15 Aug 2018, 03:09
Summer Daze
Hey fam. I haven't heard a reply or owl from you for almost a week. I hope you're doing okie. (*´∇｀*)
16 Aug 2018, 19:52
Summer Daze
yes sorry i've had some family problems recently but they're all cleared up now
"Well that's the thing," Clarke said, "muggles weren't always totally ignorant to us and when they did know we existed they were trying to murder all of us. They thought we were satanic and stuff. They would try to burn us alive or hang us." he shook his head, "That's why wizards care so much about how muggles see us because they would target us so much, especially in the past. Like I said they get scared, that's why large groups of muggles can't know about us. But even so muggle born parents, like your own, know about us right? When muggle borns first hear about us they usually picture pulling rabbits out of hats and stuff," he shrugged, "killing muggles isn't the answer, of course, but it's what they did to us too."
He sighed, "it's all over now though, so" he trailed off, "we won't have to worry about that anymore although my grandmother always said that there will always be people looking to be more superior than someone else. That's where problems start. When people want to prove they're better than someone else."
"There are some people who don't think muggle borns are real wizards but at the end of the day, magic is magic, it doesn't matter who your parents are." Clarke said.
"Well that's the thing," Clarke said, "muggles weren't always totally ignorant to us and when they did know we existed they were trying to murder all of us. They thought we were satanic and stuff. They would try to burn us alive or hang us." he shook his head, "That's why wizards care so much about how muggles see us because they would target us so much, especially in the past. Like I said they get scared, that's why large groups of muggles can't know about us. But even so muggle born parents, like your own, know about us right? When muggle borns first hear about us they usually picture pulling rabbits out of hats and stuff," he shrugged, "killing muggles isn't the answer, of course, but it's what they did to us too."
He sighed, "it's all over now though, so" he trailed off, "we won't have to worry about that anymore although my grandmother always said that there will always be people looking to be more superior than someone else. That's where problems start. When people want to prove they're better than someone else."
"There are some people who don't think muggle borns are real wizards but at the end of the day, magic is magic, it doesn't matter who your parents are." Clarke said.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
5 Sep 2018, 23:53
Summer Daze
I'm so sorry for both your situation and not being able to answer you. Senior year is literally going haywire, but I'm trying my beat to work on a reply!!
18 Oct 2018, 14:54
Summer Daze
Oh dear! I do hope everything is alright, friend. 
And i can't apologize enough for my absence.
So much is going on it's chaotic.
"Yeah, I get what you're saying," Amara sighed, looking at the small watch on her wrist. Suddenly, she gasped and stood up so quickly she almost made herself fall right on over. "Oh dear, I'm going to be late!" she half-shrieked. "I'll see you when school begins I hope!" With a quick wave, Amara hurried onward towards the hotel her and her grandmother were staying in. 'He was such a nice boy,' Amara thought. 'I really hope to see him again at school!'
Within the time, Amara finally came to the hotel and hurried inside, to the elevator, and up to the fifth floor. She was heaving for breath still as the elevator stopped and she stepped out. "Room 1070, room 1070," she repeated, hurrying down the hallway to the right door. She unlocked the door and stepped in, the smell of dinner and her great-great grandmother's perfume instantly filling her small nostrils. Relieved, Amara took off her jacket and threw it aside onto the small side table nearest the door and walked into the living room were sat the couch, the TV, and the dining table, which was set for two.
"Ah, there you are," spoke the small, stout figure of her grandmother. "I was wondering when you would return."
"Hello, Grandmother," Amara panted as she sat at one end of the small table. Ms. Harmony set down a pot of Lancashire hotpot in the middle of the table before sitting herself down. Momentarily, after prayer, food was set onto plates and was being eaten peacefully.
After a few moments of silence, Ms. Harmony questioned her great-great- granddaughter. "What did you do today?" Amara gulped down her serving and beamed brightly at her grandmother.
"I met a boy today!" she chirped. "Clarke Laredo. He was real nice to me and taught me a lot about the Wizarding world!" Ms. Harmony smiled as her granddaughter went on to talk about her day with her newly found friend. "I asked him about the blood status thing, and he said he was Pure-Blood-"
As soon as the last words left Amara's lips, her grandmother dropped her spoon in her bowl. Amara blinked in confusion. "Have I said something-?" she tried to question, but she was almost immediately interrupted.
"Don't you ever talk to that boy again, do you understand me?" her grandmother questioned in an angered voice. "Pure-Bloods are nothing but snobby, stuck-up, ruthless Death Eaters!" Amara gasped, her mouth hanging open, aghast.
"Surely you don't mean that!" Amara protested. "He was the nicest boy I've met, and trust me I've met a few in my days at Muggle school!"
"I mean what I said, Amara!" her grandmother stated, her voice raising to a louder volume. "Don't you ever talk to him again! Who knows what he might do if he knows you're Muggle-Born! You didn't tell him that, did you?"
There was an awkward silence, and Amara fiddled with her hands a bit. "I may have mentioned it to him, yes..." Ms. Harmony let out a wail and stood up.
"Take your bowl and go to your room and do not come out the rest of the night! You have endangered yourself, Amara!" The red head stood, but did not leave.
"I have not!" she shouted in anger. "He isn't a Death Eater! Voldemort is gone-"
"Don't say such a name in my presence!"
"-so what is there to be scared of??"
"YOUR ROOM, NOW!!"
There was again silence. Amara stood there, shocked. Slowly, she turned on her heel and went to her room, not even bothering to take her dinner with her. She shut the door rather harshly and locked it before she sat herself down on the bed. Her eyes were teary for multiple reasons. She knew Clarke wasn't a Death Eater. He hadn't insulted her for talking to him or for being a Muggle-Born witch. He had been so kind to her, so friendly... Surely it wasn't a mask...
Amara sniffled and wiped her eyes before throwing the blankets over herself and going to sleep unsteadily.
Leaves Scene
Owl me as soon as you can! I'd really like to continue building up on this!
And i can't apologize enough for my absence. So much is going on it's chaotic.
"Yeah, I get what you're saying," Amara sighed, looking at the small watch on her wrist. Suddenly, she gasped and stood up so quickly she almost made herself fall right on over. "Oh dear, I'm going to be late!" she half-shrieked. "I'll see you when school begins I hope!" With a quick wave, Amara hurried onward towards the hotel her and her grandmother were staying in. 'He was such a nice boy,' Amara thought. 'I really hope to see him again at school!'
Within the time, Amara finally came to the hotel and hurried inside, to the elevator, and up to the fifth floor. She was heaving for breath still as the elevator stopped and she stepped out. "Room 1070, room 1070," she repeated, hurrying down the hallway to the right door. She unlocked the door and stepped in, the smell of dinner and her great-great grandmother's perfume instantly filling her small nostrils. Relieved, Amara took off her jacket and threw it aside onto the small side table nearest the door and walked into the living room were sat the couch, the TV, and the dining table, which was set for two.
"Ah, there you are," spoke the small, stout figure of her grandmother. "I was wondering when you would return."
"Hello, Grandmother," Amara panted as she sat at one end of the small table. Ms. Harmony set down a pot of Lancashire hotpot in the middle of the table before sitting herself down. Momentarily, after prayer, food was set onto plates and was being eaten peacefully.
After a few moments of silence, Ms. Harmony questioned her great-great- granddaughter. "What did you do today?" Amara gulped down her serving and beamed brightly at her grandmother.
"I met a boy today!" she chirped. "Clarke Laredo. He was real nice to me and taught me a lot about the Wizarding world!" Ms. Harmony smiled as her granddaughter went on to talk about her day with her newly found friend. "I asked him about the blood status thing, and he said he was Pure-Blood-"
As soon as the last words left Amara's lips, her grandmother dropped her spoon in her bowl. Amara blinked in confusion. "Have I said something-?" she tried to question, but she was almost immediately interrupted.
"Don't you ever talk to that boy again, do you understand me?" her grandmother questioned in an angered voice. "Pure-Bloods are nothing but snobby, stuck-up, ruthless Death Eaters!" Amara gasped, her mouth hanging open, aghast.
"Surely you don't mean that!" Amara protested. "He was the nicest boy I've met, and trust me I've met a few in my days at Muggle school!"
"I mean what I said, Amara!" her grandmother stated, her voice raising to a louder volume. "Don't you ever talk to him again! Who knows what he might do if he knows you're Muggle-Born! You didn't tell him that, did you?"
There was an awkward silence, and Amara fiddled with her hands a bit. "I may have mentioned it to him, yes..." Ms. Harmony let out a wail and stood up.
"Take your bowl and go to your room and do not come out the rest of the night! You have endangered yourself, Amara!" The red head stood, but did not leave.
"I have not!" she shouted in anger. "He isn't a Death Eater! Voldemort is gone-"
"Don't say such a name in my presence!"
"-so what is there to be scared of??"
"YOUR ROOM, NOW!!"
There was again silence. Amara stood there, shocked. Slowly, she turned on her heel and went to her room, not even bothering to take her dinner with her. She shut the door rather harshly and locked it before she sat herself down on the bed. Her eyes were teary for multiple reasons. She knew Clarke wasn't a Death Eater. He hadn't insulted her for talking to him or for being a Muggle-Born witch. He had been so kind to her, so friendly... Surely it wasn't a mask...
Amara sniffled and wiped her eyes before throwing the blankets over herself and going to sleep unsteadily.
Leaves Scene
Owl me as soon as you can! I'd really like to continue building up on this!