{P} those empty threats ;; sam/sarah/jon/evie

[samuelcooper]

there will come a time, you'll see. with no more tears, and love

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DISMISS YOUR FEARS. GET OVER YOUR HILL AND SEE WHAT YOU FIND THERE.
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SAMUEL cooper was a pretty simple guy. He liked a lot of things, from chocolate, to just spending the weekend with his sister. He'd not seen her in so long that it was unreal, and he wished that he'd gone to visit her, because he missed her terribly, but he just hated his old house. He was glad that he got to move out of spinners end, it wasn't the nicest place to live. The kids there were all pretty distant. He just hoped that his sister didn't get mixed up in something evil. He only wanted the best life for her. Like, for her to do something good with herself. He hoped that one day she got out of Spinners end too. He'd have asked her to move in with him, but he didn't know if she'd be disappointed with the way he was living his life, and so he was too scared. He'd never admit that though, because he was a man, and being scared was kind of code for being weak. He was thinking about taking Evie with him though, and going to pick up his sister and take her out for some ice cream or something, so that she could meet Evie. He was sure they'd get along well. They were both pretty amazing people. Sam wouldn't admit it yet either, but he was pretty sure that he was falling for Evelyn, in almost every way possible. That idea scared him too, because he'd seen his parents fall in and then out of love. It seemed so fickle, and he didn't know if anyone could escape love without getting hurt. And he wasn't about to kill himself because he couldn't live without her. That would be terrible.

NO. He was actually going to make sure that his life was going somewhere. He was going to get out of the job he had, and do something worthwhile, something life changing. and then he'd be good enough for Evie in her parents eyes, and then, god forbid, he'd ask her to marry her. He'd already kind of bought the ring. It was stored back home in his drawer, whilst he deliberated the whole idea of it. He wanted to really think it through. Really. He wasn't the marrying kind, but he wasn't about to let Evie marry someone else. He was going to marry her before anyone else could. Because he cared too much about her already to let that happen. That had to be love, didn't it? But still, he was hesitant to call it that. Stupid, right? Thinking of marriage and not being able to admit that you were in love? Well, Sam wasn't the most logical of people, and so that was kind of just perfect for him. Anyway, it was his job that he was here to do today. He was in the shop earlier when he heard someone order a box of chocolates to be sent up to the Dalton house. Of course, with a chance of seeing Evie and getting paid at the same time, he took the order straight away, and took the box right out of his boss's hands. The poor boss had never seen him so excited about the prospect of work. But it wasn't work that he was excited about. He could see Evie.

SAM turned on the spot and soon the Dalton estate materialised in front of his eyes. He turned around to admire the sun, and the view as well. You could see Hogwarts from here. It was amazing. He grinned to himself and stretched his back a little, before craning his eyes up at the Dalton home. It was a nice one, very big, but he didn't think he could live there. He preferred a smaller house. Less cleaning to be done, and all that. Besides, what was the point of having several empty rooms, when you could make do with one extra guest bedroom. He preferred small houses, much more cosier than the giant echo filled house that Evie must have lived in all her life. He shrugged to himself and whistled a little tune as he stepped up toward the door. He heard a noise behind him as he reached the doorstep, however, and turned around to see who was there. "Evie?"

[/color] he asked, as he turned, although he had no idea why he thought it was her. That was a bit random. He just associated this house with her, he supposed. But it wasn't only her house, was it? No.
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[/color] ; samuel, sarah, jon, and evie words on the page[/color] ; 758. name that tune [/color] ; after the storm by mumford and sons. watcha say ; ima cry. that's my prediction. whatcha wearing[/color] ; click for outfit. credit[/color] ; emma of ach.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[sarahlestrange]

What could they possibly want of her? If there was one thing that Sarah hated, it was people thinking that you would drop whatever you were doing to go and do what they wanted doing. Fortunately this situation had a large price tag attached to it and she'd be able to retire ten years earlier than her current plans stated. Six little syllables were all it would take. Sarah had been planning to go to a fashion show in Paris and intended to go earlier so she could see all the preparations, but how were the Daltons to know that? It didn't benefit them and so they wouldn't have cared even if they did know, unless she was able to get them some designer dresses that nobody else would have.

The whole thing had already been planned, or at least the main body of it. Sarah would be in charge of removing a threat to the family and that was all she had been told. It had been quite obvious that it would be a person and she had been under the impression that a few excellently placed memory charms would do the trick. Upon her arrival at Dalton Estate, she found out that wasn't quite the case. There couldn't be any chance of him returning and resuming his relationship. Why did they doubt her ability? She had been the head Obliviator at the Ministry of Magic! Now she was running a ward for permanent spell damage. Sarah could use the killing curse but she hadn't prepared herself for this. "Styx is going to go with you to make sure everything goes to plan." Styx! Sarah could handle talking to him as a weird sort of friend, but actually working with him? That would talk a lot of patience and she wasn't well known for being patient.

Stepping outside into the garden, Sarah mentally recited what Clifford and Maria had told her. 'He'll be delivering a box of chocolates from Honeydukes. I want him dead before he reaches the front door.' That was simple enough, wasn't it? All she had to do was stay unseen and mutter two words. "Don't mess this up Jonathan. No matter how influential you are, you don't want the Daltons annoyed with you and neither do I." She didn't personally care if they were annoyed at Styx, that was his problem, it was herself she was concerned about. A crack broke the silence of the estate and Sarah watched as he started walking towards the grand house. She hesitated as he spoke one word. Evie. This was the girl that was training in the same place that she worked and she was about to completely change her life. Her parents didn't even know for certain if there was anything between the two people, but apparently that wasn't a chance they were willing to take.

This post was written by Vicky as Sarah Lestrange. The lyrics are from Pearl by Katy Perry and the images are of Eva Green. The post was written for Samuel Cooper, Jonathan Styx and Evelyn Dalton and is 480 words long. Sarah is wearing this outfit and I'd just like to add that .

[jonathan anthony styx]

This is all an illusion

What do you take me for?

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A frown was on the face of Jonathan, he was highly annoyed, he'd been called out to the dalton's house for some reason, sure he hadnt have anything important going on but he was annoyed he was needed to help with something so stupidly small, he knew exactly what was going on, one of the dalton adults had got a bit worried about someone one of the girls was dating, he had biggeer fish to fry then some teenage fling, but he had to keep the Daltons happy because they had money and influence which meant a lot. He stood there silently listening to the Dalton's talking to sarah, he'd already been told what he'd need to do, he just had to make sure it all went tickety boo because obody was really sure they could trust Sarah, he trusted her but there was a certain amoutn of doubt in the air.

After she'd been informed he followed her out into the garden. "Im not the one who's got to kill him, i've just got to make sure you do your job properly and kill him, so you worry about yourself, it shouldnt be that difficult" he answered then he heard the boy, jon watched as the boy said the girls name Well at least we know its him Jonathan thought, the least they needed was to kill the wrong person. He looked at Sarah, she wasnt doing it, why wasnt she doing it. "Go on!" he said, every second that kid was alive the bigger the risk got, or at least that's how he saw it. She was taking too long, grabing her wand off her, he pointed it at sam. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

It makes no difference what i do
for you.

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Comment: it is done.
Lyrics: A Pistol To My Temple - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Credit: Me

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[samuelcooper]

there will come a time, you'll see. with no more tears, and love

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DISMISS YOUR FEARS. GET OVER YOUR HILL AND SEE WHAT YOU FIND THERE.
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PEOPLE always said that your life flashed before your eyes, when you knew you were about to die. That wasn't it, for Sam, really, although he'd never been one to do things by the book. He just got everything. Like, all these puzzle pieces were out of place, and when he saw the raised wand, they slipped into place. Like some sick spell. Absolute clarity. Maybe that was all she was going to do. He understood that he, the player, had been played like a good one. Her family had been entertaining him when they were nice to him whilst accepting orders. He'd thought that they were glad of his choice to become one of them. He'd only done it really, so that he could be seen as worthy of Evie in their eyes. The only eyes he really needed to be seen worthy in was Evie's though, and he only realised this now. But he had to go and try and get everyone on side, because he didn't think that he was worthy of anything that Evie gave him, nor of her presence in his life. She was special, he could tell. She just had that perfectly extra-ordinary vibe about her. LIke, she didn't quite fit in. Like, she wasn't understood by the ones who thought they were close to her. Sam understood. Sam felt that. His entire life, he felt that he was a little bit out of joint, just like those puzzle pieces. But it only took one thing to make them all fit right into place, and he had the sneaking suspicion that he'd found that one thing. He could finally be whole.

SAM could barely catch his breath. He was so scared. He didn't want to die. Sam had so much in this life that he'd never truly been thankful for. He had so much he wanted to do. He was going to atone, for one. He was planning on mailing every girl that he'd spent the night with and then left whilst they were sleeping. He was going to apologise. Sort of an 'I have seen the light' sort of thing. But he truly meant it. He was sorry. Each girl had brought something new to him though, although there were three girls in his life that brought more than anyone else ever had. The first. His sister. Alia Cooper was going to do great things. His job was to make sure of it. And here he was, going to fail at the only job that mattered with her. She'd brought him happiness, when he couldn't find it anywhere else. It had been her that had hushed him, and told him that everything would be ok, after his dad died. He thought that was his job too. He failed again. And then there was the second girl. Isabella Dalton. He had told her he'd always be there to look out for her. He'd told her he'd kick Byron's ass. He'd told her that he'd never let her feel alone, and that he'd always be there for her when she needed him. And so he failed once more. All these broken promises were filing through his mind, each one more painful than the next, because there was the third most important girl, who he never wanted to leave behind.

SAMUEL Charles Cooper was in love. And it took him this long to realise it. "I don't want to die!"

[/color] he almost begged, his voice breaking and tears falling down his cheeks. He'd told himself he'd never cry again. Another fail. He would never have made a good seer. He was totally off. He had so much he wanted to do! So much he had planned! He was going to get a better job, he was going to get a decent house, he was going to sort his life out and actually do something worthwhile. He never planned on working in Honeydukes for the rest of his life, that was rubbish. He wanted to be able to say ‘I did something worthwhile’. He didn’t want to go through life delivering chocolates and taking abuse from customers. That wasn’t in his life plan. Although, neither was dying before he reached his nineteenth birthday, or before he sent his girlfriend a valentines card, (which would be the first one he’d ever sent.) or before he got the chance to tell her, and everyone else, that he loved her. He wanted to marry Evie, he wanted to be a father, and be a great older brother, and watch out for Izzy, and kiss every inch of Evie's face, and tell her how he felt. His hands searched his pockets, quick, but his wand wasn't there. He must have dropped it. What bad timing. That was just typical. wasn't it?

"EVIE!"[/COLOR] he yelled loud as he could. It felt like so much time had passed, and yet, it was only moments. Probably seconds. Everything was slowed down for him. He turned and bolted for the door, managing to hit the doorbell once. He heard it echo through the halls of the house, and he was glad that someone knew he was there. "EVIE I-"[/COLOR] he yelled, but his sentence was cut short, as those words, those words interrupted what was going to be Samuel Charles Coopers last words on the planet. His body slumped against the cold wood of the door. It was empty. He was gone. Evie! I love you.
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[/color] ; samuel, sarah, jon, and evie words on the page[/color] ; 906. name that tune [/color] ; after the storm by mumford and sons. watcha say ; ima cry. that's my prediction. whatcha wearing[/color] ; click for outfit. credit[/color] ; emma of ach. one last thing. last sam post. RIP. </3[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[VICKY !?]

Sam had so much more ahead of him, so much potential to make an impact in this very flawed world. This was his first year out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he was already condemned to death before his first Christmas as a true adult. Turning seventeen was all well and good but it didn't make you feel like an adult when you remembered you had a piece of homework to do that was already late. Who was she to decide when his life came to an end? She was a healer, she was supposed to be making people's lives better, not cutting them short. The career change had only been made to benefit the Nex Domino but it seemed like a small price to pay to heal people when she knew the information she fed them got people killed. It was almost her way of making up for her wrongs, curing those that would otherwise have to spend the rest of their lives in the hospital.

Jonathan's voice dragged her back to where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. What would she do with those extra ten years of retirement? Knitting? What was so good about that pot of money waiting for her that encouraged her to kill this boy? "Jon, he's just a kid..." He was getting closer and closer to the door, there wouldn't be much time. It was now or never. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she prepared to speak the curse before Sam spoke. "I don't want to die!" She couldn't do this. This wasn't who she was. Sarah Lestrange was not an assassin for the Nex Domino or for anyone, she was a detective of sorts. She found out what they wanted to know and then her involvement finished. She had no place in this war, she didn't have a side. Killing this innocent boy would make her a member of the Nex Domino. She didn't want that.

Jon wasn't so sympathetic. Within moments her wand had been snatched out of her hand and she knew what he was going to do. Before she had a chance to stop him, he'd yelled the curse. Sam bolted for the door and pressed the doorbell before the flash of green light drained the life from his body. The children would probably be home for the holidays, except perhaps the older ones who had left Hogwarts. What if one of them opened the door? Would their parents realise something had gone wrong and stop them? There was a corpse propped up against their front door, that would really make their day, wouldn't it? Sarah snatched her wand back and shoved it into a pocket of her cloak. "It doesn't at all bother you, does it?" She wanted to disapparate but that wouldn't change what had just happened. She needed to at least see the door open so someone found him. It would probably be easier on them if they hid the body and pretended he'd disappeared, but the children were lied to enough as it was. They deserved to know the truth. For once.

This post was written by Vicky as Sarah Lestrange. The lyrics are from Pearl by Katy Perry and the images are of Eva Green. The post was written for Samuel Cooper, Jonathan Styx and Evelyn Dalton and is 527 words long. Sarah is wearing this outfit and I'd just like to add that it's Christmas!

[jonathan anthony styx]

This is all an illusion

What do you take me for?

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Jonathan's hands had been secretly shaking ever since he had taken the wand off Sarah but he didnt process what the boy had said untill he'd done it. It only made him shake a bit more, he put his hand's in his pockets not wanting to show a sign of weakness, he'd grown up in a life where if you show weakness you may as well just kill yourself there and then. "He was just a kid" he said after he'd done the deed, he didnt like kid's but he didnt hate them, if he could turn back time he'd deffinetly consider it, but he knew if anything else would have happend it very could have been him and Sarah that ended up dead.

"Of course it does but would you rather it be you!?" he asked looking at sam for a moment then looking back at her "We need to get rid of the body and get out of here, and when they ask, you killed him, not me" he told her gathering his thoughts together, there was a reason he'd used her wand instead of his, partly because he was sure the nex domino would check her wand to make sure, and partly because if he was accused his own wand was perfectly clean. Jon stood there looking down at Sam, not seeing Sam but seeing a younger version of himself, he'd been a bit of a troublesome teenager, drinking, partying, having a different girl every week, what if that had happend to him when he was younger.. Nobody would even have cared. Jonathan felt his face twitch slightly then he took his eyes off the body and let out a deep breath. "I can trust you to at least hide the body cant i?"

It makes no difference what i do
for you.

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Comment: MERRY CHRISTMAS! and poor sam.. BUT IT'S CHRISTMAS
Lyrics: A Pistol To My Temple - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Credit: Me

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[sarahlestrange]

"This morning I'd have said no without a doubt. Now I'm not so sure." Sarah didn't want to die, of course she didn't, but she didn't have as much going for her in life as Sam could have done. She'd had almost thirty years of life, that qualified as getting old to her. Sam was only just starting out and they'd killed him before he'd even been given a chance to fail in achieving his life ambitions. He would never marry the woman of his dreams and watch his children board the Hogwarts Express for the very first time. He would never go to a school reunion and see how well the geek squad turned out. He would never do anything now and it was because of them. It wasn't just Jon, it was her too. He'd cast the spell but she had planned too, wasn't that just as bad?

"Err... yeah, sure. Whatever." Sarah could never have guessed how much she'd have been affected by this. She'd thought it would just be like getting information; do what you've got to do and then collect the money. This wasn't something she'd forget about in a hurry, the body slumped against the door with a face of fear left an image in her mind that would stay there until she died. She didn't much feel like talking and wasn't paying complete attention to what Jon was saying. He said something about getting rid of the body, to which Sarah nodded, unable to remove her eyes from the front door. "Yeah... I'll deal with it. Don't worry." After Jon left, she took one last look at Sam before waving her wand once more a the doorbell to ring it before disapparating.

This post was written by Vicky as Sarah Lestrange. The lyrics are from Pearl by Katy Perry and the images are of Eva Green. The post was written for Samuel Cooper, Jonathan Styx and Evelyn Dalton and is 289 words long. Sarah is wearing this outfit and I'd just like to add that it's Christmas!

[jonathan anthony styx]

This is all an illusion

What do you take me for?

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"Don't think about it, thinking is the worst thing you could do right now" he said knowing that if she thought about it the kid's face would haunt her nightmares for a long time afterwards. He knew from experience. It was enough to drive anyone insane, maybe in a way Jon had gone insane years ago he did often wonder why the hell he was behind a desk in Hogwarts instead of doing something he wanted to do, something exciting.

"And close his eyes for gods sake" he said looking at sam, he could feel the eyes staring at him, even if they were lifeless he didnt like it. "Ok, you make sure you do because it's your neck on the line" he said putting a hand on her shoulder before walking away. He had done what he was told to do, it was time to return to Hogwarts before someone got suspicious, that and he needed an alibi in case the ministry did come knocking.

It makes no difference what i do
for you.

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Wearing: Outfit
Comment: MERRY CHRISTMAS! and poor sam.. BUT IT'S CHRISTMAS (also tiny post, sorry)
Lyrics: A Pistol To My Temple - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Credit: Me

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[evelyn marie dalton]

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She had no idea how long she’d been sat in the same room. Time in the Dalton Estate often appeared to drag by much more slowly than time spent in other places. Time spent at Hogwarts had also shared this quality, at least, in her opinion. At least she managed to escape her parents there. Not that she had much choice in the matter anymore. The adults were taking it upon themselves to create a distance between them and the children. Which was mostly fine by her, she had no wish to be interrogated about rumour or to be the subject of inquiry as to personal details of her life. Not that she had a problem sharing most information. That was probably regarded as a flaw - she did speak her mind quite often, something that never went down well with certain individuals. But since when had she ever been worried about what other people thought of her? Up until recently, she was just viewed as one of the Daltons, dare she say it, the innocent Dalton. And she was perfectly content to let people keep these misguided impressions of her, and allow them to believe whatever they wanted. But now, she did care what people thought of her. Well, she cared what one person thought of her. This exception came in the form of the boy she had been dating for what seemed like years. It wasn’t that she was a romantic and therefore had a tendency to exaggerate, but it felt longer than it had been, because she was not used to relationships of this duration or calibre.

She’d come to realise, slowly, that there was something different about this boy. He wasn’t like the others she’d dated in the past, because firstly, she considered them to be real dates. There was more feeling behind them then with any of the previous. And surprisingly, having feelings other than lust towards men was not as negative a thing as she had imagined. There were no complications, and she had ignored all the risks of getting hurt. Something about him, and the situation, made her feel that he was worth taking risks for. She’d never told anyone about the way she felt, for fear of being ridiculed, but even she could not deny the feeling getting stronger. The thought of losing him was almost as bad as one of losing a sibling. And it scared her. She’d never been so scared in her life. But she’d never been as happy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by noise from downstairs. Not immediately because she hadn’t been listening to the sounds of the house around her, as normally they were closer to depressing than interesting. However, the sound of a familiar voice distracted her from her daydreams. It was him. Her stomach seemed to jump, and fill with small butterflies from the mere recognition of that tone. Grabbing a cardigan from the nearby wardrobe, she pushed the door aside and walked through the dreary hallway, practically rushing to the door as she did so. But then, the noise suddenly changed. She could have sworn that there were other people standing outside of the house. She could hear raised voices, although she struggled to make any of the words out. Deeming it a simple matter of people passing by, she shook her head and continued with haste to reach the front door, although if she had been thinking logically, she would have instantly thought it weird. The house was in the middle of an area where only one other building could be seen. Anyone else would have spent time to consider these oddities, but she was overcome with her own demanding nature. She wanted to see him. This came before any other thoughts, unwise, perhaps, but she no longer felt a need to ponder things. What was the worst that could happen? After all, they were perfectly safe in her house. Not comfortable, perhaps, but there was very little risk involved.

Her eagerness soon delivered her to the door, whereupon she waited for a few seconds, to allow herself to catch her breath, and a short time to regain her self-composure before taking hold of the door handle. Pulling it open in one swift arm movement, she could not have prepared herself for the speed at which it happened. As her eyes fell on the face of the boy, her eyes widened in horror. Had she been thinking reasonably, she would not have reacted in which she did, but the situation was far from reasonable. Suddenly the worst cry she had ever heard filled the air. She was confused for a few seconds, until it dawned upon her. She was the one screaming. She’d done it as soon as she’d seen him. Scrambling to the floor, she reached for his hand, desperately trying to console herself. He wasn’t. She had to be mistaken, this was just a stupid joke. He couldn’t leave her. He said he’d never do that. Still clutching at his cold hand, she could not stop the tears from falling, as each one glistened in the light coming from the doorway. Still unable to let go, she crawled across the floor, her desperation becoming more and more evident with every movement. Still the tears fell, her eyes growing steadily more red, as no more noise came from her mouth, but small sobs. Her other hand reached for his face, hardly daring to touch it. It was just as cold, just as lifeless.

“You can’t do this.”

[/color] It had meant to sound strong and demanding, like she was, but it barely came out as audible. It was just as sad and pathetic as the body lying before her. “You can’t leave me,”[/color] she continued to sob, evidently trying to convince herself more than anyone else. “Please, Sam.”[/color] She let his hand drop to his side, brushing his face with the side of her hand. She felt nothing, just like he wouldn’t. Except he didn’t have to cope anymore. He’d left her alone, without a word of explanation, without giving her the opportunity to tell him anything. He would never know how she had felt for him. She had been too damn stubborn to admit it to him, and never had she regretted a decision more. “Please don’t be dead, Sam.”[/color] It was this moment, that she realised that he was bleeding. Quite badly, in fact, for her actions had led to her being covered in his blood also. The dark liquid seeped into the white material of her new shirt, something that she could not care less about. Burying her head in his chest, she seemed resigned, although the tears never stopped. If she had been crying loudly, it might not have been as bad, but her small broken sobs were far more pitiful. “Please,”[/color] she repeated, her devastation slowly consuming her. “You can’t die, I never said it. I wanted to.. but I was scared.”[/color] She sniffled quietly, as she rocked her body slightly, as though hoping to comfort herself. “My stupidity stopped me from telling you what you wanted to hear. I was too late. All because I was scared.”[/color] The tears still falling, she made one final plea. “I love you, Sam. I loved you. So much.”[/color]
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