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[Petros Karras]

Petros woke with a start, looking around he netting his forehead in confusion. He was in some sort of hotel room, the pillows and mattress were fluffy and warm they were definitely nicer than stuff he had at school. Looking around he starting put things together; the room was far too neat for just him being there. The other side of the bed wasn’t slept in however and he sighed. Sitting up he realized he was fully dressed and was relieved. The grogginess of morning wore off finally and he shook his head. He stayed in his sister’s room. She hadn’t slept in the bed and felt like a jerk. Looking around he sighed, she was nowhere to be seen and he stood to investigate. The smell of coffee brought him to the small sitting area and he saw a cup sitting on the table, looking further into the area he saw her standing on the balcony.

That cup is for you.” He looked at the cup and shook his head. She already had developed the eyes in the back of her head. How did they do it? Taking the cup he added sugar and cream, he would never understand how Eudoxia and Atlas managed to mainline black coffee the way they did. Taking a sip he smiled at the sugary liquid and walked out to the balcony where she was cradling her mug in her hands. There were several open books on the small table and it appeared like she hadn’t slept all night. “I um, I’m sorry I took over the bed.” She smiled and shook her head at him. Don’t worry, I was up all night working on something.” Looking at him she sat in one of the chairs. The silence was easy and Petros sat beside her. There was something wrong, something she wouldn’t talk about and he felt like it had to be more than Lot.

After he drained his cup she told him she was going to get dressed and he watched as the people below him moved around. Providence was a rather sleepy little town and he wondered how much trouble one could possibly expect in Montana. Almost a ssoon as she left she returned. ”Come on I’ll walk you back to school.” He had been complaining about a few things and she must have been able to sense the fact he was ready to be alone for a little while. That and it seemed she had work to do anyway. They made their way back in silence and he was glad she wasn’t in a talkative mood. Maybe she would get some sleep once she dropped him off. They stood at the entrance to the academy and she faced him. Kissing his cheeks she held his face and looked into his eyes. ”Behave.” Was all she said and he nodded looking down at this feet. Then she hugged him and playfully slapped his chest before she turned to leave. Laughing lightly he watched as she went.

Petros sighed, but his face lit up as before she turned the corner she looked at him, waved and blew a kiss. In a moment of childish joy he pretended to grab the kiss out of the air and put it in his pocket. Shaking his head at himself he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against a lamppost. What was he doing? He felt like a complete idiot. Maybe he just enjoyed getting the attention from his sister he had always wanted. With a sigh he me moved his hands from his pockets to cross his arms over his chest doing so he successfully emptied his pockets and with an exasperated sigh he bent to pick up his things.

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

A young slender dark haired woman stood in front of two large doors with a brown battered suitcase lent up against her leg with a just as equally battered satchel slung over her shoulders. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a tie dyed tee shirt which looked as if it could have come from the sixties. On her feet sat a pair of black leather boots that had seen better days but still were clean and well kept. The sun was out but dark clouds loomed on the horizon.

This was Jacqueline Dark angel. A quiet, shy but polite woman who mostly drew and kept to herself , she had found herself thrown out into the world on the death of her mother who confessed to her on her death bed that she wasn’t her true mother. She had come here to she hoped to start a new life

Now she stood in front of the gates of providence academy and nervous as hell at being there. She was use to being alone and not seeing any one for days now she was thrown into a world where she would have to speak to and see people everyday.

As she stood she saw a male figure standing against a lamp post as she watched she saw him drop something on the floor. Taking hold of the handle of her battered case she moved to where he now crouched gathering the things that had spilt from his pocket moments before, she spotted a coin half hid by a piece of paper not far from her bending down she picked both the coin and paper up.

“Erm, is this yours?” she asked holding out the coin and paper in her hand “I couldn’t help notice from over there that you seemed to have dropped your things, could you use some help in picking them up?” she asked her dark eyes only glancing at him as she stood in front of him one hand grasping her case the other holding the coin and paper out in front of her.

Placing her bag down again beside her she looked around at the things that lay scattered on the ground then back to him.
“My names Jacqueline, Jacqueline Dark angel, please don’t take me for my name, I’m nether Dark or an angel” her voice trembled slightly as she spoke “Do you go to this academy?” Jacqueline pointed to the two large doors behind her then spotting a few more things knelt and gathered them together. she didn't look at him as she did for she was nervous enough about starting a new school and possibly a new life in providence. It was not in her nature to walk up and start talking to a complete stranger but something about him had made her. With the things now in her hands she stood up tucking her hair behind her ear as she did.

“I think that’s all of it” she said softly she shivered as a cold wind blew around her bare arms making tiny bumps appear on her pink skin as she stood with his things in her hands.

Looking at him she could see he must play sports or something along those lines as he to her looked well toned. She turned her eyes away realizing she shouldn’t be looking at him.
But what was he, in her travels she had met only old men never some one that looked like him. He had no wrinkles, no weather beaten look in fact his skin looked smooth if a bit dark in areas. He didn’t stoop or use a walking stick and it puzzled her, made her curious to what he was . His hair was brown like the colour of her satchel she fought with herself resisting the urge to reach in her satchel and take out her sketch book to draw him but she couldn’t help take in his features as she stood still holding his things in her hands

[Petros Karras]

Petros sighed, he watched her as she disappeared from his sight. He should have told her to stay, he didn’t really like being alone and he had no idea where Parker was at the moment. From his crouch position he lost sight of her and returned to gathering. There wasn’t much he had wanted to keep in his pockets but he couldn’t just leave them there either. Something about littering bothered him. Well at this point in time everything bothered him. The fact Lot was wanted for murder, as much as he wasn’t surprised he still hated that Lot was dumb enough to get himself caught. It only added to the stress of the family, except for of course Atlas. Nothing ever touched Atlas. It must be nice to be so emotionally closed off. As much as Petros pretended he didn’t care, he did.

Then the girl had approached him and at first nothing registered. He was tired and everything in his life seemed unsure and he couldn’t trust much to remain the same for the next few years. It was hard to pick up the pieces of your life when you have no motivation to do so. He stared out at the girl waiting for his brain to catch up with what was going on he took his things from her and put them back in his pockets. He looked at the slip of parchment and smiled, the loopy handwriting was his sisters. It was a reminder to behave, smile and remember the weight of the world was not on his shoulders. For such a terrifying individual she was surprisingly sweet, and nodded. She definitely had the heart of his mother. Standing he remembered that someone was there with him, not being the social kind of person he sighed.

“Uh, sorry. Thanks.” He kept it to a few words. “Um, I’m Petros.” With a simple smile he looked at her bag and nodded. “Uh yeah. This would be my school, looks like you’ve been shipped here as well then.” He shrugged, he wasn’t use to this sort of thing and was slowly but surely deciding he didn’t really like it. “I’m sorry, I’m just distracted” He gestured towards the direction Eudoxia had walked off in and sighed. “Welcome to Providence, don’t piss any of the teachers off.” He offered his advice and stood there awkwardly.

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

Jacqueline placed the things she had collected in his hands then took a step back, some what feeling she was intruding on his space. As he introduced himself, she smiled politely and nodded. This to her was an awkward moment. Usually about now she would say something totally wrong and be chased down the street or feel so uncomftable she would turn and leave.

Jacqueline looked at her bag as he mentioned it, chuckling at his use of the word shipped “Ow, yeah, my last employer thought here would be good for me” she said as she watched him gesture in the direction a woman who had left him earlier had gone. “Your girl friend?” she asked but quickly shook her head “I’m sorry it’s none of my business, I shouldn’t have asked” she quickly added, taking a second step back. On hearing his welcome, she again nodded but was puzzled at his comment of not annoying the teachers.

“Forgive me for asking but, not that I would, but, why is …” she paused, biting her lip at using his word “pissing off the teachers a bad thing?” she asked as she shivered slightly again, the cool breeze whipped around her like a dog around its masters heels. Her dark hair blew across her face as she stood looking at him, waiting for an answer but she ignored it as her dark eyes, like polished ebony, watched his face.

Her fingers rubbed the soft, worn leather of the satchel that hung loosely at her side. Her fingers still itching to draw him but she knew that the longer she saw his face, the better her drawing would be. Her memory had an almost perfect recall when it came to faces, although maths and history still were a problem for her. She never liked to look back in any situation, for her own past was one she didn’t want to ever look back on. It was filled with fear, hate, death and blood, mainly her own. All she wanted to do now, was go forward.

[Petros Karras]

Nodding he understood, well sort of understood. With a shrug he laughed, that was the second person that had asked if she was the girlfriend. Did he really look like the type of guy who could get someone like that? “Uh, no she is older, out of my league and off limits.” Shaking his head he laughed again, it seemed a little odd that she would be mistaken for his girlfriend but then again the only thing they really had in common were their eyes. His mother always said they shared the same eyes and he liked that he could see himself in his older sibling. “She’s my sister.” With a shrug he kicked at the cement, “And my guardian. My mother died.” He nodded and continued. “I’m just worried about her, you know what happened at the ministry in Greens England? She was in the building when it blew up. Something about paperwork. And It’s not like she slows down ya know? And her job is stressful and I know im not helping out much..”

He trailed off and gave her an apologetic look. Petros was usually nto the type who unloaded information on someone but he felt like he had been holding it in so long he would have told a bird if he thought it chirped at him. “Sorry.” He shoved his hands back in his pocket and pushed walked around, he had trouble staying still and he looked back at her. “Uh, well my guardian is here because I have pissed off teachers, and I have at least a month’s worth of detention and now I’m getting pressure from both school and her and unless you want to have a miserable time here it would be best to just remain in the background.”

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

Jacqueline stood looking at Petros as he said the woman who had left him was older and off limits she was puzzled buy his comment but only till he told her the woman she had seen was his sister, her cheeks suddenly found them selves turning bright red.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t know she doesn’t look like you at all. “ Jacqueline then heard him mention his mother dieing, knowing all to well the feeling of lose it brought, having been threw it herself, almost nine years ago. Standing there she watched him shift where he stood, as if uncomftable with talking to her. “I know the feeling of losing a mother all to well, you see, I lost mine nine years ago.” she said as if trying to reassure him that he was not alone.

Jacqueline paused for a moment, as what she was about to say was out of character for her and she felt uncomftable to say the lest “I wouldn’t worry about your sister, she’s probably just trying to cope the best way she can, given the circumstances, I mean with what happened in the ministry, back in England “she now felt a little tongue tide and more than a little out of place, so much so her heart beat faster in her chest that she thought even he would hear it from where he stood.

Jacqueline looked down at her own dirty boots before she spoke again “erm, don’t think me forward, but if you need to talk, I’m a good listener” she paused for a moment “since being new, I won’t have any one to talk to yet” she glanced up at him then back down at the ground and a stone she gently moved with the tip of her boot.

[Petros Karras]

“Yeah. Thanks.” His entire life he had done his best to look more like his siblings, they all had the tan exotic look and well he looked like the American mistake. He sighed, he thought he was starting to see where the looked alike but apparently not. If perfect strangers mistook her for his girlfriend, which in itself was creepy, then he must not really be able to see the resemblance. Petros needed to learn how to stop forcing things; his mother had always told him this and apparently he took her death for him to take it to heart. “I suppose I should listen to what someone once told me, everybody dies.” He shrugged. “You and I are not the first and we won’t be the last to loose someone close to us.” With a shrug he let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the pole resting his head there to it was tilted slightly towards the sky.

If Petros had believed in his mother’s muggle religion he would have imagined her looking back into his face taking care of him from above. As tempting as it was to believe he knew it was crap, his mother’s body was buried deep in the ground rotting. Eudoxia had offered to take him there, but he didn’t know what good that would do, while her body was there, it wasn’t her and all the things he wanted to say to her would have no way of getting to her. That was something he wanted to ask her, about what one did when visiting a gravesite. With a resigned shrug he looked back at Jacqueline “There’s more to it then that. It’s complicated and a little more than messy.” It was the truth but the last thing he wanted to do was go on about how his brother the known muggle hater and front page news for murder was probably working with the new dark lord and he worried for not only his safety but the safety of Eudoxia. “I guess the fact I almost lost my guardian so shortly after the death of my mother. But again everybody dies. I’m not really a good person to talk to. I hate the world and everybody in it.” He shrugged and nodded.

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

Jacqueline stood quietly listening. Her ears now taking in every word he spoke, each sounding as if her own. Jacqueline knew entirely too well what the world was like, having spent ten years living from day to day, scrounging for food or money, hoping it would see her through that day.

Jacqueline felt the pain of loss, once again dig deep into her heart as she stood looking at him. It was a cold feeling, one she had hoped to forget. But his words brought them back with a vengeance, bringing anger along with it. Anger at the people who had hurt her and used her to their own profitable gain.

“I don’t know what its like. To almost lose someone after losing you mother, “she said “but what you said, about hating the world and everything in it, there must be some good thing here. Your sister perhaps” she said “you still have her. That can’t be a bad thing.” she shifted nervously again where she stood on the dirt path, as once again, within the last few minuets, her thoughts turned to her own loneliness and how she had stayed alone. Not being able to find any one to share her life with or her pain. Or who would understand her, not that she would want to share her pain with anyone.

Jacqueline thought back to the day her own mother died. Cold and wet, she stood beside the grave, looking down at the body covered in sacking that lay below as the rain beat against her back. She had struggled with her own demons, keeping them locked deep inside her, the torment of not knowing who or where she was from. Going from having a home and security, to nothing. Not even a name to be called by. It was not something she would want to wish on any one. Not even her worst enemy.

If she had one, which she didn’t.

Standing there, Jacqueline looked at Petros. Her heart went out to him but for now she knew there was nothing more she could do. She fought to understand her own demons and troubles, along with the problems that come with starting a new school.

Jacqueline looked around, trying to get unpleasant thoughts from her head. She glanced at Petros and then to the greenery around the school. It really was a nice place. Whether she would fully like the school she had no idea but so long as she took heed to what Petros had said and didn’t get into trouble, she‘d be fine.

She hoped.

[Petros Karras]

He let out a sigh, he felt like all he had been doing the past few days was hold his breath only to sigh a few moments later. Things had relaxed when Atlas owled, telling him just what was happening. Then just a little bit more once he finally saw her. Things were off however in the family and he knew without much effort they would remain this way. Shrugging he kicked at the ground slightly. “I guess. I mean who knows what’ll happen once she has the parent teacher conference.” He had to get use to the new arrangement, With another shrug he pushed off the lamp post. Standing at his full height he rubbed hi arm and nodded towards the girl.

“Well welcome to Providence anyway. It’s a nice place thus far. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Petros turned to leave he was in a rather bad mood and he could only imagine his anger exploding, or him saying and or doing something he would regret. Besides he needed to shower and change and get ready for whatever he would be doing. Not to mention he wanted to chat with Parker about a few things before he forgot.

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

Jacqueline watched the man stand to his full height she had not noticed his height, till now, as he was head and shoulders above her, she sighed as she looked down at her brown battered suit case, then back to him, smiling slightly she spoke again her voice soft and gentle “Wait!" she shouted "you wouldn't know the person I’m supposed to report to.” she said as once again she pulled out the battered folded letter that had lined her pocket for several weeks, the paper looked dog eared and yellowed as it sat in her hand.

Jacqueline looked at him and held it out to him “ You see I have this letter but is doesn’t say who I am to report to, would you know who it is?” as she stood her eyes caught the sun glinting once again like polished saphires as she looked at him, waiting.

Jacqueline had noticed the clouds that had threatened rain earlier had now passed and now the sun shone, warming her. She turned her head to it feeling its warmth for a moment but then turned back to face Petros, she saw his tanned skin and brown hair now illuminated by the sun as he stood, a thought entered her head that made her blush, but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. It was then she noticed a small insect on his shirt, she stepped forward her hands cupped infront of her.

“if you’ll excuse me “she said scoping the bug into her hands then with a gentle blow she let it fly away “I was afraid you would kill it “ she said “I don’t like to see any thing or one in pain” she smiled warmly as she turned to face him.

[Petros Karras]

The girl called to him and he sighed, he was tired and in a rather foul mood and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with people. Turning he stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed as he looked at the letter. “The headmistress, or one the deputy heads, whomever is in the main office.” It seemed like a fairly obvious thing buy Petros was learning he overestimated mankind in general and was close to giving up on it altogether. “If no one is there I’m sure someone is around who can help you.” He nodded and turned to go but yet again she stopped him. He stared at her as she reached out and touched him. Petros was not a big fan of being touched, there were very few exceptions and they were rarely made. Looking over the girl he wrinked his brow in confusion.

“Just a bug.” He shook his head and looked at her. “Like I said, welcome to Providence, I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He waved at her and then turned to leave. Petros had enough of being social for a while.

[Jacqueline Darkangel]

Jacqueline smiled "thank you, and i hope you find what you lost" she said watching him as he walk away, but something in side her told her she wouldn't be seeing him again and it made her sad to think that.

Turning she picked up her bag and looked at the big wooden doors , with a last glance back in the direction that petros had gone she took her first step towards the doors her mind going over what he had said, that she had to go to the main office and find the head mistress or her deputy, thats if she could find it her sense of direction inside wasn't as good as her sense of direction out side in fact she hated being inside , she preferred to be out under the sky.

Reaching out she grasped the handle of the door and pushed it open feeling the cool air that came from within, pushing it open further she looked inside , even with the light it looked dark and scary to her.

She stood for a moment before stepping in onto the stone floor of the main hallway, she shivered at the cool air and the smell of knowledge that hung like a thick blanket , slowly as she looked around at the dusty oil paintings of previous teachers and students Jacqueline smiled " just as i imagined it would look like" she said moving further in.