Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

June, or Jessica as she now called herself, had been having quite the odd and rather frightening dream. This dream was a weekly occurence, as if it was some sort of post-tramautic stress response to a previous event in her life. The dream was the same every time: she and her twin were being tossed through a black veil, where they fell and fell into what seemed like everlasting cold, black nothingness. She had awoken, her heart pounding against her ribcage, wide, tired eyes staring at the doorway, where the sound of Sienna (formerly Sydney's) voice rang out. Her sister had saved her from another decision: whether to keep falling and see what would happen in the dream or to wake up from fright and act the timid person that she was known to be.

Swiping a hand quickly through her dark, brunette hair, Jessica felt slight traces of perspiration on her forehead. Quickly collecting herself, she called out, "I'm coming!" Tossing off the thin, cotton sheet that she slept under, Jessica swung her feet onto the hardwood floor and noticed something rather thin and papery flutter to the ground, as if it had been placed under her covers while she slumbered. A rather inquisitive look passed over her exhausted features as she bent down to grasp the small piece of parchment and slowly unfold it. Hearing a rather impatient foot-tapping coming from the hallway, Jessica stuffed the note into the chest pocket of her lilac-colored pajamas and schlumped along towards the door, figuring that she would solve the mystery of the note at some other time.

She grasped the rusted doorknob and opened the door, a loud, protesting creak coming from the old hinges. Jessica was further perplexed as she saw the odd look on Sienna's face. "What happened?" She asked, her eyebrows rising to form a rather puzzled expression on her soft features. "Don't tell me we're about to get evicted again," She stammed rather worriedly.

Originally Posted by phoenixfirex12

ooc: No I hadn't picked a job...hmm i think Tamantha is going to be a substitute teacher.

Tamantha walked in from a long day at work, dropped her bag right next to the door and plopped down onto her couch. It hadn't been much different from other days, except that she couldn't shake that note from her mind. All day she had just wanted to get home and figure out what she was going to do about it.

She pulled the note out of her back pocket and read it over a few times. Dissecting it line by line.

On the one hand, she wanted to figure out what was wrong with her memory, and she had a feeling going to Hogsmeade would help her do just that. Something was missing from Tamantha, she could feel it. As if part of her had been removed from her. And she wanted it back. She wanted to be whole again.

On the other, she had a life, a job, and responsibilities that could not be dropped just for some hunch she had. How could she just get up and leave, what would she say, Oh, I'm sorry I can't work at all this week I'm going to follow a hunch I had about a mysterious note that magically appeared on my night table the other night. Oh yeah that would make her sound completely sane.

She continued to weigh her options, the pros and cons of each choice. This was just what she did. She always had to think everything through. Afraid that if she made the wrong choice she would regret it forever.

"It looks as though I'm going to Hogsmeade." She couldn't shake the feeling of needing to be there. And that's what it all came down to.

Following her gut.

Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy

Sunny decided that she should go to Hogsmeade, where she was supposed to go, but she kept stalling. She watched gameshows for most of the day, then wrote a chapter on her latest book. She slowly made lasagna, reading a rereading each ingrediant and taking her time making it. When it was done she dished herself some and ate it slowly, savoring the taste and bringing her teeth down slowly. When she was done she took her sishes tot he sink and hand-washed them, getting of ever lat morsel of anything that looked slightly unperfect. When that was finished she put away the dishes and put the leftovers in a plascic case before clearing a nice tidy spot in her fridge and putting it in there.

Hmm, the fridge looked messy. Sunny took everything out, cleaned the fridge, then put everything back in. There. Sunny closed the fridge and opened the freezer, taking out an ice cream sandwhich and eating it. When she threw the wrapper in the trash she noticed that it was full. Sunny took out the garbage bag from the garbage can and carried it to the end of her driveway to out in the very biiiiiiiiiiiiiig can. Then she hurried back inside because it was cold out!

Sunny looked at the clock; oh it was 9:03. Time for bed. She went to her room and changed into her fuzzy pajamas. Then she crawled into bed; staying one more day wouldn't hurt anything.

Originally Posted by Gryffindorgurl

OOC: GAH! I AM SO... TICKED OFF! I had a great first post, but then my computer decided to hate me right then and delete it! I'll try and make it as the same as possible, but it won't be as good as before

Tony grinned as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair. He'd just had a great drive, and boy did he need it. He'd had that weird feeling, like something big was about to happen, when he woke up. Driving always helped. The feel of the car's motor, the lurch of speed as it starts down the track, Tony loved it. Plus, it kept his mind off of Beryl and Frenchie. He still couldn't believe he was so far away from them. They were in Iceland and... well, he was in New Zealand. He couldn't even call Beryl, even though he had her new number. He was too embarrassed of the fact of how they knew each other. Besides, she was probably happy with Frenchie making house calls every night. He banged his fist on the car, causing just the slightest dent. Oh, not again. He'd have to ask Dwight about painting over that... again. He pushed the weird feelings and thought sof Beryl and Frenchie out of his mind, smiling as he noticed Dwight, his best friend and manager jogging up to him. He was holding something in his hands.

"Hey Tony! You were great, per usual." Dwight grinned, his blue eyes lighting up ever so slightly. His eyes always did that whenever he smiled. That's probably one of the reasons why he's so famous with women. Plus he was totally hot. "I don't see why you don't go pro, Tony. You're probably the best driver out there!" He chuckled as Tony gave him his famous "drop it" look. "Whatever, bro. This came for you while you were driving. It doesn't have a return address, but the stamp does say it's from England." He looked down at the watch on his wrist. His eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets. "OH, BLOODY- Tony, I gotta go. I had to be at this meeting 10 minutes ago. Tell me what that letter says later, okay?" He gave Tony a two-fingered salute, running off towards the offices that were by the track.

Tony waved lazily after Dwight, looking at the letter. Tony's interest had spiked when Dwight had said England. It couldn't be... no, no way. Tony's curiosity got the best of him, and he tore open the letter, reading the first, and only, sentence aloud. Suddenly, words started to appear on the letter.

Tony stared at the letter, trying to make sense of it all. He had to go back to England? After 10 years, he was finally going. Tony shook his head in disbelief. How could this happen? After finally being accepted as a normal person with a normal past, after his life was finally starting again, this stupid letter had to come along and ruin it. He thought of Beryl, and Frenchie, but mostly Beryl. He'd had some feelings for her when he'd left, but it seems Frenchie had more. He suddenly had tears in his eyes and was ripping up the letter, first in half and then into the smallest pieces possible. He wasn't going back, no way, not after everything he'd achieved. They weren't gonna screw up his life again, not after what happened the first time. Tony threw the piece onto the track, grabbing his helmet and storming into the offices.