Selina looked up just in time to notice a terrified looking girl with her mouth half open flying through the wind straight at her and Violet. When Elektra got close enough Selina yelped and quickly and gentilely placed her Quidditch magazine underneath her chair. Melin forbid she lost her place in her reading or worse... it got torn and ripped.

Once that was taken care of Selina threw herself off of her seat and felt a gust of wind fly over her body who she could only assume was Elektra. When the coast was clear she stood up and shook her fist at Elektra, "You could have Bloody well killed me you numpty!"

Elektra wanted to say something but she had a feeling that if she did that the conversation would get no where so she just rolled her eyes. "Just wait until I get down there." She said and then scoffed. "Numpty...I'll give er a-" Just as Elektra was about to finish her sentence she stopped and her eyes widened as she was heading right towards a tree. She tried and tried to pull the broom in another direction but this broom wasn't going anywhere but right into the tree. "Oh, blo-" CRASH!!!! The broom slammed right into the tree and Elektra flew off of the broom and hit a huge branch.

Ok, pain was settling in now. Or was she internally bleeding? At this point all she felt was somewhat of relief to be off of that broom, but now she had to get down from the tree. Well she didn't think she wad too high up soshe could just drop down. Well she did and landed right her feet then rolled out from the landing and just laid on her back and she looks up seeing the broom dropping and Elektra rolled out of the way and the broom hit the floor and Elektra just looked at the broom then laid back on the ground.

This is the beginning of the Next Summer... all previous RP's here have ended

Sophie Skylar walked into her house after a long day of work at the Ministry. Everything that was happening with Borr was becoming too much. Now that he had fired Gina, Sophie's boss, she was beginning to worry that the Ministry would have troubles in the coming months. Sophie did want change, in fact she wanted Borr out of the Ministry along with all of his goons, but she feared the turmoil in the next few months would grow messy and result in widespread panic. That was the last thing she needed. However, if sides were to be drawn anything that did not support Borr Sophie would support.

She threw down her bag and sat in her kitchen alone. To make things more complicated she had two new guests who would become permanent residents this summer. Part of her was so proud of Selina for stepping up to the plate and providing for her friends in need, whilst another side of Sophie knew that she would have to deal with grief all over again. The children had both lost their father and Sophie herself was not good with grief. How could she provide for these children when she did a poor job herself with Danny? This was too much, but she was an adult. It would need to be done.

He really didn't know how to feel right now. He really didn't know how long it has been since he was alone with Sophie. Touching his stomach for a moment as he stood before Whitley Hall and then walked towards the door. Who would have thought Connor Draven, from all people, would be nervous to see her. Then again...they were best friends and could have been something more if it weren't for that twisted Jake Skylar!!!! He hoped to merlin that he wasn't there or there would have been a repeat of seventh year again. Standing in front of the door he ran his fingers through his hair and then exhaled out slowly and raised his fist to the door and knocked twice and took a couple of steps back hoping she would answer.

Sophie was in the midst of cleaning up her lunch in the dish washer when she heard a knock on the door. Wiping her hands on the towel that lay unused beside her she started to head toward her front door. Who would possibly be calling on her today? It was the middle of the week and daylight hours. If she was to have a visitor it would be at night or a planned day visit.

Then her spirits soared. Jake was coming home today from his tour in Bulgaria. He told her that he would be home the moment that he was done with interviews and she had not run her hands through her husband's sandy locks in one and a half weeks. They were deprived of some serious husband-wife time.

Her fingers slipped around the door knob and she opened the door, "Jake your..."

She stopped mid sentence and said shocked, "What are you doing here?"

The door opened and there she was and she looked beautiful than ever since he last her. He was about to say something and then she had to go and say that name that brought back bad memories. He shrugged it off and then just chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well that really wasn't the type of hello I was expecting, but ok." he looked down and then back up at her. "Well I needed to see if the rumors were true about my daughter hanging out with your daughter." He looks at the house and back to her. "Looks like my brother was right." He put his hands in his pockets. "Mind if I come in?"

Sophie crossed her arms across her chest as Connor Draven stood on her doorstep. What was he doing here? Why did he think that she wanted him here? They had been friends, best friends even until he had gone and done that the first day of there seventh year. Connor Draven was brilliant at burning bridges, but he had blown up the bridge between himself and Sophie.

She cocked her eyebrow expectantly at Connor as he searched for the words to explain what he was doing there on her doorstep- her and Jake's doorstep. Then he said some lie about wanting to see if this was the place that Elektra had spent the previous summer, "Yes, it is. But you knew that Connor, you forget we had been friends for years. So I know that your lying about what your doing here... what are you really doing here?"

"And no... you can't come in," Part of her wanted to let him in, for old times sake, but the other part of her was holding fast to her decision to keep him out.

He scoffed. "Still a fiery one aren't you?" yeah, she hasn't changed at all and to think Jake would have brainwashed her with nothing but lies, but then again he might have. It almost seemed like Sophie forgot about the good times Connor and her had when they first met during Hogwarts. It was clearly obvious that his feelings about her didn't change. When he was asked again why he was there he paused and then sighed. "I wanted to see you. Its been 17 years since I last saw you. You haven't changed one bit. You- You look good Phia."

Her breath caught in her chest when he called her his old nickname for her. She wanted to scream at him, but she could not find the words. Sophie pointed her finger at him and said, "D-don't you call me that. You have no right to call me that. And you have no right to be on my doorstep after what you said to me that day. After everything you said to me that day!"

She was panting now. Who did Connie... Connor think he was. He was the one who had ruined their relationship, not her. After the bomb had dropped that she was dating Jake she tried to fix things, but no they both had to fight. However, Connor had done the unforgivable that day. Jake had spent weeks afterwords apologizing to Sophie and Connor had never come once. Friends? He was joking.

"I don't have a right to call you a nickname that I always called you since second year?" Connor scoffed. "Look I honestly don't know what more you want from me alright? I admit that what happened between Jake and I was wrong." He sighs wanting to say something about Jake, but he knew that would just start up more trouble. "Phia I'm- I'm sorry. You know that I didn't mean any of what I said! You know that!" He quickly paused shouting that. He didn't mean to. Especially to her. "Phia..."

Sophie crossed her arms and looked down at the ground as she wiggled her knee caps back and forth. She could not believe that they had barely spoken to each other in over fifteen years and he was already yelling at her. It seemed as if he had not changed, had not learned that his offensive Pureblood mentality was not something attractive in any type of person.

Then he calmed down a bit and said her nickname. Her brown eyes looked up at him and she cocked her head to the side. She let out an exasperated sigh, "What did you expect Connor? You just show up at my house and we pretend nothing ever happened? We pretend that you've changed?"

Jake Skylar had just apparated on the grounds of Whitley Hall. He had a lot of work to do today when he saw his wife, most of which included making up for the lost time they had gained when he was away for work this entire past week and a half. It was these long stretches of time that made him ache for his wife and his presence.

He looked out the familiar lake of his home and smiled, it was nice to be home. As he started to walk to his home he saw Sophie on the front stoop of their home. The thing that was out of the usual appearance was a back of man who he did not recognize. He started to jog over to her to get a look at the man, "Babe, who is your visitor...?"

With dark eyes he looked at Connor Draven, "You."

Connor grabbed her arms and he looked into her eyes. The first thing that he noticed about Sophie when he first met her. "Sophie...you know that I'm always gonna care for you no matter what and Jake won't ever care about you the way that I still-" Connor paused and slowly turned around. well speak of the devil. "Skylar." He nearly hissed at him. "Well isn't this a nice reunion?"

Sophie gasped when Connor grabbed her shoulders. What did he think he was doing? They weren't seventeen anymore, they weren't friends anymore, he was not supposed to touch her. Especially because she was a married woman. He went on to say that he cared about her and that he still something, but he couldn't finish. Her eyes darted away from his when she heard the same voice that had caused Connor to stop mid-sentence. It was her husband.

"Jake," Sophie whispered.

Jake's eyes stayed fixated on Connor Draven who was on his property. "What are you doing on my property, Draven?"

His gaze averted for a moment to his wife who had just murmured his name. For a brief moment her eyes softened at the moment their eyes locked. But he shook the softness and looked Connor dead in the eyes, "Better question... why are you touching my wife?"

Connor looked around and then smirked knowing the next thing he was about to say might set Jake off, but hey. He could go for round two. "Well I was going to try to convince your..."wife" that she needed to leave you and come back with me, but now that you're here you can watch this in person." he chuckles. "Ah, I'm just kidding. I was actually just dropping by to say hello to your wife since you left her all alone because of your busy Quidditch schedule. My daughter never seems to stop talking about how much of a good person you are and quite frankly...I don't know how she thinks that."

Jake could feel his fists clench. Draven was really cruising for a bruising wasn't he? Hadn't he learned back in school that when it came down to a physical confrontation Jake always won. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was an athlete and Draven was not. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Draven hid behind his name and was a coward deep down underneath all of his talk. Whatever it was however Jake was done with him.

He took a step forward until he and Connor were face to face, "Watch what you say Draven. Remember she choose me and not you. If I recall correctly you were never even a consideration in her mind. You were the best friend... weren't you? I feel bad for your wife knowing that she is second best in your mind... So how about you get your hands off of my wife and get off my property?"

Taking the cue from her husband's words she wiggle out of Connor's grasp and backed away from the two men. She looked at her husband and tried to process all of his words. They were true. She had never felt any romantic feelings toward Connor and they had only kissed once but that was the end of their sixth year after Connor admitted his love to Sophie. She didn't know at the time how to let him down easily so she let him kiss her once, but then she left the room that they were in and didn't speak to him until the fight the following year. However, hearing Jake say everything so bluntly made Sophie ashamed. Poor Connor was still in love with her and she had never been in love with him. Maybe she could have been, but he had made sure that he ruined that after the fight when he called her all of those horrid names.

Connor looked at Jake and theb back at Sophie and he was quite frankly ashamed. That kiss they had must to have meabt something to her...right? His fist then clenched a little, but then he released his tension and turned his attention right to Jake. "So...how's that knee treating you Skylar?" he asked bringing back the fight at the end of seventh year. "You know I don't think we finished what we started." With that, Connir pulled out his wand and looked at Jake with his dark green eyes. "So lets finish this." He said coldly. Nothing would make him happier than to see Jake bleed again.

Sophie threw her hands up and stood between the two men who were starting to result to magic. This was the last thing she wanted to happen. In fact she did not want a confrontation between the two to have happened at all, but that was in the past. There was nothing she could do about what was starting to occur except step between them. It was just so much at once, "STOP! Both of you stop right now. I can't stand for this to happen again. Remember your scars... please just stop."

A Few Days Later

Selina was thrown off of her balance when the Portkey threw her, Eylon, and Chris out of its orbit. That was always her least favorite part of the transport, but she always did manage to land standing up because of all of her practice. She could not imagine how caught off guard Elyon and Chris were being that they had grown up in the Muggle World and had most likely never traveled by Portkey before, "Everyone alright?"

When she checked that they were all fine she started to look around to find her place on the property. Where exactly were they? Once she knew the answer to that question she could all get them back to her house and show them around. And then that meant that she could get them all settled in their new home. It was going to be a lot of work, but she knew they could do it. All they needed was a little bit of dedication to the cause.

"Alright, just give me a second I have to figure out where we are." Her blues eyes scanned the landscap for where exactly they were until she caught sight of her favorite part of their home...

She turned around to the two of them with a broad grin, "I know where we are... we're near the Pitch." Low and behold they were. A large and fully functioning Pitch was not that far out of sight from the three young teens. The sight always filled Selina with a warm and fervent glow.

Breaking her moment with the Pitch she cleared her throat and said, "Alright so we are near the Pitch. We just have to pass the lake and the garden and we'll be home in about five minutes. So let's head out. Grab all of the stuff you brought and we'll get you both situated." Without another word Sergeant Selina started to walk them for the next ten minutes past the lake and then past her mother's garden until finally they arrived.

She grinned broadly at them and said in an announcer's voice, "Welcome to Whitley Hall..." Then more sincerely and softly she said, "Welcome home." And there it was.

Carrying a tiny bag filled with all of his possesions, Christopher stared around in awe. He'd only traveled once by Portkey, and was thrown off balance by it. But boy oh boy, when he regained it, man was he in shock. He'd imagined Selina's house to be big. But this was, this was HUGE! It was breath taking! He silently followed TourGuide!Selina around the Quidditch pitch, staring at the huge thing. And he thought Hogwarts had a big pitch.

He walked on with her and his sister (who was also in complete shock at the humongous estate), past a not-so-little lake, and the most outstanding garden he'd ever seen, maze and all. This definitely trumped the little garden on the side of his house that he and Elyon had planted.

Stopping to take in everything he'd seen so far, he spun around, saying, "Selina..... This is..... This is amazing! You actually live here?!" still unsure about whether or not someone so small could inhabit such a large space. Seriously, this place was like a mini-castle.

They walked in further, until they reached the house. Christopher and Elyon's bags both cascaded out of their arms, and they stood staring at the house, jaws slightly ajar. He knew Selina would definitely be amused, but he didn't mind. This was what he was going to call home now. He actually had a home. A place where someone cared about him. And it was real. It was all real.

Selina was looking at her house with her hands on her hips as she waited for the two new residents to join her. She continued to stay put in this strong stance until she realized that no one was coming to join her. Where in Merlin's name were they? Did they get lost? It was then she heard the cascading sound of luggage boom behind Selina's head. She whipped her head around to reveal a very stunned looking Elyon and Christopher. In fact they looked quite similar to a codfish with the way both of their mouth's hung open.

After a few moments of silence Selina exclaimed, "Oi, you lot. Close your mouths or you'll get a fly stuck in it." Then she nodded to the pair, "Come on and follow me, I'll show you to the broomshed. Let's get going. That's where you all will be residing."

She led the pair behind Whitley and past a small tree. Behind the tree was a quirky shaped broomshed and a sign out front that said- The James'. Selina had spent quite a bit of time painting the sign with every little detail she could think of. It was their home that she wanted to be special for them.

"This," she motioned, "is your humble abode." She smiled at the pair and asked, "Let's take a look inside... shall we?"

The two were still staring at the magnificent house, until they were snapped out of their trances by Selina's impatient call. With a blush, Christopher scrambled to pick up his things and hurried to follow Selina.

The most curious little shed stood there, shaped in a very odd way. But Christopher loved it. He loved it so much, in fact, that he ran over to Selina and spun her around. "Selina Skylar! I can't believe you would do all of this for us! I mean it was one thing to take us in, but this! This is absolutely perfect!"

Calming down a bit, he said, "Thank you Sel. This means the world to us. It really does," he said gratefully, the smile on his gave still wide. He nodded and held the door open for the two young ladies. He stood next to an elaborately painted sign labeled, "The James'." Just looking at it made him feel at home already.

Suddenly with a gust of wind Selina was knocked off of her feet by Christopher James and was being spun around in a way that made her feel very uncomfortable. All the while while he spun her she yelled bloody murder. This was not fun for her, not at all. In fact the whole idea of being spun around made her sick to her stomach. High motion spinning gave her a headache, which was odd because it never bothered her on a broom.

Once he let her down she forcefully brushed a lock of red out of her face, "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again." She said with eyes peering into his soul. If she could look down at him, which was not possible with Selina's stature being five foot, she would have at that moment.

Brushing off the traumatic moment she said, "Alright then. Now that we've got that out of our system let's go and take a look in side shall we?" She then walked over to the door and pulled out an old fashioned key. Entering it in the door was the easy thing... the problem was always turning the key to open the door, "sorry, it's old so it sticks." She then, with a tiny bit of wiggling, opened the door and called behind here, "Come on in."

She flipped the light on in the house and said, "This is the living roomish thing for you two, Mum thought it would be nice to give you two a television... don't ask me why. Anyway to the left is the bedroom and the right is the kitchen. Go on and explore." She would wait for them here. It shouldn't take long, there were only three rooms.

Christopher laughed, not at all bothered by Selina's death glare. Usually it would've made him wet himself, she may have been short, but she was really scary when she was mad, but today, nothing could lower his spirits. It was all so much! Grinning over at the angry redhead, he simply smiled and said happily, "I'll keep that in mind," peering down, and poking her on the nose. At five feet and eight inches he easily towered over her.

Still ignoring the scowl she wore as she brushed herself off, Christopher watched with such excitement and she pulled out an old key. Sure, it might've been a little old, but it just gave the house more quirks, right? Right.

The fourteen year old couldn't believe his eyes as he entered his new living room. It was so..... nice. It just felt like a home. He wandered around it, taking in every knew detail. It was truly amazing. "Wow....... Sel.... I..... This..... Thank you," was all he was able to come up with. And at her other remark, he replied, "I think it's nice! I've never had a television before. And I love old retro films and black and white ones and all. Maybe we'll have to have a movie night one night...." he said, still sounding as if he were off in a dream.

As he moved into the Kitchen, the same expression flooded the Gryffindor's face. It was the most beautiful kitchen he'd ever seen. His hands were itching to test it out- he loved to cook- but knew it should wait. Plus he didn't want to spoil his appetite. Mrs. Skylar would no doubt have some big dinner to celebrate their arrival. He sat down at the counter before he felt a little hand tugging him along. A mess of sandy braids had disappeared behind the next door. He took once last glance at his so far favourite room of the shed, and followed suit.

In the next room, two neat beds sat in the middle of the wooden room, complete with many windows with a great view of the Skylar lake, two chairs against the wall, two ceiling lights, two dressers, and one little bathroom separated in two. He was really impressed with this house. He flung his tiny rucksack at the foot of his bed and kicked off his trainers, flopping down onto the bed furthest from the dresser. He sat with his back against the headboard, smiling up at the ceiling.

"Really, Selina. Thank you. This is perfect. I couldn't have dreamed of anything this wonderful."

Selina settled into their couch as Christopher moved all around the small shed with fluttering excitement. Everything he touched was like he was touching something electric, like a shock. Underneath her cool exterior at the moment she was really glad that he liked it. The house was small, but she knew that the two James' children would not have been able to live in the Skylar home. After all it would be too much too soon. The broomshed gave them their space while at the same time made them part of the family.

Speaking of the other James child, Elyon was walking slowly through the broomshed trying out everything slowly and hesitantly. It was like she was afraid or something of that kind of what moving into this house meant. But she would leave her alone for the time being. She was being quiet and had been since the funeral. It would be quite some time, she was sure, until Elyon was comfortable enough to speak and Selina would not push her.

Finally the Gryffindor fourth year came running back into the main room and thanking her for the wonderful house. Selina perked her eyebrows up, "Wonderful? This place? It's our broomshed. If you want to see wonderful you should go to Violet's house. My house is just nice and I love it, but this is just our broomshed."

"Are you kidding?!" he spluttered, unsure if she was joking or not. "This is the most perfect house in the world! I'd way rather have this shed than some huge mansion!" Christopher said, motioning to the shed around him. "Oh, er, no offense," he added with a blush, seeing Selina's raised eyebrows.

"Wait..... you think your house is just nice?" he asked incredulously, bewildered at her remark. "Didn't you just see my old house? God, I'd hate to know what you thought of it. Hopefully not too poorly of it......" he trailed off, thinking back at the night the four of them had spent at his little cottage on the southern coast of England, in his Muggle town. He thought they'd rather had a sentimental and fun time.....

"So let me get this straight. This is just a broomshed, your house is merely somewhat nice, and Violet's house is kind of big? Because of this is just merely nice to you, I'd like to see where Vi lives. Probably an enormous castle the size of Hogwarts, right?" he asked, rather bemused, yet not used to someone taking advantage of something so much without really appreciating it. It wasn't that Selina was ungrateful- she certainly wasn't. He just thought that she didn't fully see how nice she lived. Perhaps his home had been a very eye opening experience for her and the Hufflepuff.

Selina raised her eyebrows when he commented that he would much rather live her than in Whitley. But as soon as she did that he was sputtering out an apology that made her crack a grin. He was so gullible sometimes, then again Selina could not lie so she had no room to judge. As he started to become insecure about the state of his house she shook her head. He did not understand at all did he? That was sad that he didn't get it so she put her hand up to silence him, "I loved your place. It is much better than my house. You wanna know why? Because you see your house was a home, my house is just that a house. I grew up in a huge house with all of the amenities but my parents were never around. You had your parents around and your sister. You have no idea how lucky you were growing up."

Then she crossed her arms uncomfortably and laughed a little. That was deeply personal and she did not want to even talk about it, "Anyway yeah Violet's house is huge." When he asked what her house was like she shifted uncontrollably where she now stood. Should she be the one to tell him? No it was not time. Then again he did asked and he loved Violet regardless of where she lived, "Well you see Violet lives in a special house. Back about forty years ago in 2035 France was having a little, um, money issue. So they put Versailles on the market place. And her, um, grandparents bought it. So Violet lives there..."