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The Epic Harry Potter Challenge 1/20

One year ago - 189 views
The Epic Harry Potter Challenge 1/20
Your House Uniform
 
I used Lucy Hale as myself for this challenge!
 
☠ Pick your house: Gryffindor
☠ Pet: Owl
☠ Pick your favorite teacher: Flitwick
☠ Pick your favorite Class: Potions because I'm really good at it, but I don't like Snape.
☠ Pick your favorite spell: Accio because it's useful when trying to find something.
☠ Pick your best friend: Ginny
☠ Boyfriend: Declan Harding (I just made this name up.) He is in Ravenclaw and is a fourth year.
☠ Pick your job: Hmm....I would work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures because I have always loved creatures and Care of Magical Creatures is also one of my favorite classes.

It's Just a Word...

One year ago - 328 views
It's Just a Word...
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Live

Two years ago - 554 views
Live
CH 2
 
I lay in my bed for a while just thinking of James and replaying in my head the last encounter we had had. It had only been a few minutes after church on a sunny August afternoon.
 
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“Cora. Hey Cora!”
 
I was walking next to my sister Caroline and turned around to see a tall boy with hazel eyes and straight brown hair looking at me. He practically ran right to me and dragged me behind the church where we sat on a bench. In the distance I could hear my sister yelling after us.
 
“Okay if you want to run off like that fine! I'll be waiting for you here!” my sister shouted.
 
“Oh, James, hi! I haven' t seen you in a while.”
 
“Yeah, I know that's why I had to see you. I barely had time to get away from my parents.”
 
“Alright, so what is so urgent.”
 
“Well, for one I have to take an exam tomorrow, and I am extremely nervous of not passing. My parents have been putting so much pressure on me, and I just felt like I needed to talk to someone.”
 
“So, that means you are going to that school?”
 
“I still have to pass that test,” he said and smiled weakly.
 
“Right. Well I wish you luck,” I stiffly replied.
 
“I know you are not to happy about this.”
 
I turned away from him trying desperately not to cry. I also realized I wasn't just sad about the chance that he might leave, but that I was also angry at him. This was the first time we had talked in months! He hadn't even tried to talk to me at the annual end of the year picnic for school. He had been with Levi and some other boys for the duration of the picnic.
 
I knew what his mother thought of me. She disapproved of me because I wasn't a proper lady in her opinion and thought I distracted James from his studies. She obviously had no problem with Levi, and the thing that irritated me the most was that she liked stuck-up Melinda Terpio and invited her over to their house regularly for tea. As a result, Melinda seemed to know a whole lot more about James than I did.
 
“Cora Woods did you hear about James having been chosen to lead the recitation this year! The letter came today in his mail! His mother is positively excited about it!” a very giddy Melinda said.
 
“No I did not,” I responded haughtily.
 
“Are you sure? Oh, well silly me. I thought you would have been first to know. Since you and James are such good friends.”
 
She passed me by with her group of friends giggly very loudly.
 
“Don't mind her, she just does that cause she knows it'll push your buttons,” Violet consolingly said.
 
“I know. I just hate that Melinda Terpio!”
 
“Anyways she just goes over to James house hoping to see him. I think she wants him as her beau, but I heard from Levi that he never pays any attention to her.”
 
“What? She wants him as a beau! I can't see James wanting to court her, but then again lately these days we no longer talk. We are just only fifteen years old. It seems to early to start courting at this age!”
 
“I agree with you. Lets just forget about Melinda and focus our energies on more important topics”
 
As I was talking to James behind the church all these thoughts came rushing to my head, and made me feel very angry at him. I no longer felt like crying, but reproaching him for all these months he had ignored me.
 
“No, I am not happy about this! You can not suddenly want to talk to me after many months of ignoring me,” I said feeling my voice rising at him.
 
He looked down looking ashamed of himself and when he looked up back at me I could tell he was sorry for all these months that had gone by without us speaking to each other.
 
“I know, and I'm sorry. My parents forbade me from seeing you. I know it's no excuse to have ignored you so harshly, but I was so mixed up. I want to be a good son and do as they say, but they can't just take one of my dearest friends away from me. You must think it's stupid that I suddenly realized this, but it's the truth. Please believe me.”
 
I might have not believed him and just walked away, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise.
 
“Of course I believe you,” I said with tears freely streaming down my face now.
 
I spontaneously hugged him and I felt him take me in to his arms with a tight embrace. It was the first time I had ever hugged him, and I couldn't believe I hadn't done this sooner. His sweet scent of clean soap and cinnamon because of his fancy for cinnamon candy was intoxicating and I didn't want to let go of him.
 
“I care for you very much. Never forget that,” he whispered in my ear.
 
“I do too,” I whispered back.
 
James pulled some of my hair away from my face and wiped away my tears gently. He suddenly felt very close to my face and my heart started racing. The next thing I knew his lips lightly brushed against my lips and the most wonderful feeling rushed through my body. I knew I truly cared for him and that I might just love him. When he pulled away he looked into my blue eyes and I into his hazel eyes.
 
Unfortunately it didn't last very long because suddenly Mrs. Gilliam's voice could be heard searching for James, and she was turning the corner to where me and James and I were seated on the bench. We quickly drew apart, and I tried to compose myself by wiping away my tears so that know one would know I had been crying.
 
“James, there you are I have been searching for you. Lets go,” Mrs. Gilliam said.
 
She gave me a look of deep disgust and then turned back to her son expectantly.
 
“Well see you, Cora,” he said to me and walked off with his mother.
 
I returned to my sister who was patiently waiting for me. That night I could not sleep from thinking of the kiss I had shared with James. It had been my first kiss. I wondered if it had been his first too.
 
***
 
Thinking about all this while crying in my bed didn't help matters to feel better about James departure for private school. Had our kiss meant nothing to him?
 
Suddenly I heard a voice through my bedroom door. It was my mother.
 
“I know your upset over James departure, but I have something that I think might make it a little better,” my mother said behind my door.
 
Yeah, right nothing could make me feel better at this moment.
 
“I have a letter from James. I slipped it under your door. I'm sure you will want to read it.
 
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Hey, so this is the second chapter. I hope someone reads this, and please leave reviews of it if you do. Is it any good? I still need title. If you have any title ideas please tell me.
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Saying Goodbye

Two years ago - 459 views
Saying Goodbye
CH 1
 
What had happened? I don't understand. He just left without saying good-bye as if we had never even shared anything special. Didn't our friendship mean anything to him?
 
I had met James when I was six years old at one of my mother's parties that she often hosted. I was very shy and so was he, so we naturally kind of ended up together and only talked to each other. Playing with dolls and being the sociable type had never been my thing so I never had any girl friends or boy friends for that matter, but James was different and I felt I could be myself around him. Ever since that fateful day he and I had become best friends and spent as much time as we could together.
 
We would play any game he could come up with. Usually it was some imaginary game he would come up with from the many books he read about pirates or explorers. During the summer it was all fun and games for us playing out in the sunshine until the last bit of it had gone away. I sometimes remember those long summer days and yearn for them again when everything was less complicated.
 
When school started I was supposed to go with the girls and he with the boys respectively, but we didn't feel like obeying these childish "rules" and would have our lunch together and such. In the one room school house though things worked a little differently and the schoolmaster, Mr. Moore, who was very tall and had a nose that reminded me of a pig, on the first day reprimanded James and me.
 
"What are you doing, Mr. Gilliam! Boys do not sit with girls! It is quite improper! Over to the boys' side, NOW! ," Mr. Moore practically spat in poor James face.
 
His hazel eyes were filled with fear from Mr. Moore's sudden outburst and quickly moved to the boys' side and sat down next to Cole McDaniels, a blond boy with brown eyes who gave him a warm smile to try and calm him down.
 
"Miss Woods and Mr. Gilliam please don't disrupt the order of this classroom again or I will be forced to take action in the form of a more severe punishment. Is that understood?" Mr. Moore asked.
 
" Yes, sir," James and I responded quietly.
 
We soon learned that Mr. Moore was known for having a bad temper and that little things would be enough to set him off. Even knowing that many boys still risked punishment by making drawings of Mr. Moore closely resembling a pig on their slates. These would often be passed around the classroom resulting in many students trying to stifle giggles. It was a particularly dangerous activity since Mr. Moore was very loose on handing out punishments and wouldn't hesitate to use corporal punishment if it was necessary, but despite all that no one was ever caught. James and I didn't participate in the making of these drawings, but we certainly did see a good many drawings of a very pig like Mr. Moore.
 
Since we had learned on our first day how unacceptable it was in the school room for boys and girls to sit next to each other we both began to make friends with other people. This didn't hinder our friendship in any way, but we certainly did spend less time together during the school year. He ate lunch with me at first, but eventually he started eating lunch with the boys and I with the girls. I made a lot of new friends as did he and I made many wonderful new friends whom I could talk to about clothes and such girl stuff. I was still a bit of a tom boy, so I would occasionally play with the boys even though they teased me at first calling me a girl and saying there was no way I could be good at any game they played. James was the only one who didn't tease and convinced the other boys to give me a chance. They soon found out I could play just as good and hard as them. I know I didn't look like much. I was a short skinny six year old girl with dark brown hair and light blue eyes who didn't look very intimidating, but I proved them wrong and from them on whenever I wanted to join them there was no teasing.
 
I have to admit though my new friends were especially nice and we would have such grand times playing and talking together. There was one friend I was particularly fond of and her name was Violet Barlow. Other than James she was the one other person I could tell anything to.
 
As the years went by things started changing, but the one thing that always remained constant was summer. In the summer we were free to do whatever we wanted without having to worry about school and what our classmates thought about us. We were as care free as any kids could be during the summer and had as much fun as we possibly could. Sometimes Violet would join us or James good friend Levi.
 
Suddenly, during the summer I was fourteen everything changed and summer wasn't the same. James was not allowed to play with me anymore and do whatever he wanted during summer. His parents had suddenly decided he was too old to be playing with a girl like me who wasn't important enough to be one of James' friends. I rarely saw him and when I did he would rant to me about his parents making him stay in the house all day studying with a tutor in the hopes of getting him into a private school somewhere in the east even though he could care less about some fancy private school. Apparently they didn't think our little school here in Bay Grove was good enough for him. It's not that I didn't want James to have the best education possible, but I could tell he wasn't too excited about the prospect or how his parents were cutting him off from all his friends.
 
That is how things started to slowly change and I ended up asking myself all these questions about why he hadn't even said good-bye. It might have been too painful for him to do that, but it still didn't make me feel any better to have found out from snobby Melinda Terpio that he had left for private school. I lay in in my bed and cried until I could no longer cry.

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Hmmm....I don't know if this is a good story. Should I continue it? If so what should I name it ? I don't have any ideas so far. As you can see this was an attempt at writing a story that has been in my head for a while. I always have stories in my head but I never write them down. I decided why not since I was really bored.
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