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[savemymetaphors-blog]

Sage was sitting on the hood of her car with music playing from the stereo and seemingly nowhere to go despite school being out for the day. A big part of her didn’t feel like going home right now so the next semi familiar face to cross her path was caught by the girl’s voice, “Hey! You have anything to do this afternoon? I’m bored out of my mind but I don’t feel like going home.” The pout on her lips was dramatic but so was almost everything about the tiny cheerleader. 

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Sage was a looking a bit under the weather, tired more than anything likely. She tucked a piece of her long hair behind her ear as her knees tucked up between her seat and the desk, she was tiny enough to fit perfectly curled up with her chin resting on top of the crease and her handwriting scribbling across the paper. Her phone kept buzzing inside of her bag and she tried to ignore it but it was near impossible, suddenly she was grabbing her notebook and shoving it into the messenger bag that she carried before slipping out of the empty classroom and through to hall to beeline towards the door as her phone met her ear. “Daddy, I’m not having this conversation right now. I didn’t want to see what I did but no one can change that after the fact, just let it go and let me figure it out, let me focus on school, I’m begging you,” she pleaded quietly but her voice cracked a bit and the normally well composed girl looked exhausted and frazzled. 

[metallicrival]

myheart-ofgold

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What was there to say? What was there to say when Silver spotted Gold in Goldenrod city. Not much, really. But they found themselves uneasy over having seen him after such a long time. It was of their utmost interest, among other things, to avoid Gold after Victory Road but with Johto being where both their journeys took place, it was important to the two of them and they were bound to occasionally cross paths.

The real problem was more, what to do. There was a part of them that wanted to see what became of their rival and the Elite 4, as well as his life in general but it was really none of their business to begin with.

Instead, Silver stayed where they were, over-thinking the situation entirely while watching Gold continue on his way. Wait. Was this cowardice? To be afraid to show their face... when before they would have outright challenged the other upon first glance. Gh... It gave Silver a pang of anger. This was ridiculous.

"Gold!..." They called out curtly, standing as tall as they could. At least if they had a brief exchange then Silver wouldn't have to hold it against themselves later.

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     " --- everyone keeps talking about the new Hobbit movie, so, in all honestly, does the movie live up to the hype? I wouldn't want to waste -- my -- um, time."

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    The Hufflepuff couldn't sleep, it was like sleep was a boy she fancied and kept chasing after only to be repeatedly turned down. But unlike sleep boys were not essential for the human body to work properly -- unfortunately sleep was. She yawned, having made her way to the kitchens, beginning to cook herself some brownies in a very muggle fashion. As she beat the batter together she heard a sound, stopping she stood as still as possible. 

                            "Who's there?"

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      Alba had followed the sound of piano notes, Gramps had canceled their rehearsal today, or had forgotten; she wasn't quite sure which. In any case she had heard the notes and felt compelled to follow them. Music held a special place in her heart, right between people who made her laugh and chocolate. Peeking her head around the corner she cleared her throat, as if not to scare the woman. "That was lovely."

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 --- Shit, she thought. What an inopportune time to visit that past 

   Alba titled her head a bit, baggy robes hanging off her slim frame in an unflattering fashion. Luckily she and Madam Malkin had develop an agreement once she began attending Hogwarts regularly; that as long as she paid for the robes, at one point or another, she was allowed to borrow as many as she liked. Unfortunately the pickings had been slim this time a year, but Alba was grateful for the little that she had been given. It took her a moment to realize that she was in Diagon Alley, somewhere she hadn't been for several years -- not that she didn't want to -- but she wanted to discover the muggle portion of her for awhile. 

     Coming from two muggle-born wizards it sometimes felt like she belong in this wizarding world at all, but there was no time to think of that now. Alba entered the masses, weaving through the crowd until she came upon Three Broomsticks, ducking her head in she promptly ran into a stranger -- all she saw was ginger hair before she hit the ground --

         --- "Sorry -- about that -- I was, um, distracted." She said, rising to her feet. 

[tonyquintan-blog]

Don't you hate it when you're really attracted to a straight guy?