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Sept 7, 2018 15:10:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2018 15:10:39 GMT -7
Diana exited Merlin’s Mystical Museum of Magic, cloak held closed to protect against the wind. It was a sunny day for once, after several days of rain, but that didn’t make the November afternoon warm. All the leaves on the trees had changed color and most had fallen from their branches, announcing the approach of winter. Despite the cold, the street was bustling, folks taking advantage of the sunshine to run their errands. There was a couple next to Diana, discussing many of the antiques that resided in the Museum. Another pair walking past was discussing an article from the latest issue of Witch Weekly. A mother with her young son listened to his rambling about one of the Professional Quidditch teams.
The young woman, turned to the right, heading down the street. As she walked she raised the hood of her cloak once more to hide her face. No one paid any mind to the look, since many others were dressed quite similarly. Once she was about a block away she pulled a cellphone out from her pocket, checked over her shoulder, before sending a quick text. The phone disappeared as quickly as it’d appeared.
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cara june bainbridge
HOGWARTS ALUM AUTHOR PART TIME CASHIER AT FLOREAN FORTESCUE'S ICE CREAM PARLOUR PART TIME EMPLOYEE AT SPELLBUCKS
279 posts
played by Colin
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Sept 20, 2018 21:50:40 GMT -7
Post by cara june bainbridge on Sept 20, 2018 21:50:40 GMT -7
@diana 11.09.2024 The book writing slump was back in full force post-Halloween. Cara felt like she had exhausted all of her ideas for the time being, the little scraps of notes and ideas she had been producing since graduation all neatly lined up in a sort of timeline next to her manuscript draft. Those she had yet to use had a place of their own as well; a trashcan next to her desk, alongside printed out copies of the story thus far that had failed to encapsulate positive reactions from readers. The current stall was because the characters in her story were going on a weekend trip, a happier time before she ripped them apart. They were never supposed to be together, of course, and giving her made of couple fond memories before the end was an excellent set-up in her opinion. If only their real life counterparts would follow in unison. Cara had tried to ignore Kinsey for the most part over the summer and since school had started up, so there was no way to draw from her sister’s love life currently. Forcing herself to go on a weekend getaway to Wales was though.
The story went that the characters would find themselves in a sleepy Welsh town. Cara followed a few online guides suggested for young couples and ended up in Caerleon. On her own of course. She couldn’t think of anyone to invite, if they would even go in the first place, and getting away from her parents and on her own for a weekend wasn’t going to be the worst thing in the world. Her first stop was the bed and breakfast she was staying at and once her bag was dropped off, Cara followed the owner’s directions to the closest coffee shop. She wanted to immerse herself in the local shops; to understand what people here were like and how they lived. Doing that in just two days was highly unlikely but not impossible. The only thing that was preventing her from coming back more often was her wallet, or lack thereof. This trip was the straw that broke the camel’s back and unless she wanted to skimp on Christmas gifts for the family, it would be the last expense for a while. At least until the book was published.
After sitting in the coffee shop she had been directed to for what seemed like hours, Cara splurged and got herself another cup for the walk back to the bed and breakfast. She had forgotten to bring mittens and the wind had been picking up considerably in the last hour or so. The coffee would perform its job expertly on her journey. Welcoming the warmth in her hands, Cara stepped back outside, remembering again what the weather was really like. Why hadn’t she come here during the summer? Sure there were tourists then, but so was she. Hovering in the doorway to the coffee shop to acclimate herself once again, a shiver went through her body with the most recent gust of wind.
Deciding it was now or never, Cara stepped out from the cover of the shop and onto the sidewalk. It was busy enough that she had to dance around a couple people, balancing her coffee cup expertly so as not to spill it. She didn’t make it too far before having to stop for a larger group to pass by her, her eyes wandering between the other shoppers passing by her. The glimpse of familiarity that shot through her when her eyes fell on one of the strangers heading towards her had her doing a double-take.
Her curiosity impeding the flow of traffic, as she tried to process everything. Even behind the hood and the tightly pulled cloak, she couldn’t mistake her sister’s eyes. “Diana?” she swallowed, the name of her twin sounding foreign coming out of her mouth. It had been close to five months since she had seen her, after all.
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Dec 20, 2018 19:18:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 19:18:50 GMT -7
Cara stood in Diana's path, unseen until uttering Diana's name. The cloaked girl stopped walking, deathly still except for her head, which raised just enough to reveal her eyes from under the cloak hood. That gaze, difficult to read any emotion from, met Cara's. Diana, though being a Metamorphmagi, was sporting her natural look, the one that bore the most resemblance to Cara.
"Cara." Diana finally spoke, her voice quiet. "What are you doing in Wales?" She asked quickly after her first utterance of Cara's name. "How has everything been?" she added after another moment. Those the words were casual in nature, they remained rather quiet, too quiet for anyone passing to potentially overhear.
(sorry for how short it is!)
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cara june bainbridge
HOGWARTS ALUM AUTHOR PART TIME CASHIER AT FLOREAN FORTESCUE'S ICE CREAM PARLOUR PART TIME EMPLOYEE AT SPELLBUCKS
279 posts
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:31 GMT -7
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Dec 31, 2018 11:33:42 GMT -7
Post by cara june bainbridge on Dec 31, 2018 11:33:42 GMT -7
@diana 11.09.2024 Over the last few months, Cara had thought about how she would react upon seeing her twin again. The outcome that appeared more often than not was accompanied by fury, an anger that had been bubbling in her over the last six months because she had been left out of whatever Diana’s great secret was. She didn’t like being forgotten like that. It wasn’t fair. The probing questions by their parents, always asking her at odd times if she knew where her sister was. Her response was two-fold; no, she did not know where Diana was, and if she did know and her sister wasn’t up to being found, then she wouldn’t tell them anyways. What any of them did once they were out of the house shouldn’t have mattered anyways. They had graduated from school and were legal adults. Diana’s business was her business, but Cara would have liked to at least been given some forewarning that she was going to up and disappear.
“For work…I’m here for my work. Doing some research,” she responded just as quietly as Diana had been with her. Cara wanted to ask the same question but found herself unable to, mostly because if she hadn’t been important enough to tell about the last half a year she wasn’t going to be now. “Fine. Everything has been fine,” she added, nodding her head a little bit as if to convince herself that it had been. Her work on her book kind of sucked but at least it was being worked on now, instead of sitting in a pile of notes on the corner of her desk. So compared to that, yeah everything was fine. “Mum and dad have been worried, you know…you didn’t leave anything behind and that uh, that concerned them a lot.”
She wanted to mentally slap herself. She was starting to get whiny sounding, probably exactly how Kinsey sounded to her all the time. But she wasn’t Kinsey and this was with Diana, who knew her better than anyone else in the family, and Cara liked to think it was the same way with her. Stepping forward, Cara put her arms around her sister in an awkward sort of hug, unsure if it would be reciprocated or not. “I missed you.”
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