mother fucking arc 11

NEW FUCKING YEAR BITCH ASS HOES WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOOOOOO

The Silvas were gathered at the train station, chattering amongst themselves. Again, this year only three of the four children would be going on the journey to a faraway boarding school to learn how to become proper wizards: Jared, Josiah, and Matilda. Jared, being the eldest, did not enjoy his mother, father, and younger siblings "cramping his style" and, after a brief farewell, headed off to see his friends to engage in mindless "who did you fuck this summer?" chit-chat.

The topic of conversation between now-thirteen Josiah and Matilda was much more innocent and slightly more cliché: "how was your summer?" followed by a lengthy story of what they themselves did. However, they decided to stay with their parents and younger brother, Isaiah (who was not quite old enough to go on the mystical journey of exploring oneself in all sorts of ways at Hogwarts), as their friends had not yet arrived and there was no way the two were to hang out together or sit in compartments looking unpopular and alone.

Libby yawned. Her early-morning jog hadn't done all that much in terms of giving her energy, and today was her day off. She was ready to go home and go back to sleep, and as such, wasn't exactly dressed to impress. Her sleeves were short, showing off her buff and muscular arms, and she simply had on shorts, which displayed her nice calves. She didn't even think about how she looked or what impression she made; she had an excuse to be casually dressed every once in a while.

"God, I'm tired." Libby accentuated this comment with another yawn, looking around the train station. The only people she had yet seen were those fellows her eldest son had run off with (and her own family, of course).

"Why don't you go on home, then?" Matilda suggested, tapping some sort of tune on the trolley handle with her fingers.

"I like seeing the train leave!" Isaiah piped up, grinning. "It's so cool. I want to be riding on it some day!"

"You will be, little buddy, you will be," Josiah murmured, messing with Isaiah's hair and receiving a giggle in return. It was annoying how happy and peppy Isaiah could be sometimes.

"Hey, Josiah!"

Zach ran up to his friend with a wide smile. Zach had his growth spurt over the summer, and his arms were tanned and covered in freckles. They didn't see each other much that summer. They had written a couple times, and once Zach invited over to Josiah's house, to play video games. It was Josiah's first time playing Call Of Duty, and it was very amusing for Zach to watch Josiah get frustrated over the "stupid Muggle rubbish." Zach thought he secretly enjoyed it, though.

The two of them immediately started chatting, and exchanging a couple of hugs, before Zach turned to see Josiah's mother.

"Oh!-Err," Zach suddenly found himself rather tongue tied. Honestly, he did not expect Josiah's mom to look like the ways he did. He imagined her to look more like Matilda-rather awkward and tall, her features not quite fitting around her face. Here, she was muscular and fit; a woman where you can tell she takes pride in her appearance.

Zach reached out, and shook Mrs. Silva's hand, introducing himself. He licked his lips. If Mrs. Silva looked like this, then maybe it was possible for Matilda to end up looking like her. This definitely opened up many doors.

"Hello, Zach. It's nice to meet you." Libby's grip was tight, but she looked him in the eyes and smiled like she would to a patient. Outwardly happy, inwardly... not so much. Could Zach BE any LESS obvious? Libby was disgusted just the way he even looked at her.

Neither Matilda nor Josiah suspected anything. They just thought he was intimidated by how buff she was or something ridiculous like that. Isaiah was staring at the Hogwarts Express, wide-eyed, and even though he had seen it several times before, it never got any less awesome.

There were the two Astor-Rosensteel children, who had been there for at least an hour. Their mother had dropped them off and said goodbye early- she had some kind of errand to run.
Dianna looked rather chipper, there with her suitcases and the like, and a cage for her little owl. She was looking around for Audrey, or perhaps even Anthony, as she had something rather important to speak to him about.

A tall woman and an adolescent with facial features almost identical to her own bursted through the barrier hand in hair. The child looked less like a daughter of the woman and more like the woman herself from the past.

Yes, da baddest bitch Summerfield had known since Jennifer's birth that she took after da baddest bitch, but somehow during the summer this had gotten even more true. Jennifer's chest was beginning to become a little more than average for her age, and already she was starting to get taller. Her long, straight black hair was painstakingly styled to look like she didn't try but still did at the same time. But their similarities ended there.

da baddest bitch was perfectly content to get high grades, and lived up to her (adopted) family's high expectations. Even if this came with severe melt downs when she got a grade that to most was average, it was worth it in the end when she was top of her class. But Jennifer... even though she was just starting second year, she was growing distant from her mother.

Jennifer claimed her mother set ridiculous expectations, and she should be content with Jennifer the way she was.

Jennifer hugged her mother tightly, refusing to end the summer on a bad note. Letting go after a minute, she began surveying the station for friends.

A few moments after the Summerfields had arrived, Audrey was just being dropped off by her parents. She looked around for a minute, for a friend, but once she saw Dianna, her face broke out into a grin. Audrey ran over as fast as she possibly could with trunk in hand.

"Hey! You've grown!" She clasped Dianna's hand, and squeezed. "How are you?! I hardly saw you all summer."

The Browns and Fannings had decided to arrive together. Derek, who had begun working out that summer, had become to his father's height. His calm eyes were shaded by black hair which he refused to let get cut (Running away for the night then coming back in the morning to show his stubborn-ness), and he had a smug smile to show his pride. Clearly he'd had a very eventful summer. Cameron, who felt certain that it was a new year and he WAS going to be able to befriend Lucy, had a rather nervous, forced smile on his face resembling a grimace. He kissed his mother on the cheek goodbye (Closest he's ever gotten to a girl, by the way) and hugged his father. "I'll send you guys a letter monthly," he said politely, with a nod. He turned to Immanuel, and the two left together.

Leah, who had gotten at least four centimeters taller that summer, had grown out her fine dark hair past her elbows. It curtained over her left eye naturally, and was acting as a shawl on her shoulders. She developed a lovely caramelized tan upon her skin, and her dark eyes gleamed with fresh eyeliner contouring them. It was very well applied, as she had practiced almost every day of the summer. The upper lid was slightly thicker than the lower, and suited her quite well. She hugged both her parents, placed her long fingers on her trolley and went off.

Brian, the only boy with vivid blue eyes looked excessively awkward. He still had the height of a ten year old, if not less, and looked rather disappointed he had let Mrs. Cruise near his head. His hair was rather shorter now, except for the front, which was spiked upwards awkwardly, thanks to his oldest brother Derek. He didn't exactly look any older, but his shocking eyes had a more calm look to them. He then turned to his younger cousin, Trenton, glad not to be the youngest starting at Hogwarts.

Trenton, who already happened to be the height of Brian, had a more smug look to his face, his wide lips twisted into a clever smile. "So. I will FINALLY be entering that train. Tell me more, Brian! Tell me more about Hogwarts!" he demanded, looking at his cousin with a frightening stare. His brown hair was messy and unkempt, but he managed to pull it off cleanly either way. He was already in his school uniform, for some reason, too.



The Conways arrived, Natalie closely followed by a small girl with the exact face as Natalie, only lazier eyes shaded by huge round glasses with thick brown frames. Her blond hair fell over her face in unbrushed fashion to her ribcage, and she stood stiffly and formerly in a knit sweater and knee-long skirt. Amber, the tallest, had her own soft dark blond hair pulled behind her ears with a clip, and tumbled down her back gracefully. Her chestnut eyes were designed fashionably and made her look even more glamorous than she already was. She had a busting chest clad in a small tank top and shorts, and some sandals to top it all off. Then there was Natalie. Natalie, unlike both her sisters, was cursed with her father's mane of brown vicious curls that seemingly engulfed her head, and fell to the top of her neck. She had attempted to put in a headband in her hair, unfortunately it jutted out awkwardly from the thick, stubborn curls. Her own chestnut eyes eyed around anxiously, searching for both of her good friends. She had a small sunburn hitting her cheekbones and nose, looking like a never ending blush. She was wearing a short, baggy, floral dress in pale blues and whites.

"I'm doing very well, thanks, Audrey. How are you?" Dianna asked, smiling. "I got an owl.. Finally. How was your summer, good? Make any other friends?" She had grown taller the slightest bit, although she hadn't noticed- she was more concerned about her lack of breast growth. After all, her mom being who her mom was, she was bound to have something. Alas, no.


Meanwhile, Caroline had pushed her way all the way through the rabid extended families, and through to Matilda. "What's up!" She yelled, hugging her friend. "This is awesome. Seeing everyone again.. The only downside is homework."

Leah strolled over to Matilda and Caroline, and looked at them both. "Hey, y'all." she said in a purposely creepy Southern accent, and smiled proudly. "Even though I saw you two so much this summer, HOW ARE YOU TWO DOING!"

Matilda hugged Caroline back. "Hey, you two. You wanna go get a compartment? The station's starting to get pretty crowded."

Hold on go find one, I Have some business to take care of. And then Leah disappeared.

Immanuel followed behind his family, his once well kept, short hair now resembling his father's, long and barely brushed. He was wearing a tight black and blue striped shirt, which showed off that even though he was rather skinny and lanky looking, he had rather well shaped abs. He quickly keeled down to fix his shoelace, mumbling to himself how though they looked could, Converse were not loyal to the wearer. They always seemed to untie in crowded situations, like the station.

The entire way to the station Immanuel was rather down. Trenton the menace would be going to Hogwarts. How many teachers would be asking Immanuel if that thing was his brother? How long would it take until one asked him to tutor Trenton? Just the thought made him shiver.

Combing his fingers through his hair, Immanuel took a breath and hugged Robin and Clyde, before making his way towards Cameron. "Dude, it's already packed. We ought to go get a compartment while we still can."

"Let's go. It'll be quieter on the train.. And maybe we can buy some early sweets from that lady. I'm starved." That was a lie- Her mum had stuffed Caroline with more food than usual, but she still had room for sweets. "It's like I have a second stomach.. Oh, bye, Leah. What's up with her?"

"Oh, not really. But it's kind of hard to make friends in the summertime. But, let me tell you. Josiah and Sammy have been unbearable all summer." She stood up, laughing. "Do you want to get on the train now, before everywhere else is full?" she suggested.

Cam nodded. "I need to ask you something," he said, looking up at Immanuel anxiously. Usually when he looked anxious and gave somebody direct contact, it was either he didn't want to ask or say something, or that he was sincerely nervous.

Immanuel shrugged in response, "Alright, shoot it." He started to make his way to the train, expecting Cam to follow.

The Vainglories were present, having a cute little goodbye session -- the three of them, that is; such a public show of familial compassion was beyond Mildred -- of their own. Wallace was purposefully paying very little attention to the surrounding crowd as to avoid catching any unwanted eyes.

Amanda, on the other hand, was straining to see the other eyes. Those gray, harsh eyes that had a spark of warmth and compassion just a week ago.

[wtf dog it was like in like march]

Could she?

[oh.
well.
who cares ]

She would, and she could. Her eyes landed on her pray.