Old Habits Die Hard.

[Jake Simpson]

Jake was feeling uneasy being back in London it wasn't because he was walking late at night all by himself, it was because he was back in his hometown, and the place where he was born and grew up. He strolled carelessly along the paved footpath with a spring in his step and a cheeky grin plastered on his ghost white face. He was thinking about all the memories he had here when he was younger, all the good ones when he was goofing around with his friends that he had now lost all contact with. At this thought, his smile faded being replaced with a frown while a feeling of loneliness flushed through him. He didn't have any friends and trying to find the ones he used to have would be a lengthy task. He bit his bottom lip as he paused and tried to analyse the situation at hand. What if I found them and they had changed too much for me to handle? What if they made fun of me? Would I drive them away? He thought to himself as he ran his had through his silky black hair. He tried to think of what the positive outcomes could be. Since nothing came to his mind, he stared aimlessly into the distance, being as absent minded as he was, he forgot where he was supposed to be going. Realising what he was doing, he continued walking. Making sure that this time if his mind started to wonder, he would get out of the way of other people who happened to be around him.

After walking a seemingly short distance, Jake came across an alleyway, a dark alleyway. One that was decorated with graffiti, he stopped in front of the alley and stared into it. He was curious as to where it lead, as he could not see a dead end or the other side, it was tunnel-like. He did not want anybody to see him walk down there, he tried to enter the alley as ingeniously as he could and started to toddle through the darkness. As he sustained his slow pace he glanced around at the tagging that enclosed the brick walls around him. As he was inspecting everything that was written he heard footsteps behind him. He inquisitively stopped everything he was doing so he could hear the footsteps more easily. The slow and quiet tip tapping of feet on wet concrete became louder and louder as he kept listening. He decided to continue walking along so any unwanted strangers would not see him. As Jake typically walked with his head down to avoid suspicion he continued to listen. He noticed the timing between each footstep he heard had gotten quicker. Jake, in turn, quickened his pace to match that of the person behind him. As he was going faster, the echo of the footsteps became faster while his heartbeat hastened. Panicking now, he started to sprint along the dark tunnel.

As he was sprinting he felt his legs get weaker and his heart beat faster than before, he saw in the distance a light, he bolted towards the end of the tunnel and when he emerged from the dark tunnel he let out a deep sigh as he stopped running, trying to catch his breath. He looked out at the scenery around him panting, his eyes feeling slightly strained as he examined what he was seeing, a stone courtyard, a dead end that was in front of him "Damn it." He said to himself as his anxiety and panic took over him once more. He felt stupid, he decided to go for a walk at his hour all by himself. He didn't know who was following him. What if theyre a murderer? He thought to himself as he rapidly searched around for an exit. Unable to find any, he turned around and faced the entrance to the tunnel. Anyone or anything that was following him he would be able to fight and protect himself if the circumstances called for it. The footsteps got louder and louder, closer and closer until an unknown figure materialized in to view. He was surprised when the figure stood there motionless, he gathered up the courage to ask, "What do you want?" to them, he stood in silence as he anticipated what the figure would say to him.

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana waved goodbye to her father. She was excited about this trip, although sad her brother decided to stay in New Zealand over the summer break and tour there. Her father decided they should go see more of Europe then they have before, which was fine with her. Mr. Stephen Venturino was a muggle and didn't understand the change he two little twins were going through however he respected that Kayden didn't want to come home which gave him some time to be with Georgiana, when he work meetings aloud him too. Her younger sister was back home in New York with their Grandmother at the reservation.

Right now Stephen Venturino had yet another late night meeting to go back too, he just came back to the hotel to tell Georgiana this. She watched him leave and was about to shut the door when she noticed a boy running by and watched a scared boy run into an alley with a grown man chasing him. She glanced at her bare feet and shrugged, it was not unlike home when they would ran all around in bare feet, it was more comfortable. She took off running after the man glad to have her wand with her. As she followed the two into the dark alley she noticed the man had pulled out a knife. At first Georgiana paused while she gasped but quickly regained her speed while taking her wand from her pocket. "Expelliarmus," she said flicking her wand, the knife went flying into the air and the man stopped looking around. Georgiana was glad for the darkness, "Locomotor Mortis," she said locking the man's legs togather. She ran around himand followed the boy as he continued to run.

Georgiana sighed with relief when she saw he stopped at the end of the dark tunnel. She had tried to call out to him before but her breath hadn't been enough to make much noise. Georgie slowly approached him hoping not to scare him. "I..I wanted.. to see if you were alright, I saw the man chasing you. And he, uh, fell in the tunnel and I guess knocked himself out," she said recalling herself taking a piece and wood and hitting the man unconsicous witht eh use of Wingardium Leviosa, so he wouldn't see her. Georgiana panted for a few seconds before regaining her breath and moving closer to the boy.

 

[Jake Simpson]

Hearing the voice of a girl that sounded his age, Jake let out a sigh of relief. He saw the girl move towards him slowly and he sat down on the stone pavement and stared at the night sky, trying to relax as much as he could. He couldn't contemplate how grateful he was to the girl; she had just practically saved his life. Then thoughts about who the man might have been filled his head. Why were they following me? What did they want? He thought to himself. Wondering if he knew the guy from when he was younger he closed his eyes, it always helped him remember stuff. Some people thought it was weird. He didn't care, that was the only thing he didn't care about, being a worrywart and all. Then he jolted back to reality, he hadn't even thanked the girl yet. He blushed; it was rude to not thank somebody that saved your life.

Opening his eyes and looked to the ground, trying his best to hide his embarrassment and said " Thank you so much for saving me, I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come along. " He looked back at the girl and let out a small smile. He was trying to be friendly, but the scare he just had made him too nervous to focus on anything else properly. Being back in London sure was eventful, the last thing he expected was to be chased by some creep in a dark alleyway and for some reason he was lucky enough to be saved by a total stranger. "I can't tell you how obliged i am to repay you for actually bothering to chase after the guy." He then indicated for her to sit down next to him to continue to thank her. "What are you doing out so late at night? Did you come all the way out just to save me?" He asked jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood as he waited to see if she would sit with him or not.

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana watched as he slowly sat to the ground. She was glad her breath quickly caught back up from all the running they do at home. He seemed to be thinking so she didn't bother him but she did move closer so she was farther from the tunnel. Sitting down a few feet away from him she was glad of her skills of running with bare feet, having only one scratch across the bottom of her right foot. Looking up she lightly sighed, seeing he was staring at the sky, she knew she should help him sooth his worries like her native name called for but she wasn't sure where to start with him.

When he began to speak she payed more attention to him instead of getting lost in her thoughts as she had been doing. "I suppose it might not have ended well," she recollecting in her mind how he had been slowing down at the end of the tunnel from exhaustion. The man seemed to be like her, built for running; she shivered at the thought of the man in the dark tunnel. Georgiana moved closer at his indication and listened to his questioning, knowing it was odd for her to have been in the right place at that bad moment of time. "I was actually about to close the door when you ran by and then I saw the man and he had a knife and I just new something was wrong, so I took off after him. Though I have to admit I thought you were going to attack me when I came out of the tunnel, your voice was so dark and just brave," she said knowing she wouldn't be able to have so much courage after being chased by another person intent on killing her.

 

[Jake Simpson]

Hearing her comment that he sounded brave he looked at the girl and raised an eyebrow. " I don't think i sounded brave, i felt like i was going to faint. " He said with an honest tone to his voice. He looked back at the ground and noticed the girl did not have any shoes on and had a scratch on her right foot; he let out a quiet chuckle at how unusual it seemed. The ground was dry, but he just thought it was funny. He then realised that the girl might've been in such a rush to help him she forgot to put something on her feet. He felt somewhat flattered that somebody had enough courtesy to run after someone holding a knife, wearing no shoes to help him. He smiled and looked back at the girl and remembered to introduce himself.

" Im Jake by the way, Jake Simpson. " he said politely, the faint light of the street lamp in the background sparkling in his eyes. The girl seemed nice, not like the students from his house at Hogwarts. He looked back at the ground and frowned, he hadn't made any friends since he started Hogwarts, everybody he talked to either ignored him or said something rude and walked away. The feeling of loneliness that struck him before returned. He had no friends, the thought popped into his mind that it might not be him that they dont like, due to the girl that was sitting next to him and acknowledging his existence.

He looked back at the girl and asked "What school do you go to then?" The tone in his voice a little shaky, he was still scared and was ready to attack the man if he walked through the entrance to the tunnel. He wanted to be the one to help the girl if that happened, he would not feel guilty about not paying her back for what she had done. He heard a quiet noise come from the tunnel. He stood up and listened closely. The noise he heard was just water dripping inside the tunnel. He sat back down and looked at the girl "Sorry, just a tad jumpy at the moment." He said casually forcing a smile. He leaned back on his hands to look at the sky and realised his wand fell out of his pocket. "Oh, s**t" he said nervously as he picked it up and put it back into his pocket and looked back at her with a anxious smile on his face hoping she didn't see anything.

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana smiled at him when he said he hadn't been feeling very brave, knowing she would have felt the same way. "You did," she told him looking over at him. She noticed he was looking at her feet and shitfed uncomfortably, though she was glad she didn't have shoes on, it made it harder to run with them on. Mocassions would have been fine but she didn't have any of her's here.

"Georgiana Night, or niwa'aa tsyuæhkúwá' which means Small Dove," she said back to him once he had introduced himself. She wondered where he came from and why he had been out so late but it seemed ruded to ask him, she was glad she had her wand with her in England otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stop the man. Jake seemed to be getting sadder in his face as he continued to think in his head to her, she was glad her native name represented her so well. Being a person for peace and love, she knew just how to talk to people to show them it wasn't really bad as it seemed. Georgiana had helped her friend Shiloh get over her sadness of being from her sister afterall.

"I, uh, actually go to school in New Zealand. It's a private school, by invitation only or older students can transfer but only if they have gone to a school like it somewhere else or have been taught the subjects through homeschooling," she stated quietly hoping he wasn't going to press much farther. She wasn't very sure how to explain to a muggle about a magical school, considering she was positive she hadn't seen him in school. "What," she had been about to ask when he jumped up and walked towards the tunnel. "Oh it's fine. Where do you go?" She questioned hoping to turn the tables to him instead of her and magical school.