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Shanners · 04-27-2010, 05:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Adams eyes lingered on the house for a moment, and although it would have probably been nice for Lori to grow up with a blood-related mother, he couldn't help feeling relief that she hadn't. If she had... well, she might live here, and might not have gone to Hogwarts, and he might not know her.

Then he felt a little sorry he'd thought like that. A little bit sorry for the people who lived here. For Lori's family, brothers, sisters. It was obvious other kids were homed here, for the toys strewn outside was a big give away. But toys that looked a little uncared for, unloved.

Like Lori? Had that been why her mum have given her away> Or had it genuinly been because she couldn't cope? Had Lori been her first, second, her last? Adam wasn't sure he was happy with Lori finding out, because it might just make her sadder than she was. But she was right. No one could hold her back now, and if they did... she'd always be confused.

"Alright," he said after a moment, nodding. Giving her hand one last squeeze, he let go rather reluctantly, before getting out of the car, shutting the door and going over to her side to open hers. He clutched his wand inside his pocket. He wasn't going to get it out, because if she wasn't a witch...

Tearing her eyes away from the house for a moment, as Adam gave her hand a squeeze, Lori gave him an appreciative smile and nodded before picking up her bag and placing her magazines in there. They came in handy as swatters -- if needs be anyway.

Once her door was opened, she clambered out and then shut the door herself before heading in the direction of the door, walking down the path. Past the garden that needed weeding, past plants that needed watering, past a life she could have been living.

And then ... she knocked on the door, her hand immediately returning to her side, her other arm protectively on her bag handle.

There was a door knock. Great, it was probably the council again. Dakota Bridges looked around her living room and slmost laughed. The council wouldn't take this place away from her, not with seven kids, and they wouldn't put any of them in care, because they were all too troublesome. There were toys everywhere, paper plates because crockery ones were useless and broke, plastic cups, dirt, mould, sleeping bags and the six children, all under ten years of age.

She placed a finger on her lips to indicate the children needed to be quiet, but kids these days? Well they didn't care, were they really going to just listen to her while she told to be quiet? She had never had control over them.

The brunette got up, adjusted her denim skirt, and ran a finger through her hair, her greasy unwashed for days hair, and headed for the door, opening it and rolling her eyes. "So the council send kids round now do they? Well you aint having my house, and you aint having my kids, so bugger off okay?"

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,372 Gryffindor Sixth Year First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Adams eyes lingered on the house for a moment, and although it would have probably been nice for Lori to grow up with a blood-related mother, he couldn't help feeling relief that she hadn't. If she had... well, she might live here, and might not have gone to Hogwarts, and he might not know her. Then he felt a little sorry he'd thought like that. A little bit sorry for the people who lived here. For Lori's family, brothers, sisters. It was obvious other kids were homed here, for the toys strewn outside was a big give away. But toys that looked a little uncared for, unloved. Like Lori? Had that been why her mum have given her away> Or had it genuinly been because she couldn't cope? Had Lori been her first, second, her last? Adam wasn't sure he was happy with Lori finding out, because it might just make her sadder than she was. But she was right. No one could hold her back now, and if they did... she'd always be confused. "Alright," he said after a moment, nodding. Giving her hand one last squeeze, he let go rather reluctantly, before getting out of the car, shutting the door and going over to her side to open hers. He clutched his wand inside his pocket. He wasn't going to get it out, because if she wasn't a witch... Tearing her eyes away from the house for a moment, as Adam gave her hand a squeeze, Lori gave him an appreciative smile and nodded before picking up her bag and placing her magazines in there. They came in handy as swatters -- if needs be anyway. Once her door was opened, she clambered out and then shut the door herself before heading in the direction of the door, walking down the path. Past the garden that needed weeding, past plants that needed watering, past a life she could have been living. And then ... she knocked on the door, her hand immediately returning to her side, her other arm protectively on her bag handle. There was a door knock. Great, it was probably the council again. Dakota Bridges looked around her living room and slmost laughed. The council wouldn't take this place away from her, not with seven kids, and they wouldn't put any of them in care, because they were all too troublesome. There were toys everywhere, paper plates because crockery ones were useless and broke, plastic cups, dirt, mould, sleeping bags and the six children, all under ten years of age. She placed a finger on her lips to indicate the children needed to be quiet, but kids these days? Well they didn't care, were they really going to just listen to her while she told to be quiet? She had never had control over them. The brunette got up, adjusted her denim skirt, and ran a finger through her hair, her greasy unwashed for days hair, and headed for the door, opening it and rolling her eyes. "So the council send kids round now do they? Well you aint having my house, and you aint having my kids, so bugger off okay?" __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________