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Woody Green

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Woody put his hood up on his jacket then he put his hands in the pockets in his jeans. He had no reason to be here. He had gone for a walk and lost track of time. This was the shortest route home. He had always liked Bleak Street. His mind was slightly twisted most of the time and this place just felt more homely than other places. He looked into the shop windows as he walked past, wondering if there was anything there that he could buy. Nothing. Mainly because he didn't have enough money to buy anything.
He grinned as he saw someone stood at the end of the street and walked towards them.
 
Maya should have been in school, and knew if she were to get caught skipping she would be expelled. Lucky she knew her way around New Zealand, she actually had been gone for a whole week from school. She remembered this place since the last visit when her school had come for the twi wizard tournament. Her reason for being here was to visit an old friend and perhaps Alex Cullen. He was the boy that had been related to Haden, his death was still a mystery to her it had caught her off guard when she found out.

Trailing along Bleak Street, Maya didn't have a much reason to be here except to visit a shop that was fairly familiar as the one her mother had run in Salem. Looking up Maya had notice a boy gazing at her as if he had known her for quite some times. "Ah Hi." she said uneasily wondering why he was smiling.
 
This girl looked like too much of a goody-two-shoes to be hanging around Bleak Street with a purpose. It wasn't exactly a place that ministry officials went down. "Hey," He nodded his head. "What are you doing in Bleak Street then??" He wanted to find out why someone like her would be here. He only ever saw more dodhy looking people and she wasn't fitting in.
 
"What's it to you?" she almost snapped at the boy, but had remain level as she looked up at him. Her features rigid yet calm, gripping her bag as she look towards one of the shops. "Formal business" she perfectly lied, her pursed lips smacked together as if she were about to blurt her deepest secret. "I may enquire a shop down here." she said without much of a glance back at Woody. "Don't suppose you know were there space?"
 
Woody shrugged. "You just don't look like a Bleak Street person." He looked around, knowing she was lying about her reason to be here but not saying anything about it. "The most space you'll find is probably that way." He pointed along the street behind him. "What do you need space for??"
 
Maya hated when she ran into those who thought they knew everything. "And what's that suppose to mean? Bleak street person?" Maya annoyingly rolled her eyes. It seems like this man was claiming this turf or something, Maya decided to explain herself a little more since he wasn't that obvious. "I'm a partial shop keeper back in Salem and my mother thinking of expanding her business." she willingly explain. "What street did you direct me to?" she asked again dreading to ask because she hated taking direction, when most of the time she round up lost anyways.
 
Woody stared at the girl. She either didn't know Bleak Street very well or was too dumb to realise the obvious. "The people that walk through here usually look more dodgy and edgy than you do." He continued to stare at her. "I have no idea what Salem is but ok." Woody wasn't exactly the smartest of people in the world and neither was his twin brother, Dave. He turned around and looked down the street. "I don't know the name of the place. I don't come here very much." Then he turned back to the girl. "It's obvious once you get there. You just walk straight down there and you'll see it straight away."
 
Maya sighed, "I'm from the states and I hate getting lost." she finally admitted looking on towards the street he had pointed out to her earlier. She had read between the lines like he was telling her she didn't belong here, what Maya had come across before was a lot like the atmosphere of Bleak street. She wasn't afraid, just hate when she needed to find a place and her sense of direction was horrible. "Thank you I guess." she looked at the man, shift her legs so that she may began to search the streets. Part of her wanted to just give in, she started walking away, she look back at Woody couldn't help but stare for a few seconds, only to look elsewhere.
 
Woody smiled as she started to walk away. He realised she was quite pretty. "By the look on your face, I'm guessing I'm going to have to escort you." He grinned. He could be a gentleman when he wanted to be. It just took a lot of effort fot it to come out good. Usually, he would try and it would ended up sounding all annoyed and exasperated like he didn't want to do it. This was one thing he found bad about going out with girls. He was never able to be the gentleman they wanted him to be.
 
"Is it that noticeable." she stated more than question, knowing herself more than anyone in this world besides her mother. She gave Woody a nervous smile, he had caught her staring at him. Looking down, she brush the fine thin brown hair away from her face, okay so she wasn't smart in the male department. Despite only having one relationship when she was younger, she fail to communicate with the opposite sex. Most of the time, she came out rude and ignorant whenever she tried to talk to a male. "Yes that be helpful don't think my mother would like finding out her only daughter is somewhere deserted or dispose of." she laughed with little less humour.
 
"I'm not exactly great at understanding girls but that's what I can see from here." He shrugged. Woody walked towards Maya and grinned. "This way." He gestured for her to follow him. Woody knew how Dave would take this if he saw them together. Dave had taken a step up and had a girlfriend who he spent way too much time with. "Why do you need space anyway??" He couldn't think of any reason why someone would need space in the middle of Bleak Street.
 
Maya hesitated than follow right beside Woody, looking down as she spoke. "Well my mother runs a shop called the book of shadows." she anticipated a bit not wanting to share all her reason why's she was here. "So I'm sort of scouting for her, its knowledge of dark arts from the states, we sell a bit of everything." she somewhat smiled at Woody, taking some comfort in being in his presents. "Plus I was suppose to meet someone. Kind of cut class because of this." she shrugged if she must she will catch up either way or use her time watch to skim through her lessons. Nobody said she couldn't use it for that purpose, "What about you? What are you doing here?" she ask her simple American accent slipping through.
 
"I think I know which shop you're talking about." He smiled. "I've seen it a few times." He laughed when she said that she had skipped class. "Sounds like me and my brother. We used to get any excuse possible to skip most classes. Most of the stuf we learnt was stuff that we could teac ourselves by reading anyway so we skipped class and read books in our free time." Woody had always loved the times when he had gone to have fun with Dave insted of going to classes. "I was on my way home. At the moment, I'm using any excuse possible to get out of there. There's loads of arguments and stuff going on so my parents are gettng stressed which is making everyone else get stressed and then pointless arguments are created because everyone is in such bad mood."
 
Maya listen to what Woody had to say. "Oh." she couldn't relate to his situation, maybe because it was only just her and her mother. "Well that sucks, no fun when everyone in a busted mood." he slang would have sound so foreign to his ears, he probably wouldn't have noticed anyways. "Yes we have one other location but our main shop is in Salem." she brushed her thin tawny forelock again to the back of her ears. "May just ditch looking for a while." she felt her head throb a little, wasn't fun when you felt a oncoming migrane suddenly erupted out of nowhere. "Not that I don't like the place." she looked at Woody, he sure didn't act like some boys would act back home. Most of them rarely paid attention to Maya. Maybe because she didn't act like most girl her age. Her mother had always said she had in old soul.
 
Woody shrugged. "I try and have as much fun as possible with Dave but he stormed out the house after having an argument with my dad. It didn't go too well. Dave's probably got a black eye but I don't know. I haven't seen him since this morning." Woody wasn't the kind of person who worried about other people but he was hiding the fact that he was worried about his twin brother. Woody shrugged. "Why do you want to stop looking now?? Sooner you get there, the sooner you can see your mum and tell her how amazing I am." Woody grinned cheekily. He was always cocky when he was around girls. It was one reason he didn't have a girlfriend.
 
Maya rolled her eyes. "If that's the best that you got. Than maybe I should gag now before I eat, so I wouldn't be wasting food." at first she sounded serious. Than realise she was doing it again. She gave herself a invisible thump on the forehead, than carelessly played it off by nudging him. "Joking." she laughed. "Its just this place its not like Salem. Everything feels, dark." she could sense it in the air. This ability was passed down to her by her mother. It was a gift but Maya didn't use it that often.
 
"Ahh, so you think I'm amazing then??" He laughed. "If you didn't think I was amazing then you wouldn't have said you were joking." He smiled cockily as he continued to walk along the dark twisting alleys in Bleak Street. "Well, it's called bleak street because it's bleak. Usually, it's only the law breakers that come here. That's why people avoid it. They prefer not to get killed by a bunch of death eaters because they walked into Bleak Street." Woody shrugged. "I'm fine with all of it though."
 
"Ah right." Maya rolled her eyes with a wicked smirk. She messed with her thin hair again, she hated having thin hair. She always wanted to be the one girl with thick luscious locks, but eventually she got used to, it made it easier for her when she wanted to pass a flat iron through it. "Its not that, I mean something I can't explain." she rarely talk of her abilities, she felt there was never nothing special about them in the first place. What just because your in a different part of the world you could make that assumption she silently scowled at herself. "Well were I'm from its not as dark as this place but it sure has its history." she would say picking at the end of her split ends. That's it, next time she was in Salem, she had to pay a visit to her favourite hair dresser. Leslie always knew how to do her hair the way she wanted it to look. Leslie was stylish for emo and goths. She was pretty good at what she did with Maya hair.
 
"O...k" Woody frowned slightly when she was saying it was something she couldn't explain but decided it was best not to ask questions. He smiled at her when she started talking about Salem. "I like it here. It's more fun to mess around in the dark. Play a trick on someone in the light and they can see it's you so they get their own back. Play a trick on someone in the dark and they don't know who to aim at for their revenge. So much more fun." He laughed slightly. "So, why do keep messing with your hair like there's something wrong with it then??" Woody always seemed to be able to see when girls weren't happy with their hair because of the way they played with it like Maya was doing.
 
"Oh I know that feeling." she laugh a little, only because her friend Haden was that way. Well had been that way, she really did missed her old friend, it just sad he had to pass away. The annoyance she delt with for a couple years were always memory she kept to herself. Even if he had been that boy to always annoyed her, she always got a laugh out of him, even with her serious scowls she threw at him once in a while. "My hair? I don't know its dead hair so I really don't consider it to be hair." she shrugged. "What about your hair? Why is it so greasy?" she would run her hand around the top of his gel back style looks, only to mess it up for him. Maya laughed, as she moved away he was going to vengeance on her action.
 
Woody laughed as he grabbed hold of her and ruffled her hair up a bit. "Do you have any idea how long this took me." Woody joked as he tried pushing it back into place. He was a bit of a hair crazed person. He always wanted it to look perfect-even though it never did. "It doesn't look dead, anyway. I like it. It doesn't look all barbie doll perfect like the plastic girls who walk around but it doesn't look messy. In my opinion it just shows that you care what you look like but you're not a shallow freak." Woody shrugged. He never liked girls who cared more about what they looked like than the way they behaved to other people.
 
Maya felt her hair get a little messy, only to fall flat again. "Oh you." she joked nudging her new acquaintance. "Thanks I used to hate it, now I manage it well." thanks to Leslie beauty tip. "Oh I know what you mean about witches these days." Maya wasn't one of them, refuse to be apart of that world. They seem to care less and less about magic, becoming more brain dead by the new generation. Maya fashion had always been based on wizaring old times, with just a little of her own style added to it. Her inspiration her mother Gwen and Esmaa, they both made old times style look new again, well at least to Maya point of view.
 
"My sister always puts on her favourite clothes and makes sure she looks perfect in the mornings but by the time it comes to taking it all off, it's all messed up and dirty. Her and my brother do so many pranks every day. It's a surprise how they can still think of new ideas." Woody laughed when he thought of the prank Lily and Jerry had played on him and David just the other day. "She's not shallow though. She makes sure she knows someone before she says anything against them."
 
"I had a friend named Haden oddly enough he was like that." she smiled looking at Woody. "I always confused him with the emo and jester type. I don't know but he always did played a lot of tricks. Sort of like his brother Alex." only Maya didn't know much about Alex. She probably met him once or twice, and of course the twi wizard tournament took place. Though she kept to herself, with her father warnings at a young age who and what not to trust. Unlike Alex who decided to stay, Maya went back to Hogwarts, Scotland. That's when it got confusing. "Must be cool having loads of siblings? Do they ever you know drive you crazy?" Maya asked curiously.
 
Woody laughed. "Most of my family is made of jokers. It gives everyone a laugh so it's good in my opinion." He shrugged. Woody had always been very close to his family and used to find it hard to make friends with people who weren't in the family. "It is cool. There's been a few fallings out but most of the time it's dad that everyone hates. I get on really well with my brothers and sisters and even my mum believe it or not. We also have five cousins living with us-well, four now that Stacy's moved out. Basically, our house is packed full but dad's the only one who makes us miserable." Woody hated what his dad had turned into and didn't know why it had happened.
 
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