwarts and their surroundings of wherever they may be.

So, here’s the tale of the Holdens.






“There’s no fight we cannot win. Just you and I…defying gravity, with you and I defying gravity!” * a fifteen year old girl belted out as she rummaged through boxes upon boxes of items in the attic storage as the rain beat down on the roof a foot and half above her. It appeared to the eye she was a normal teenage girl singing lyrics from the latest Broadway show; in actuality she was a young witch.

“Oh, come on now! It’s got to be in here some where!” Ziva Holden exclaimed as she roughly threw things back into the box she just emptied. If Asher, her older brother could see her now he would scold her for throwing things around. And for being in the attic, a place that was and had been off limits since they were very young.

The cause for such a mess and frustration was simple, the hunt for a blanket that had mysteriously disappeared a few years previous. Ziva had looked high and low, except for the attic. It was one of the days where Asher was in his study looking up some remedy for a sickness and the others were off doing their own things. She couldn’t help but to wonder what was in the attic that made it forbidden to be in.

After she closed another dusty box up she decided that she’d better make an appearance down stairs or Asher would get suspicious of her. She turned to leave the large storage space and noticed something shoved between two boxes. She carefully pushed the boxes apart and found it to be a small silver picture frame holding a picture of what Ziva assumed was their family when everyone was young.

She looked at her parents faces, she had never remembered them. She was four at the time when they never came back, of course she wouldn’t have remembered. The frame was small enough for her to put in the pocket of her cardigan she was wearing. She knew that if Asher saw her with it he’d know exactly where she had been.

Ziva shut the lights off in the storage, shut the door and made her way through the rest of the attic where their maid, Maudi stayed. Fortunately, Asher had sent her off to the city as a day trip for her day off; she was no where to be seen. Quietly she descended the attic stairs to the third floor of the Holden Estate. After stopping by her large room and depositing her newly found treasure in the back of her closet she continued down to the second floor of the Estate.

She knew exactly where Asher would be. She didn’t bother knocking on the door, she opened none too quietly and plopped herself down on the plush couch against the wall. “Rain Quidditch?” she asked with a grin.

Asher heaved a heavy sigh and shut his book securely, he took off his reading glasses that he rarely wore and leaned back in his desk chair. He slumped down in the chair and swiveled it around to face her. He got up and walked over to the over stuffed chair and plopped down. Elbows on knees, chin rested on top of clenched hands he responded the same as every other time she had asked. “No.” he said firmly.

“Come on Ash!” Ziva exclaimed jumping up. She started pacing in front of the couch trying to come up with a convincing notion to change his mind, though it was useless.

“I said no.” he told her again.

“It’d be fun, it be like a real Quidditch match at school if we played out in the rain.” She told him smiling, he loved playing Quidditch when he was at Hogwarts.

Asher sighed again as he closed his eyes lightly. He shook his head. “No.” he told her yet again as he opened his eyes. He found her pacing the long side of the room, past the windows and to him.

“Can’t we try it once?” she asked him stopping in front of him.

“No, we will not.” He told her cupping her face with both hands. As much as he wanted to he didn’t want any of them to get sick; he couldn’t and wouldn’t see them in misery.

Ziva pulled her head out Asher’s hands and sat back down on the couch. She knew that one of these years she’d get him out there in the rain to play Quidditch. Right now he was too preoccupied with other things. And the old standby explanation “You’ll get sick.” Sometimes it sucked to have an older brother who was a healer.

She tapped her foot to the beat of the University of Kansas’ fight song, “When are we going to Diagon?” she asked as she folded her legs underneath of her.

“Soon.” Asher told her, he paused. “Go get Corbin and Devon together we’re going to do a family effort for dinner tonight since Maudi is out.” He told her getting up. He paced over to his desk and picked his book up as he watched her leave the study.





* "Defying Gravity” from the Broadway Musical “Wicked”.
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