SirensCall

Not All Is As It Seems

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No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

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The Siren's Call [Ignore post count]

CRAVING:: High School Drama with any combination of these pairings, and some can be combined into one pairing. Best friend's sibling x best friend Popular x unpopular Jock x nerd Bad boy/girl x good girl/boy Best friend x best friend Popular x New student

We Found Love

Alice wasn't quite sure how to react to anything anymore. Her life was turning upside down even more so than it already was, and it was all thanks to the Ministry of Magic and their new, ridiculous law about marriage. Most of the people she knew that were her age and were unmarried that were in a serious relationship had gone to the Ministry and announced that they were to be married within the next year so they wouldn't receive the letter that was now sitting on her table staring her in the face. She needed to open it, but Merlin knew she wasn't ready to.

She brought her fingers through her long chocolate colored locks and allowed her eyes to fixate on the envelope before her before she finally broke down and opened it. Her older brother, the only person she had left in the world was sitting there almost equally as anxious as he opened his own. The remaining two Tearstone siblings lives were about to change indefinitely.

The letter was almost all too haunting.

To Miss Alice Leigh Tearstone:

As we are sure you are aware, the new law of the Ministry of Magic is that all witches and wizards over the age of 18 are to marry before the end of a year's time. Most of these letters have taken the better part of a month to get out because, here at the Ministry, we are looking to find those who are most compatible together to help move our future forward in a bright sense. We have taken into consideration many things in regards to your perfect match sure as lineage, school records, job status, and other important facts about you. Today marks your first day of 365 to get married to the person we have matched you to, and hope that you will find the silver linings in this.

Your match: Oliver Wood.

Thank you for your time, and remember, we will see you soon, as in three months we have a required meeting with you and your spouse to be.

The letter itself was rubbish, but Alice felt the letter drop from her hands when she read the name. Oliver Wood, The Oliver Wood. The one who once played for Puddlemere United but changed to a Quidditch Instructor after the war. That surprised her to the high heavens.

"Why her?" her brother groaned loudly. "I got Angela Marks. I hate that woman with a blimey passion. She threw me down the stairs our first year at Hogwarts together."

"I thought you and Angela were a thing once." Alice quipped, but her brother, Erik, gave her a look.

"We were until she said I wasn't cultured enough, that Quidditch ruled my life. I am no Oliver Wood mind you!" he said, and Alice looked away. "Who'd you get anyway?"

"Oliver Wood." she replied, reluctantly and he snatched the letter from her hands and laughed loudly.

"Oh, my dear sister of mine. I hope you can handle him!" He said, as amused as could be. She put her head in her hands.

"Just because you are on the Falmouth Falcons doesn't mean that you can laugh at me for having a Quidditch player, er instructor, for a.compatible match." She quipped. "Besides you have quite a handful with Angela."

Erik shot her a look, and he sighed. "We better owl them. Want to set up a double date to meet for lunch?"

"Sure. It will.make things easier." Alice agreed as she wrote to Oliver.

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Draco straightened himself out. Today was going to be particularly interesting as he hadn't had much time to himself at all since the end of the war. He had renounced his former status as a Death Eater and had been going to lessons to become a healer. His mother had.never been prouder, but today, she stood before.him, her face almost grave. He had received hos.letter yesterday from the Ministry.

Today he was to meet his.match, Evangeline Hastings, and her family decided to tag along from what he understood. He looked.to his.mirror again before running.his.fingers through his.hair.

"How do I look, mum?" He asked, and Narcissa smiled.

"You look wonderful, Draco, now.come, they'll be arriving any moment.now." she said, and he gave a nod.

He was.in a nice.pair of jeans with a black blazer over a white button down shirt, and he.sighed as.he descended the stairs. Let the day be.over with soon.

You Can't Run Forever

Okay

Please Stay

Ryan listened intently to the testimony being presented. Mirren was definitely.the one to worry about, despite her silence at the large man. Paul Reaver if she remembered correctly. He knew her father, and he was well known to the Ministry, as he had been with them a long time. But she still worried, even as Regina came. Mirren wouldn't likely take this well. The personally presented testimony always.won over the largely neutral parts. Because they had hearts. And as Oliver spoke, Ryan could recall Trent. Not three weeks after Kearney had been imprisoned had Trent taken his stand, and most had no clue that she had been with him because he insisted she take her maiden name back and change Ayden's to protect them. Kearney had been familiar with Trent, gave him the courage to stand as he had, and soon Oliver was allowed away, as Mirren had grown dreadfully quiet. "If that is all, I believe-" Reaver began, but she knew it. Mirren spoke up again "Well, Paul, I believe we are missing personal testimony from Ms. Lockwood. I mean, I am sure she has.some to present to further back them." Mirren said. Regina spoke, "Mirren, Ms. Lockwood surely presented her case-" Ryan, however, seemed to shock even Mirren as she went back down to the floor. "For the record, as I didn't speak it earlier, I am Ryan Lockwood, auror assigned to the Puddlemere United team." Mirren was almost too pleased, but Ryan was about to make sure she regretted this. "Well, Ms. Lockwood, how did you know Mr. Stevens?" "Though, I must regret to inform you I have not formed a personal relationship with Mr. Stevens, I can speak on him from what I know of him through my late husband, Trent Day." She said, and Paul looked down on her as a Few shot looks around. "My husband, like Kearney was Muggleborn, but he was a great man. Worked closely with th e Quidditch league where he had made many professional relationships with the teams. One such was with Mr. Stevens. Trent had heard of Kearney's sentencing three weeks before his own trial, where the same courage Kearney had exuded for muggleborns had become embodied." Mirren was vicious. "And why do you say that?" Ryan minded herself for a.moment, but not Soon enough. "Oh, but don't you remember? As Umbridge always did in her trials, she pushed his weak point. She threatened our son, and he turned wand on her, seeing as he had to have another when his first changed loyalties once he married me. He protected a child, he wanted to show that there is no reason to be afraid that you are being isolate because you aren't pure bred. He took the message Kearney sent and made a fool of the very woman who tried to say that Muggleborns are a dangero our way of life, and his reward was a dementor's kiss. Why should a man who became a lightning rod in the hope of Muggleborn rights be left to suffer the same fate?" Mirren was silent and once Ryan was allowed off the floor, she closed her eyes. Oliver had them won over, she had seen it there, but shutting Mirren up was worth the extra testimony. Paul spoke, "Now, I do believe that all of the testimony has been presented. All in favor of keeping Mr. Stevens in Azkaban?" Four hands went up almost immediately, the first belonging to Mirren, and Ryan was surprised herself to only see six more come up. Paul nodded. "All in favor of his immediate release?" Ryan couldn't hide her smile at the.amount of hands that shot up. "And the ayes have it, Kearney Stevens will be immediately released from Azkaban. Of course, an owl will have to be sent, unless, you have someone who can gather him." Ryan nodded. "My father is waiting for the verdict." She spoke. "Ah, Gerard Lockwood." He said, and he stood. "Here you are Ms. Lockwood, you are all dismissed." Ryan took the papers before she looked to Manpreet and Oliver, "Good work, an innocent man walks free because of you two. I promise, Kearney will be in good hands with my father." She gave Oliver a gentle, barely there smile before she left and found her father, exchanging a few words with him before she leaned against the wall nearby and looked back towards the door. She was honestly surprised at herself, her rage had been oddly constructive. She Knew Mirren would be at Umbridge's trial, and she knew that her.testimony there would be harder, as she would.almost relive it all, but she avoided It for today. Now, she wanted to see her.son, but it occurred to her. This painted a largely more obvious target on Puddlemere's back, and it would stir some conflict, but she was ready.

Please Stay

Ino... my god she is fucking badass... I shipped her and.Shikamaru so hard. Ungh. And NejTen, and NaruHina. And I so wished that they made Hinata and Sakura live to their potential too. Grr... AU made me happy. Insanely so. I wrote for Hinata for ages. And I wrote for Kiba and Gaara too. I love Gaara. His backstory kinda sucked though. Aww,,, thanks doll. I have until October, and it's going to be small. The biggest problem I am going to have is going to be the week of when it's crunch time. But my sister is going to take care of me. AND YES, TV SERIES WOULD HAVE MADE SO MUCH MORE SENSE!! And I am one of the biggest Romionie shippers ever, so I get where you're coming from. I also don't get how they couldn't have given him at least two of his good qualities... I would have been ecstatic for it. And please forgive.my Marcus post I have been out of rping Quidditch for a long time.

Please Stay

Marcus was almost as pleased with Bell's reaction as he was being called on the first team. Granted, he knew it could mean very little, he also knew that when he had been captain, what felt like ages ago, in Hogwarts that it meant something to be on the first team. He moved when the others did, seeing a mixed range of emotion on the team's faces when he had been called into the try out period. But Pucey... he remembered and was glad to be greeted with some warmth. He may be vicious and an arrogant ass hole, but he did enjoy human interaction on occasion. And not just in fights or drunken sex benders. He grouped with his team, and though making a mild mental note of jingle Bell's new nickname, he took in the information. Right now making the cut to this team, no t on reserve, was his priority. He listened more and more, but he had his.own opinions. He had played against this team before, even if some were on his own team now. However, most of the information was new, and he drank it in. This wouldn't be easy, he knew that much and when Tabitiang was mention he sub consciously rubbed his ribs. Oh, he knew that much. He happened to fly into a bludger he had hit, and since had vowed to never do it again. When they broke off, he mounted his broom and let out a long exhale. It was now or never, and soon they were taking flight and his mind gauged onto the game at hand. He had way too much riding on it to take it lightly. He had to do this to the best of his ability, and soon the world faded and he felt it begin. He didn't have to see it happen, he could feel it in his bones as he zoomed through the skies, and it felt like time was melting around him. It was happening so quickly and he rarely get like this, but his eyes were fixated on the quaffle, and soon he saw his opening. The pass was thrown, and it was almost too easy as he caught it and took off. He hated this next bit though. There were few.openings for himself, but his best chance had to be hos worst enemy... well, next to worst anyway. Bell. He got as close as he could, knowing how easy distance could throw it all off and he passed to her, barely seeing it get to her before he.lunged himself to a better opening, as the.others were so heavily guarded, and he was about to be too It seemed. Not today. Not when he was.already so invested into this.opportunity.