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- 9/2014 (44)
Georgiana walked down the steps of the school she now called home. It wasn't that she didn't have a home, but here she felt more accepted as a person and not just the housecleaner/baby cleaner/ and overall mother. Small Dove, was her Native American name, though she hardly used it anymore, it seemed unnatural to say it outside of the reservation and everyone here stuck to their English Names, or whatever country of birth names they had. She was an unusual type of girl, she mothered everyone, even some who were older then her. Example, her Boyfriend's best friend, she tried to use her mothering skills on him when he decided to run from her and Logan. It didn't work out to well and she feels terrible about it.
Logan was a whole other thing in her life. They started dating last year during the last Brightstone visit weekend. It had been out of the blue, she enjoyed his company and she was sure it had been the same on both sides. Georgiana merely thought it was puppy love and he was just putting up with her because she was interesting. Turned out to be more then just that. Now they hung out alot, either inside or outside. Sometimes in the Library, other times in their secret ctudy locations. They had a deal, Logan did her homework during these meetings while she practiced her guitar, and he would then later teach her all the information before tests. It actually worked out really well but she didn't enjoy the fact he had asked to do her work. They seemed right for each other and Georgiana was enjoying the time she had with him. He being older no doubt she figured would bore of her at somepoint and break it off.
Georgiana stopped and stared at a photo on the wall for a few minutes. It wasn't of anyone she knew but the face looks remarkably like Logan which had gotten her thinking about him without meaning too. She did seem to do that alot when he wasn't around. Of course the worst time when thoughts of him appeared in her mind was when he was there but couldn't be with her. Like for dinner in the Great Hall. She sat near her teammates on the Quidditch team and he at the Ravenclaw table. Georgiana wasn't jealous of the people who could talk to him, more sad that they could only use hand signals to talk and communicate. Her head tilted to the side as she looked at the picture, she needed to find her friends from last year and spend more time with them. That much was sure.
Logan was a whole other thing in her life. They started dating last year during the last Brightstone visit weekend. It had been out of the blue, she enjoyed his company and she was sure it had been the same on both sides. Georgiana merely thought it was puppy love and he was just putting up with her because she was interesting. Turned out to be more then just that. Now they hung out alot, either inside or outside. Sometimes in the Library, other times in their secret ctudy locations. They had a deal, Logan did her homework during these meetings while she practiced her guitar, and he would then later teach her all the information before tests. It actually worked out really well but she didn't enjoy the fact he had asked to do her work. They seemed right for each other and Georgiana was enjoying the time she had with him. He being older no doubt she figured would bore of her at somepoint and break it off.
Georgiana stopped and stared at a photo on the wall for a few minutes. It wasn't of anyone she knew but the face looks remarkably like Logan which had gotten her thinking about him without meaning too. She did seem to do that alot when he wasn't around. Of course the worst time when thoughts of him appeared in her mind was when he was there but couldn't be with her. Like for dinner in the Great Hall. She sat near her teammates on the Quidditch team and he at the Ravenclaw table. Georgiana wasn't jealous of the people who could talk to him, more sad that they could only use hand signals to talk and communicate. Her head tilted to the side as she looked at the picture, she needed to find her friends from last year and spend more time with them. That much was sure.