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- Oak wood, 14" essence of vampire blood
The sun seemed to shine over the next fourteen days.. Well, at least in James' heart for he was not giving up on love that easily.
He was destined to be with Antoinette, he could feel it.
And he was going to prove to her that he did still love her, that he still needed her and that most of all; she still needed him.
The first day, James, still pale but with a fire blazing in his heart, began to put his plan into action:
He walked through the woods, gathering the flowers and transfiguring them onto a much more pristine wildflower bouquet.
He found a place in the local village which handled post and so James addressed the flowers to Antoinette and left the people at the post office to do the rest.
On the second day, James set about doing up the shack; he was going to make it bigger with another room or two and much more beautiful.
And that was exactly what he set about doing.
By the end of the day, the shack had one more room- a bathroom with a big tin bath.
He had yet to decorate it but nevermind. He'd do that tomorrow.
Come the next day, James had already made a start on the shack's second room; a very small bedroom big enough for only a little wicker manger padded out to make it comfortable.
He began decorating the whole house inside. It took him the best part of a day but he had done it.
On the fourth day, James travelled once again to the local village only this time he had a bunch of sparkling red roses which he handed to a Beauxbatons student who giggled when he explained they were for Antoinette.
He managed to start on the exterior decorations; flowers smothering the building in a pattern and on the ground were rose petals leading to the door- enchanted so they would stay fresh and beautiful.
On the fifth day, James lurked the woods outside of Beauxbatons.
He watched hopefully but Antoinette never came to see him.
He spent the day making a large heart out of red rose petals, fixing them all together.
His hopes were slowly wilting much unlike the petals.
On the sixth day, James added more interior design to the shack.. Or the home as he now called it.
He had managed to summon a couch- alright, it was a little shabby and.. green but it was comfortable enough and it seated three.
On the seventh day, James was losing hope. He sat in a local cafe and sipped at bland coffee.
He just wanted her back.
On the eighth day, James tried to renew his will by doing a drawing outside on a tree; it was of a man and a woman and.. and a goblin? No.. That wasn't a goblin, that was a child.
James wanted to feel loved. He needed Antoinette. He needed her to bring him a child to cherish and love.
On the ninth day, James collapsed on the floor of the shack; he had not eaten for days or slept and now he lay very still, very pale. But alive.
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He was destined to be with Antoinette, he could feel it.
And he was going to prove to her that he did still love her, that he still needed her and that most of all; she still needed him.
The first day, James, still pale but with a fire blazing in his heart, began to put his plan into action:
He walked through the woods, gathering the flowers and transfiguring them onto a much more pristine wildflower bouquet.
He found a place in the local village which handled post and so James addressed the flowers to Antoinette and left the people at the post office to do the rest.
On the second day, James set about doing up the shack; he was going to make it bigger with another room or two and much more beautiful.
And that was exactly what he set about doing.
By the end of the day, the shack had one more room- a bathroom with a big tin bath.
He had yet to decorate it but nevermind. He'd do that tomorrow.
Come the next day, James had already made a start on the shack's second room; a very small bedroom big enough for only a little wicker manger padded out to make it comfortable.
He began decorating the whole house inside. It took him the best part of a day but he had done it.
On the fourth day, James travelled once again to the local village only this time he had a bunch of sparkling red roses which he handed to a Beauxbatons student who giggled when he explained they were for Antoinette.
He managed to start on the exterior decorations; flowers smothering the building in a pattern and on the ground were rose petals leading to the door- enchanted so they would stay fresh and beautiful.
On the fifth day, James lurked the woods outside of Beauxbatons.
He watched hopefully but Antoinette never came to see him.
He spent the day making a large heart out of red rose petals, fixing them all together.
His hopes were slowly wilting much unlike the petals.
On the sixth day, James added more interior design to the shack.. Or the home as he now called it.
He had managed to summon a couch- alright, it was a little shabby and.. green but it was comfortable enough and it seated three.
On the seventh day, James was losing hope. He sat in a local cafe and sipped at bland coffee.
He just wanted her back.
On the eighth day, James tried to renew his will by doing a drawing outside on a tree; it was of a man and a woman and.. and a goblin? No.. That wasn't a goblin, that was a child.
James wanted to feel loved. He needed Antoinette. He needed her to bring him a child to cherish and love.
On the ninth day, James collapsed on the floor of the shack; he had not eaten for days or slept and now he lay very still, very pale. But alive.
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