quiet {vivian}

[sawyer]

Sawyer stuck his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, staring down at his feet as he walked slowly down the path which connected Hogsmeade to the Hogwarts gates. For once, it wasn't raining, though the ground still remained soft and muddy. Really, it was probably the nicest day they had had this year, there was even a slight break in the gloomy overcast, allowing a few rays of sunshine to trickle onto the ground where it hadn't been seen since October. But Sawyer couldn't really enjoy it much. Arielle was still gone. He couldn't bring himself to believe that she could be dead, something told him that she would prove to be stronger, that she still wouldn't have given up any information.

Though that meant she would be tortured day in and day out... Sawyer suppressed a shudder. He hated that she wad gone, hated that he didn't know what was happening to her, or if he would ever see her again. He loved her deeply, being without her was worse than being without the sun. Sawyer exhaled heavily, tipping his head back to look at the sky's half-gloom. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, though Sawyer was about as interested in going to the village as he was in finishing his neglected Transfiguration homework. But the walk was doing him some good, letting him clear his thoughts under the newly emerging foliage of the trees that had been dormant since autumn.

Sawyer absently popped his knuckles, directing his gaze back down to his sneakers as he continued on his walk. He was probably getting close to the village, which meant he'd turn around and head the other way to continue his walk. Though he was not meant to be completely alone as he heard the sound of footsteps. Sighing lightly, Sawyer looked up to see...

[vivian]

{(I PROMISED I'D NEVER SING OF LOVE)}

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It was a wonderful day, at least to Vivian it was. It had been about a month now since her daughter had surprised them all and sent her into an early labor. It had been a horrifying thing to go through an a very painful thing as well. But, it had been worth it in the end. Her daughter, Celosia, was simply her everything. Her baby girl had inherited her father's light brown, borderline blonde hair. Her eyes were a bit of a mix of the werewolf mother and her friend, having a bluish-green color to them. Celosia was still considered smaller than most other infants her age, which concerned Vivian faintly, but she tried not to worry over it too much. Being born two months early, the girl hadn't exactly reached her full growth and it would take some time to get her to the average size.

As the werewolf pushed the stroller that held her daughter, she did her best to keep the ride smooth. She was going to meet Lexi halfway down the road so they could have a nice walk together, just the three of them. It would be nice to do so, especially since Vivian had been running all over the place. Now that she had her child, she had to worry about both school and taking care of her daughter, which was not an easy task. She was still trying to get use to the time-turner she had been given, the long hours of the days wearing on her a bit, but she was gradually adjusting to the complicated schedule. As she walked down the path, she glanced down at her sleep daughter, smiling faintly. The baby girl was dressed snugly, having a number of layers on to keep her warm. She had a pink, long-sleeved onesie on that had a little unicorn on the front. She was wearing matching pants, some footsies that Lexi had bought and a little sweater. Not to mention she had a blanket wrapped around her as well to made sure she didn't get the the slightest chill.

Really, ever since Celosia had been born, Vivian had changed. Her fully joyfulness and playfulness had returned. She smiled just as much as she had before the attack if not more and her moods were just overall better. As she continued on, watching as her daughter slept, she failed to notice that there was a bit of a pothole in the path ahead. So, without even realizing it, the front right wheel of the stroller fell into the hole, creating a rather large bump which shook Celosia awake. With a whimper, the little girl awoke from her nap, fussing loudly to make it clear that she wasn't happy about it. "Oh, baby girl. I'm sorry."

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{(BUT DARLIN' YOU ARE)}

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[/color][/font] Sawyer
LYRICS;:[/color][/font] The Only Exception - Paramore
MUSE;:[/color][/font] 9/10
STATUS;:[/color][/font] Finished[/size][/left]