Baby your a Firework!

[Amanda Weasley]

Manda walked out to the graveyard, hoping that her sister didn't follow her out there, but some how she figured she would, some how they always managed to find each other, especially when Amanda didn't want to deal with her sister. It was their mothers fault that Keeley was there, she didn't need to be, nor did Amanda make her feel welcome.

Amanda wanted this place to be hers, she didn't mean just the graveyard but the whole school. It would be possible that soon they would send her younger sister to the school as well, because no one was there watching her at beauxbatons. She couldn't stand to think about beauxbatons, it wasn't her style or scene, as some had told her. Amanda didn't fit the snobby reputation that they got from most of the other schools, but they though that Hogwarts was worse then they were. In Amanda's opinion she loved Hogwarts and hated Beauxbatons, it was most likely that most of her family went here, and Hogwarts held more mystery about her family.

Amanda found a tree to rest against, the ground was soft, as it had rained the day before, but the ground wasn't muddy. Well the part she sat in wasn't, she could pull the water from the mud and make it dry, but she left some of the water in the ground so that it wasn't hard, it was nice and soft. The night was clear and the moon could be seen and it was big if she looked at it closely she could see that it looked like a big wheel of cheese.

Amanda looked up at the sky wishing she had a telescope, she didn't really care much for Astronomy, but she liked looking into space, and on a night as clear as it was she could have done that for hours on end, but she knew that she might have been caught being out so late after hours.

[Keeley Weasley]

Baby you’re a firework


Keeley was not adjusting to this new Hogwarts lifestyle, but then again she was not all that into the change in the first place. Generally quite spoken the idea of having to make new friends and get reacquainted with school surroundings was not her cup of tea, Keeley did change okay, about the same as any other person, but her sister sure did not like to make things easy.

Her mother had sent her a list of question about Amanda to answer, stupid things that she felt more like a spy then a child. How is she doing in class? Is she causing trouble still? Is she into dark magic?

Keeley was not interested in spying on her little sister, in fact they should be friends if their parents would just stop this game they had been playing for years now. All the commotion and pushing from everyone except her mother made her feel so lost at times, in a way it could have been a blessing to get away, if only it wasn’t because of Amanda.

However it could not be too bad at Hogwarts, after all her sister made it to be a full elementalists within the past year, while Keeley was still training for hers. But Beauxbatons did not hold that great and idea of that branch of magic, Hogwarts seemed to hold the keys in that.

Keeley had finished her classes and had three different books with her, the first; Art of Weather Patterns: Understanding the art was given to her by the headmistress, well deputy headmistress as it were, news that she hired someone to replace the now inured one was spreading quickly. The second; Pixies Nymphs & Farieis elemental bonds was recommended by the care of magical creatures professor, to better understand the natural connection with elements. The last was a personal read, Friends and the Like which she found in the muggle studies classroom, and was granted a weeks pass to it.

Hair tied back, a simple natural makeup on she headed outside to read, study and in general relax. It was not to find her sister by any means, but as she entered the graveyard, in really lost with all the things around she was saddened and a bit scared to find it on school grounds. Who on earth would want to have a graveyard on school grounds?

She had walked past her sister on the opposite side of the tree and as she looked around to try and get her bearings she saw movement and turned to see her sister. “Interesting place to hang out.” She noted, their small talk was never great. If she wrote to her mother about a graveyard on grounds maybe she would let her leave? Keeley sincerely doubted it.