Time Is A Terrible Thing To Waste {OPEN}

[Hermione Weasley]

Quiet. It was really quiet. A bit too quiet for her liking, but at least it wasn't as loud as it normally was. The ground was peaceful, the birds were calm, the day seemed to go by rather slow, but then again it was nice to have at least one calm day after what happened the past week. Hermione sat within her house, trying to relax as much as she could. The house was a mess, but nothing a little magic couldn't fix, but she found herself so tired she didn't even care for magic at the moment.

She sat within her kitchen, upon the freshly waxed wooden floor, and in silence. The room was situated into an oval shape by the interesting positions of the counter tops. A counter sat in the middle of the room, almost like a bar, that curved into a deep half circle. She sat at the tall top on the opposite side, and leaning into the rounded edge, staring briefly into the center of the half circle, almost as if someone had been sitting there.

She turned her head and began to gaze out the small iron crafted glass windows that remained open to let the breeze in. A pitch black owl burst from the clouds and into her vision as she situated herself comfortably. She watched intently as it's flight pattern was in a twisted whirlwind-type motion, and she sighed. Mail time, already.

It was different this time, though. The owl seemed to fly ten times faster than it usually did for mail, perhaps there was an emergency? She shook her head, no... it was supposed to be a quiet day. The owl swooped in, landing right next to her, and stopped in a deadly stillness. She began to wonder, untying the piece of parchment from the thin leg it was wrapped around. A certain deep silence was in the air as her ears began to ring with nervous thoughts that swarmed through her head. She read it.

She suddenly felt dizzy, and felt a little queasy at the same time as she realized what just happened. She smiled a bit from the amazing opportunity that lay in front of her, and then realized the problem with it. She shook her head, this is unbelievable. She smiled finally, and then suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Oh, no, she thought. The house is a mess!

"Come in!" She said loudly, relaxing and forgetting about the house all of a sudden. "I'm in the kitchen." She said instantly, and waiting patiently for them to enter the room.

[Airalynn Marne]

It was a beautiful day to take a quite and peaceful walk home after the long day. Everything was so peaceful and so delicate. Her eyes opened wide and she quietly hummed a tune as she watched the beautiful birds gently float upon the wind currents. Her smiled widened, everything seemed perfect today, and it seemed almost as if nothing could go wrong.

She gently floated across the grass, kicking small stones in her way, and continuing on, enjoying life as it was given to her. The problem was that anything beautiful reminded her of her mother, and well, not all innoncent creatures have the opportunity to live for very long. Life just wasn't fair, and to some it seemed more unfair then compared to another.

She walked up to the house, the birds quietly chirping in her ear, but she stopped and looked around. She could see someone following her in the distance, she meant to shrug it off, but she was certain that she had seen this person some where before. She decided to wait a little longer, just until they came into the clearing.

[Julie Stone]

Boredom seemed to be the emotion that had recently taken over Julie's life. The young Gryffindor girl who normally found herself so full of energy and wild idea had become dull and energetic in the long months of summer. One would think that the summer would be a break for Julie. Away from the classes that she hated away from having to get up early every morning. But the reality was that the joys of summer could only be enjoyed so long as you had someone to share them with. In Julie's case, she was lacking of such a person. So instead of filling her days with laughter and memories of the crazy things she did that would stay with her forever, Julie found herself walking aimlessly around England. It wasn't like this was what she wanted to be doing. Oh no, Julie was the type of girl who longed for adventure and excitement. She lived for a thrill... Not like her older sister who would have nothing to do with Julie's crazy ideas.

Dressed in a pair of old tattered faded blue jean shorts with wholes in them, that fitted her perfectly Julie wore a white strapless top that didn't quite meet her shorts and showed her belly button ring. Her long dark hair was pulled up messily into an elastic. Her eyes were outlined with black eyeliner and her eyelids had been swept with a beautiful bronze gold color that matched her skin tone. Today along with her belly button ring, Julie wore her other six piercings. Five in her eyes and one on the left side of her nose. Those who knew Julie knew that this was her style. She was what some would call rebellious, not that she listened to what people labeled her as. In her opinion labels were only made up and used by the people who didn't know who they really were, so they had to find a way to classify everyone else. The only thing that Julie thought about herself was that she was unique.

Walking with her small hands in the back pockets of her jean shorts, Julie didn't realize where she was going until she passed a rather large looking house on the left. Watching the house as she walked by, Julie realized she was walking a path she hadn't walked in a long time. She was on her way to Aira's house. The two had been friends for most of their years at Hogwarts, but with Aira being a hufflepuff and Julie a gryffindor not to mention a year younger, the girls hadn't seen much of each other. Julie could hear the soft thud of footsteps on the path up a head of her, but she wasn't sure who it was. The footsteps stopped just as Julie was about to round the corner into the clearing in front of Aira's house. Stepping out into the clearing, Julie looked around for the owner of the footsteps. It wasn't long before Julie found who they belonged to. Smiling Julie made her way over to where the older girl stood.

"Hey Kiddo," Julie said with a smile as she stopped and looked up at Aira.

[Airalynn Marne]

Airalynn stood, leaning against the door as she watched the young girl make her way over. She seemed to believe that this girl might have been following her footsteps, and seemed quite worried that someone was in fact searching for her. She just leaned against the door, not quite making her way inside yet as she watched the girl get closer. She complimented her outfit in her head, and then looked down at herself, feeling insecure about how well she really was dressed. She sighed, staring embarassingly at her feet because of her cheap clothing. She had barely enough for school supplies, she couldn't really afford clothing. She wasn't rich at all, but she wasn't poor either. She had just enough money to get what she absolutely needed.

She shoved her hands in the pockets of her dark blue jeans, and nervously covered up the runs in her jeans. They were old, yes, but why live with brand new jeans that were uncomfortable anyway? She smiled, still leaning against the door, and straighted her white top, pushing her long blond hair from her eyes, and cheerfully smiling to the girl who had approached her. She smiled wider when she had addressed her, and she laughed, responding immediately to her.

"Julie? Is that you?" She asked, surprised. "It's been forever! How are you?" She wondered, pulling her into a deep friended hug. "Wait..." She wondered. "What are you doing here?" She wondered, perhaps she heard from the great vine that she finally lived here. She did not know, but found it impolite to ask.