Amara Austin
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- Messages
- 235
- OOC First Name
- Jessye
- Wand
- Hazel Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Pixie Dust
- Age
- 12/2014
The rather large antique grandfather clock that was situated within the hallway outside of Amara's bedroom sounded loudly with eleven deep rings. This caught the attention of the occupant living in the room near it. Amara opened the pearly white door and peeked her head out quickly to stare at the rusted clock with a frustrated glare to her eyes. 'One of these days you damned clock...one of these days.' Amara swore to herself that one of these days she would take a bat to that stupid clock. What was the necessity of sticking something that made noise every freaking hour of the day? There was none. Every single morning that damned clock woke her from beautiful dreams. The ones where she was buried in a room of sweets, or owned a library the size of France. Of course they were unrealistic, but that didn't mean the clock had to destroy her hopes and dreams. Amara would not let that clock live much longer. Even if it was bigger than she was and would likely crush her at any given moment once she decided to attack. Amara didn't care. 'My life is pathetic. The only drama I have in my life is between me and a stupid clock.' Amara rolled her eyes and closed the door. She needed to be up anyways. She had to make sure she was all packed for Valera's. Amara's parents were going to some art exhibit in Moscow Russia and didn't want to Amara to tag along this time. She figured they wanted some time to themselves. No matter how grotesque the thought was, she knew she owed them a few nights without her presence. Amara did have the option to stay with her brother, however, she refused to subject herself to that amount of torture. Her brother couldn't cook for one, and neither could she so they would likely either starve...or set the house on fire first. Both were very probable outcomes. So, Amara felt much safer staying with Valera for a week or so. They were pretty close friends from school anyways. It would be just like staying in the dorms. Amara opened her large closet door and carefully picked out something cute but to wear and some shoes. She still had to pack too. It was going to be a long couple of hours. That much was for sure.
Amara emerged from her room no less than a couple of hours later, a dark blue suitcase sitting in the doorway beside her. Amara pushed aside some of her silky smooth blonde hair and sighed. Even if she was just going to a friend's house, she had to make sure that she looked perfect. Even if that meant taking hours to get ready. Amara tiny hands gripped the handle of the suitcase as she tried to make her way down stairs. But the suitcase didn't budge a bit. Amara tried to pull it along with her, but it was too heavy. Amara knew she packed quite a bit. But for all she knew, she needed all of this. Amara huffed and shook her head before she got behind the suitcase and pushed it out of her room. It barely inched forward, but at least it moved somewhere. Amara didn't hesitate to give it another shove either. One way or another she was going to get the suitcase downstairs. By the time Amara actually got the suitcase close to the stairs she was out of breath. Amara didn't feel like unpacking some of the things she had packed away either. Amara leaned in to give the luggage another shove but the sound of a deep chuckle brought her to pause and turn her head around. Her older brother Oliver was the owner of the chuckle. He seemed to think that the situation in front of him was funny. Amara flipped him the bird before she went back to trying to get the suitcase downstairs. This only managed to make Oliver laugh even harder at her. "Need some help?" Oliver asked from behind her. Amara stopped pushing and shook her head. "No dude, I got it. Now go away." Amara muttered firmly. She wanted to do this by herself. She had had to do this by herself lest she look like a weakling in front of her stupid brother. Amara went to turn back to the suitcase but Oliver leaned forward and gave the suitcase a shove for her, which sent the heavy object hurdling down the stairs. Amara's mouth fell open. "B*tch." Amara hissed at him before she ran downstairs after her suitcase. When she returned from Valera's house he was going to be feeling her wrath. That was for sure. If there was one thing out there in the world that exceeded her beauty, it was Amara's creative mind. It came in useful for revenge.
After things were settled and a quick goodbye was given to her parents, Amara was apparated to Valera's house in Salem. Amara lived in New York so Apparating was about the only way she could get here other than using the floo network. Amara hated floo powder too. It was so dirty and smelly. It ruined clothing. In her opinion flooing was for poor people. Amara looked down at her suitcase and groaned. She should have asked Oliver to bring it up to the door for her. Now she was standing here in the street with a large suitcase looking as foolish as ever. Maybe she could ask Valera's brother for help? Or Valera herself? Amara tried to push the suitcase out of the street. That was the best she could do for now. Her skinny arms were sore with all the pushing. 'I think I have a problem.' Amara admitted to herself. She liked clothes too much. Sadly enough, there was a lot more in there than just clothes too. It was a wizarding suitcase but she still managed to pack it full. That was pure talent. Amara stood, trying to think of some brilliant way she would be able to get the damned thing inside the house.
<i></i>Amara emerged from her room no less than a couple of hours later, a dark blue suitcase sitting in the doorway beside her. Amara pushed aside some of her silky smooth blonde hair and sighed. Even if she was just going to a friend's house, she had to make sure that she looked perfect. Even if that meant taking hours to get ready. Amara tiny hands gripped the handle of the suitcase as she tried to make her way down stairs. But the suitcase didn't budge a bit. Amara tried to pull it along with her, but it was too heavy. Amara knew she packed quite a bit. But for all she knew, she needed all of this. Amara huffed and shook her head before she got behind the suitcase and pushed it out of her room. It barely inched forward, but at least it moved somewhere. Amara didn't hesitate to give it another shove either. One way or another she was going to get the suitcase downstairs. By the time Amara actually got the suitcase close to the stairs she was out of breath. Amara didn't feel like unpacking some of the things she had packed away either. Amara leaned in to give the luggage another shove but the sound of a deep chuckle brought her to pause and turn her head around. Her older brother Oliver was the owner of the chuckle. He seemed to think that the situation in front of him was funny. Amara flipped him the bird before she went back to trying to get the suitcase downstairs. This only managed to make Oliver laugh even harder at her. "Need some help?" Oliver asked from behind her. Amara stopped pushing and shook her head. "No dude, I got it. Now go away." Amara muttered firmly. She wanted to do this by herself. She had had to do this by herself lest she look like a weakling in front of her stupid brother. Amara went to turn back to the suitcase but Oliver leaned forward and gave the suitcase a shove for her, which sent the heavy object hurdling down the stairs. Amara's mouth fell open. "B*tch." Amara hissed at him before she ran downstairs after her suitcase. When she returned from Valera's house he was going to be feeling her wrath. That was for sure. If there was one thing out there in the world that exceeded her beauty, it was Amara's creative mind. It came in useful for revenge.
After things were settled and a quick goodbye was given to her parents, Amara was apparated to Valera's house in Salem. Amara lived in New York so Apparating was about the only way she could get here other than using the floo network. Amara hated floo powder too. It was so dirty and smelly. It ruined clothing. In her opinion flooing was for poor people. Amara looked down at her suitcase and groaned. She should have asked Oliver to bring it up to the door for her. Now she was standing here in the street with a large suitcase looking as foolish as ever. Maybe she could ask Valera's brother for help? Or Valera herself? Amara tried to push the suitcase out of the street. That was the best she could do for now. Her skinny arms were sore with all the pushing. 'I think I have a problem.' Amara admitted to herself. She liked clothes too much. Sadly enough, there was a lot more in there than just clothes too. It was a wizarding suitcase but she still managed to pack it full. That was pure talent. Amara stood, trying to think of some brilliant way she would be able to get the damned thing inside the house.