[rhea marie sherwin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o315/X_Starclan_X/1ovb78-1.jpg); opacity: .5; -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; border: 10px solid #080808;] [style=font-family: times; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; color: 080808; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-align: center;]WHAT IF I SAY I'M NOT LIKE THE OTHERS? It was a bitter sweet feeling, walking down the ally to the broom shop. On one hand, her broom she had since she was eleven was gone, snapped in half due to a measly accident. However, on the other hand, she was in need of a brand new broom. A faster, lighter broom with the newest features. Then again, she was no broom expert, so she still wasn't sure how this little outing was going to end up. It was times like these she wished she had another witch in her family. She would have loved some advice and experience on a subject like this. Guess that was just one of the many disadvantages of being muggle-born. But Rhea knew those most all of those disadvantages all to well, yet had learned to love with them. Besides, she only had herself to blame for being all alone now. She could have asked one of her school friends to come with her. But that would have made her feel bad for taking them away from their families for the holiday, and she really didn't mind being alone, it gave her time to think. Still, she could have at least brought Rue along with her. Her favorite feline could easily have used the fresh air, as all she does when we are home is lay about and eat. Added with the tons of treats Aunt Lyn spoils her with, and Rea is left with one out of shape cat. As she approached the shop she couldn't help but remember the first time she was in that shop as newly made eleven year old who's life was just starting to make sense. It was one of her fondest memories in an otherwise tragic childhood. And when she opened the door, it was amazing how everything seemed to look the same. Sure the styles of brooms were different, but the layout...sure made her smile. Maybe this will be a sweet time after all she thought to herself as she started looking at the broom closest to her. Outfit [/style]

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[eli xavier farley]

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waiting to collide

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[style= overflow: auto; width: 245px; height: 355px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e; margin-top: -43px;]It was only fitting that a quidditch player would have such an avid fascination for brooms. Eli Farley had been a beater for the Ballycastle Bats for a few years now, but he still enjoyed a trip to Quality Quidditch Supplies just as much as he had when he was a boy. Having been born into a pureblood family, Eli could remember going to the very same store at a young age, when his brothers played for their house team. He would never forget his first broom: the broom that he had received on his twelfth birthday. Though he had begged for what felt like forever for a broom, his parents refused to give in until he was twelve since first year weren't allowed their own brooms. His grandmother had been the one to give him a Cleansweep Six and it had been his best friend until it practically fell apart from using it so much. His new best friend was, of course, his Firebolt. Still, he was always interested in seeing what new models were coming in, if any, or if there was anything else he could possibly get from the store. With his hands in his pockets, Liam's blue eyes were scanning over the various different racing broom models. The tinkling of the bell above the door caught his attention and he swiftly glanced over at the girl who had entered. A sense of familiarity swept over him and he knew that he must have seen her somewhere. The answer was more than likely: Hogwarts. For a moment, he watched her observing the broom closest to her. Had his grandmother been there, she would have slapped him upside the head and yelled at him, rather loudly, for staring. Eli wasn't usually so hesitant to go and speak to someone, but for some reason he was this time. After another moment of debate, he made his way toward the girl, standing behind her. "I wouldn't go with any of these, if I were you," he said, giving her a charming smile. Dressed in jeans, black snow boots and a black hoodie, Eli was a handsome young man. He wore a winter hat on his head and, as he stood there, he rubbed the stubble on his face thoughtfully. [/style]

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