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It was a sight to see a young fourteen year old in brightstone Village, without a group of friends beside or around them. Imogen was not the type to be surrounded by friends. Not Anymore anyway. She was walking down the street, her hands laiden with shopping bags, heading towards the train station. A little brunette following her silently. Imogen wasn't out of the ordinary. She was a young blonde, a young girl, soon to be fifteen. And yet, everything about how she was was wrong. Alone, and caring for an eight year old girl. Learning from home, and also bringing in money. Two entire worlds were resting on the shoulders of the blonde. But this did not show as she walked. She walked with purpose, she was not meant to be walking back to the castle like all the others her age. Imogen neither hated nor loved the fact she was no longer at school. She enjoyed spending all her time with her sister, but it was hard. Living without parents was hard. At least at Hogwarts she had constant safety. She would always have people around her, food on the plate, and the warmth of a dorm room. She had found that living in an apartment was a little different. But she was managing. As well as a young girl could. She blamed herself for how her family had completely imploded, so she felt it only right, that she take care of what was left. Imogen stopped and placed the bags on the ground. She had bought, some new clothes for Pixie, as well as birthday things for her. Pixie was quite content with how things were in there life. She was at a muggle primary school, because Pixie couldn't stay at the house herself. And to make sure at least one of them got a proper and full education. Imogen turned to face her sister. They'd been walking all day, so Immy couldn't blame the girl for being tired. She gave a little sigh, and from within her pocket pulled out a plain brown bobble and tied up the shoulder length blonde hair, which was previously hanging at her shoulder. She bent down slightly and held her arms open. There was a happiness which passed upon the face of the younger girl. The younger girl, ran to Immy and threw her arms around her neck and her legs around Immy's waist. Slowly Imogen stood back up, one hand holding the girl up, the other taking the bags, she had placed down on the ground.
For 8 the young girl in Imogen's arms, was still very light. It was a good, since Imogen wasn't the strongest girls on the planet. She had gotten used to her sister in her arms, and being asked to be carried. Immy was aware that it wasn't the best thing ever, since, she was probably showing Pixie, that she could get whatever she wanted. But Immy would rather a happy, and slightly selfish girl, than an unhappy, tired girl, most likely to fall into some form of depression. Not that Imogen thought to far into the future. She tried to face each day as it came to her. Imogen looked down at her sister, who's head was now leaning against Imogen's chest. She was at least very pleased, that they were together. She had lost most others in her family, and could barely bare the thought of her sister not being with her. Or her not knowing what she was doing. Imogen was a concerned sister. Imogen looked away from her sister, only to see a boy her age, about to walk into her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I almost walked into you" Imogen said, stopping abrutly. Her english accent soft, and her voice quite quiet. She looked to the male, and realised something, he looked familiar. She studied his face for a second, then realised who it was. A boy she'd known when she'd had been a first year, a close friend even, but even the time she had spent at hogwarts in Fourth year felt like a million miles away. This felt even greater than that. "Well, what do you know, Teddy Cameron. Long time no see." Imogen said smiling at her old friend. She had changed since first year, her blonde hair was less frissy, she had grown an inch or two, and developed in more ways than one. She was however genuinely pleased to see someone she had once known. Since leaving Hogwarts Imogen had not kept in much contact with her school friends. It had been hard setting up and had been at the very back of her mind. But it was nice to see someone she had once known.