[center] [img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Blake%20Bedegraine&name=Are%20You%20Freakin%27%20Serious.ttf&size=70&style_color=8A2BE3[/img] [img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/3e5dbd8e743cc3c756cc07f50769c97a/tumblr_ment33bfD51qgawlzo1_500.gif[/img] [/center] [color=blueviolet]One Day Ago. . . [/color] [hr] [color=blueviolet]"I said I don't want to see him!"[/color] the blue-eyed girl yelled, causing some heads to turn and mutter unheard words. [b]"Blake..."[/b] said the man who stood before her, a scowl on his face. He was perhaps the only one who wasn't fazed by the girl's sudden outburst. He'd expected it. [color=blueviolet]"Why would you even bring me here? I'm not staying."[/color] she said, anger and a touch of fear were clear in her voice. She reached into her hoodie and withdrew her wand, but the man accompanying her was quick and grabbed her wrist firmly. [b]"Just listen to what I have to say."[/b] he said, releasing her after a moment. Blake gave him a glare, telling him with her eyes he had about two point five seconds to explain himself, or she was going to break something. The man adjusted the collar of his shirt and sighed briefly before continuing. [b]"You need to see him Blake-"[/b] [color=blueviolet]"Like hell I do!"[/color] [b]"So that you may move on."[/b] he continued, right through her interruption. Blake's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. [color=blueviolet]"I already have."[/color] she said, her voice was low and angry. [b]"Your reaction makes me think otherwise."[/b] [color=blueviolet]"We've already established I don't give a shit what you think. So, can we leave?"[/color] The man shook his head and continued on. [b]"As much as I don't want to see my brother, I'm here because I think it'll be good for you... to talk to him."[/b] [color=blueviolet]"Good for me? Are you bloody insane!? He's literally the bane of my existence!"[/color] she told him, her voice raising even more. A few security guards stirred in their posts and looked towards the two. The man, Blake's uncle whom she hadn't seen in years, quickly waved to them to let them know he had things under control. It was a lie, considering Blake didn't even have control over herself. [b]"Do you remember what you told me a few days ago?"[/b] [color=blueviolet]"That I hate your guts?"[/color] she asked, rolling her eyes, knowing full well what he meant. [b]"That too."[/b] he said with a light chuckle. [b]"But no... I mean about starting over. You told me that you were looking to start over, right?"[/b] [color=blueviolet]"Yeah, so? What's your point? That doesn't explain why you've dragged me to this bloody hell hole."[/color] she complained, crossing her arms. [b]"You told me that you were ready to start a new life. Not many people get that chance you know. Though by... [i]questionable[/i] means, you've gotten yourself a ticket to America. This time tomorrow, you'll be there, and then what are you going to do? Just because you leave this place... your home... it doesn't mean the demons you've made here won't follow you."[/b] Blake's face fell, and for a moment she looked so lost that her uncle wanted to take back what he'd said. He wouldn't though... because it was true. [b]"Whatever you need to do to free yourself from this pain you're carrying 'round, [i]this[/i] is the [i]last[/i] chance you'll get to do it. You owe it to yourself... and to your mum."[/b] Blake was silent for a long moment, but you could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, and her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Her uncle was worried at her silence, and so he placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him. he saw the look of fear in her eyes, and he knew what she was thinking even without her having to say anything. [b]"I'll be right there with you. Not only that, the guard will be there as well. You'll be protected, so you've nothing to fear."[/b] Blake looked into the eyes of her uncle, finding the comfort she needed. [color=blueviolet]"But... Uncle Barren, what will I...? How can I even speak to him after all this time?"[/color] [b]"Don't think too hard on it. What you want to say will come on it's own when you see him."[/b] he said, smiling and hooking his arm around her shoulders. [b]"Come on then."[/b] The two of them had to go through security then, a process Blake paid little attention to aside from the fact they'd taken her wand for safety purposes. She resisted only a little, though since her uncle was an Auror, he got to keep his as they made their way through the prison. The large castle was just as big on the inside, and it seemed anyone who strayed from the lit halls would find themselves absorbed by the darkness. The shadows seemed almost... alive, as if they were watching everything and everyone. By the time the pair, accompanied by two more security wizards, had made it to the visiting area, Blake had forgotten the winding paths they'd taken from the entrance. It was clear she felt uneasy, as the way she firmly gripped her uncle's hand showed she was uncomfortable being there. The room they had entered was, thankfully, well lit, unlike the rest of the place. On one side sat two chairs, and on the other was one. Though at first glances it appeared that there was no space between them, at certain angles, one could see a brief bit of light from the invisible barrier that separated the chairs. "How much time do you need?" one of the wizards asked. [b]"Ten minutes."[/b] her uncle answered. When they received the OK to enter the room, Blake went in first. Before she even sat down in her chair, the sound of the metal door closing behind her had filled the room. As the one behind the pair closed, the one in front of them opened, somehow connected so that only one door may be open at one time. With a deep breath, Blake plopped down into her chair, crossing one leg over the other and looking to her uncle who sat down next to her. With a sigh of his own, he looked over at Blake and gave her a look, about to say something but was interrupted by a familiar voice. [i]"Well now... look what the Dementor dragged in."[/i] A chill went down Blake's spine once she heard his voice. Her father emerged from the darkness on the other side of the door, accompanied by security on either side as they led him to his chair. His arms and feet were shackled, the former connected to a belt around his waist. As he approached, Blake couldn't help her unease, as she seemed to retreat more into her chair, wishing she could just melt into it and vanish. Once the man was settled into his chair, the wizards backed off, but didn't leave the room, but stood guard far away by the door they'd entered from. A long silence passed and Blake had kept her eyes down, not sure what to say or do. Seeing him so close made her unsure of herself. [i]"I know it's been a long time, but I imagine not long enough for you to forget your manners, Blake."[/i] her father said, ending the silence. At the sound of her name, she looked at him and he gave her a look that read: "I'm waiting." [color=blueviolet]"Hello, father."[/color] she said after mustering all her will to keep her voice steady and unwavering. He nodded to her with a small smile before glancing over at his younger brother. [b]"Bardrick."[/b] [i]"Barren."[/i] The short exchange between the two brothers held their own tension, and it was almost palpable in the air of the room. [i]"So... to what do I owe the pleasure. I must say, I never expected anyone to come for me, saying I had a visitor no less."[/i] [b]"Yes, I know. You must have been [i]so[/i] busy rotting away in that cell of yours. We'll keep this brief so you can get back to that."[/b] her uncle Barren said. [i]"Please do."[/i] her father responded, his tone sharp as if he were irritated. If he was, however, he did a good job of not showing it. [b]"Blake's going to America. She leaves tonight. I brought her here so she could see you before she leaves. There's no telling when she'll be back. You may just die before she does."[/b] [i]"You mean to tell me you came all this way to bid farewell? Well, I have to say I'm flattered, but a letter would have sufficed."[/i] [b]"Perhaps, but I wanted to see how you looked unshaven, so there's that."[/b] her uncle said. Her father looked unamused by his brother's sarcasm, and so he looked to Blake. [i]"What about you, my darling? Don't tell me you've missed me."[/i] he cooed. She frowned. [color=blueviolet]"I'm happy to see you."[/color] she said, sitting up in her chair. [color=blueviolet]"Tatters and chains is such a great look for you."[/color] she said, her eyes glaring at him. He returned her glare, saying nothing in response for a long moment. When he did speak, it was preceded with an annoyed grunt. [i]"So, what did you do?"[/i] [color=blueviolet]"What are you talking about?"[/color] [i]"Come on Blake, I know you better than you know yourself. Barren said you're heading to America. Why?"[/i] [b]"She was given the opportunity to transfer to Salem."[/b] [i]"I see. Funny thing is brother, we both know the UK holds plenty of the top ranking wizarding schools in the world. Blake's smart enough to get into any one of 'em, which means she'd have no reason to transfer to America. You say it like it's some great feat, when I know it's only because she fucked up her chances to get into anything better."[/i] he paused and looked at Blake. [i]"So let me ask you again. What did you do this time? All those little pranks you like to pull are not enough to get you into too much trouble, so I'm guessing you did something big. Big enough to get you expelled and ruin your chances into getting into a better school. See, you forget who you're dealing with here."[/i] he said, leaning back in his chair and cracking a devilish grin. [i]"It's my blood that runs through your veins, and you know what that means. That means you're powerful and dangerous and you like to fuck shit up. So I'm thinking you went farther this time. More than you're little pranks. So... what did you destroy? Who did you kill?"[/i] Blake's anger boiled over then and she lept out of her chair, her fist smashing into the invisible barrier between them as she attempted to get at her father. Her uncle was out of his seat a moment later, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. [color=blueviolet]"I'm not like you! You're a murderer!"[/color] she screamed at him, allowing herself to be pulled back by her uncle. [b]"Blake! Calm down."[/b] he said firmly. [i]"You're wrong, my little princess. You are [b]exactly[/b] like me... and it's beautiful."[/i] Blake glared at him and balled her hands into fists as she stood before him. [color=blueviolet]"I hate you! You've ruined me! You've taken everything from me and left me with nothing but this body that I can't even look at anymore, let alone love!"[/color] [i]"I've made you stronger. I've given you something no one else could have given you."[/i] [color=blueviolet]"All you've left me with is pain!"[/color] she yelled, pounding on the barrier with her fists, doing little damage in the process. Her uncle took a step away then, allowing her to do as she pleased. [color=blueviolet]"All this time I've been so angry at you and I've taken it out on other people... I've been letting you control me even from in here. Now, I'm leaving. I'm going so far away, you'll never be able to control me again! You'll rot in here, alone and knowing there's no one else in the world who loves you."[/color] Her father tilted his head and smiled wider, as if he were so proud. [color=blueviolet]"My only regret is that I didn't get a chance to kill you myself."[/color] she said, turning and storming away from him, her heeled boots tapping loudly as she did. Her uncle went to stand before his brother and he sighed, shaking his head. [b]"Ditto."[/b] Blake banged on the door and waited as the loud turning of gears signaled that the door was opening. As soon as she could squeeze through, she slipped out into the hall. Her father stood from his chair, the small smile still on his face as he turned and went his own way. [i]"One of them may still get that chance..."[/i] he said to himself as he stood by the guards and waited to be returned to his cell. [hr] [color=blueviolet]Present Day[/color] [hr] Even with everything that had happened during her first hours in America, Blake couldn't stop replaying that memory over and over in her head, thinking of things she should have said instead of blowing up like she did. The past few days had not been the best for her. Between packing for the move, visiting her father, jet lag, and the stalling of the ride to her new school, Blake was on edge and just about ready to blow her fuse again. Thankfully everyone around her seemed to ignore her as she stretched out on a couch, taking up the entire length of it so no one could sit there. At least there seemed to be no one in the mood to meet a transfer student, and that was a good thing. Anything was bound to piss her off at this point. Not that she cared, but apparently something had happened and students weren't allowed to go too far from their current location... which she assumed was the lounge of course, and so everyone around her started mumbling and inquiring about what happened. Some students immediately left the area and went to go get food, and that was a good idea, but Blake was only wanting to rest at this point. Reaching up, she brought the sunglasses that were perched upon her head down and placed them over her eyes before she put a hand over her mouth to yawn. Had she not been so worn out, she would have completely disregarded the warning of the teacher not to venture out, and gone on her own to explore the school. Being in an American school for the first time was quite exciting in its own way. The only thing more exciting than that, was that no one in the school knew who she was. She could be whoever she wanted to be. A popular bitch, a nerd, an introvert... the possibilities were endless. Though honestly, she was feeling way too lazy to think on them all. So for now, she'd just be Blake.