Hang With The Dead(open)

[neigh]

Jane walked into the cemetery. She didn't have anyone in particle to visit. She never did when she went here. She just liked to come here to visit everyone and hang out with the dead. She didn't talk to them or anything she just hung around for a while. She saw someone knelt beside a grave. It was...

[calcetines]

Angel, with a lot of difficulty, had gotten onto her knees to tend to her paternal grandparents' graves. She could hire someone to keep them tended to, but that seemed oddly impersonal, and she enjoyed keeping them nice and clean. Angel placed her hand on one of the gravestones and brushed the dirt and debris away so the name "James Potter" was revealed. With an index finger, Angel began clearing out the filth in the engraved letters, so they could be more easily read. She noticed the girl that seemed a bit younger than herself, but didn't say anything, she was too focused on cleaning up her grandfather's plot.

[neigh]

Jane starred at her evilly. What was she doing with the grave? Was she pregnant or something? "What are you doing?" she asked in a stern voice. "Don't you know that graves should be left alone. It disturbers them when their not."

[calcetines]

Angel frowned at the girl that decided to approach her, her finger coming to a rest midway through the curve of the "s" at the end of "James." Who was she to decide that? Angel felt sorry for the people of the graves that were neither tended to be their families, nor paid to be kept clean by some one else. It really showed the true colours of their families. "My beliefs do not reflect your own on this," said Angel, continuing to scour the letters out. "It's really the only way I can connect with my grandparents now."

[neigh]

"Oh really. Well you might be able to connect with them here but I don't see why you would want too" she said mockingly. "When someone dies their not the same person they were when their alive. Their a dead monster."

[calcetines]

Angel did not reply, but instead feigned that she had not heard the girl. Her wand was up the sleeve of her sweatshirt (which she was no longer able to zip closed over her pregnant belly), and she could have it out in a heartbeat. Once she was satisfied with the condition of the headstone, Angel began placing flowers. She had brought red and white roses.

[neigh]

"Didn't you hear me?" she asked, angrily. "When someone dies their not the same person they were when their alive. Their a dead monster. A monster!" She stared at the roses she was placing. "Are you sure you want to give roses to a monster" she asked.

[calcetines]

"Yes! I am entirely certain!" Angel snapped, this girl had tested her far too much, especially since she had more than enough hormones for eight people pulsing through her from being pregnant. "But I do not think that my grandparents are monsters! James and Lily Potter monsters? The mere idea is absurd, and if you do not mind I wish to resume tending to their graves without further interruption!"

[neigh]

"Fine" she said, in her normal rude and angry tone. She started to storm off but then she turned around and came back. She swung her foot and gave her a large kick in the stomach. That would teach her not to mess with her.

[calcetines]

Angel managed to move so the girl's foot collided with her hip rather than her stomach, she had to protect Isaiah and Morgayne at all costs. If they were harmed while unborn, Angel wouldn't be able to live with herself. She watched the girl leave, ignoring her completely. If she tried that move again Angel would have her wand on her in a heartbeat.

[neigh]

Jane didn't care if she harmed an unborn infant or 2. Who would? She didn't think anyone cared about anyone els. Annoyed that the slutty girl moved away, she swung her foot too kick her again. This time she didn't miss.

[calcetines]

Angel snapped, she drew her wand and cast a curse that would cause Jane to feel as if shards of glass were pulsing through her veins, and make her cry blood. There wasn't a counter-curse, the effects would wear off after an hour. But that was sixty minutes of intense pain. Jane deserved it. Nobody kicked a pregnant woman and got away with it. Before the crazy girl had time to react, Angel was gone, she had to see the healer, to make sure that horrible girl hadn't harmed her sons. If she had, Angel would track her down when she was pregnant, make her have a miscarriage or something. She got to the bus stop with just enough time to step on the bus and have the doors close behind her. The bus drove away as Angel paid the fare. She held her stomach and silently cried all the way to her stop. When she got off, there was a familiar face in the crowd...

[neigh101]

It was Laura. She watched the women get off the bus. She had seen her once before but hadn't talked to her. That seemed a long time ago but also just a short while ago. Time had a way of being like that.

[neigh]

Meanwhile Jane stood in the cemetery. She was smiling. Their was something the girl didn't know. She liked pain. She liked it more then anything. She liked darkness, feeling, hurt and hate but most of all pain. She was so screwed up.

[calcetines]

Angel saw the girl, she looked familiar, but nothing was going to throw her off track from going straight to the healer. It would be unforgivable if Jane harmed either Isaiah or Morgayne, even trivially. Even if she didn't, Angel would hold a grudge against her forever. She made her way to the seemingly abandoned building, checked for muggles, and then simply walked through the glass of the front as if it were an open door, rather than something that would shatter if walked through.