LGFUAD

[Haley Gordon]

It was almost winter, it was cold, and it was raining outside. Haley Gordon was walking the halls in the late afternoon, having nothing better to do than to re-explore the ever changing corridors of Trios Hogwarts. It had been what, a month since she had stepped into these halls? They, like they were supposed to, had drastically changed and, yet, still managed to remain the same. The directions to a certain place was different but that was normal for the school, it seemed. Or maybe Haley simply got lost more than she usually did. Maybe the school no longer liked her.

The girl was different that she was before. Days without sunlight plus disease had given her a pale skin where she could almost pass for a vampire. Her hair was multicolored at it's tips in neon colors of orange, blue, purple, and red. This change in hair was inspired by her friend Holden Caulfield who had wanted to multi-color her whole head. Well, she hoped that they were still friends...it would really suck if they weren't. Other changes were simply her choice of clothing. She had become a concert freak and had scoured the muggle internet for many a band shirt. Her pants of choice were still, however, beige cargo pants. You can't abandon the basics. And her favorite shoes? Red and black checkered Vans. Haley's eyes, however, were only slightly different. She now used make-up more regularly and wore eyeliner frequently but they were otherwise the same.

Today she had decided to base her whole outfit around her eyes . The amethyst orbs were still like they were when they left with only perhaps more life and, as already mentioned, more eyeliner. Now, they were reflected in today's ensemble. Mirroring her love of concerts, she now had a purple and black striped Motion City Soundtrack hoodie. Her vans were bewitched purple for the occaision and even her nails were painted purple. She was wearing jeans because all of her cargo pants needed to be washed. The only non-purple item besides the pants was the small brown bag slung around her shoulder that held several miscellaneous items.

Enough about the description; Haley was in the hallway and it was raining outside. As much as Haley would love to go outside in the rain, she was advised medically against it in the warm much less the cold. Even though she was cured for good her immune system was apparently shot temporarily or something which was a drag. The potions that she had to take were utterly unbearable in taste and they often left her woozy which was never fun. Then again, since when did taking medicine become fun. In this case she agreed with Holden: she would rather have a shot.

"Let's get effed up and die. I am speaking figuratively of course like the last time that I commited suicide, social suicide." Haley sang rather loudly. She had an alright voice actually and MCS was on the brain so guess who she sang? Of course she had to clean the f word a little. It would be nice or a teacher to walk past her singing that word. Can someone say detention? Not cool...

The fifth year walked around the corner, not knowing exactly what she would see when she got there. Who knew? Someone new or someone old. All she did know was that she was there and that whoever she encountered would get to hear LGFUAD by Motion City Soundtrack, the band that owns the lyrics. She wondered what their reaction would be. Reactions were always fun.[/font]

[Holden J. Caulfield]

I am an arms dealer.
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
And don't really care, which side wins as long as the room keeps singing.
That's just the business I'm in.

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Holden sat quietly at the Hufflepuff Table. Conversations were getting louder and louder. It was beginning to irritate him considerably. A second year next to him was screaming at his friend that was directly next to him. Holden's fist began to ball up as the second year began getting louder and louder.

The child's annoying voice seemed to be ringing in his ears. It was like a high pitched whiny voice that wouldn't shut the hell up. Now it seemed as if the younger year Hufflepuff was screaming right into his ear. Holden couldn't take it anymore. Before he realized it he snapped.

"SHUT THE HELL UP! HE'S RIGHT FREAKIN' NEXT TO YOU! THERE IS NO REASON TO BE SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR 'EFFIN LUNGS! I DON'T CARE WHO THE HELL YOU'RE GOING OUT WITH! NO ONE GIVES A CRAP! JUST SHUT UP BEFORE I CURSE YOU!"

The two younger years eyes went wide in terror. Holden yelled at him. They had never known him to do that. They thought he was pretty cool and amazing. Now he was scary as hell. The two other Hufflepuffs nodded and quietly began talking.

A sigh came out of Holden's lips as he sat his fork down. Now he was no longer hungry. His apatite had left him. Holden ruffled his hair and got up. Time for a walk to cool down. The Great Hall was too loud for his taste still.

He walked down the hall getting further and further away from the echoing hall. Holden put his hands into his Avenged Sevenfold hoodie. Under his hoodie he wore an Avenged Sevenfold shirt to match along with his hoodie. A red and white bandanna hung out of his back pocket. Holden's hair was in a mess since he didn't brush nor straighten it this morning. He hadn't been in the mood to wait thirty minutes for his straightener to get heated then spend another thirty minutes straighting his hair to perfection. On his feet he wore black and red Vans.

Holden wondered what he should do today. It was mid-noon and he didn't know where any of his friends were. Levi and Jackson seemed to have disappeared again. Avery was off somewhere. Amanda was probably studying. Alessa was...elsewhere. Nathaniel? He didn't know him well enough to ask him to hang out with him. Did Nathaniel even want to talk to the buggah? Holden couldn't tell.

Maybe I should go down to the pitch to practice. I know I have work tonight most definitely. Miss Williams is probably mad at me or something. I did send her a letter though about my absent. Hopefully she hasn't fired me. Which reminds me, I need to write Dad.

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The sixth year began to think about his journal. He hadn't written in that thing in ages. Holden had to definitely update it soon. Something wasn't happening but he just felt...different. The Hufflepuff couldn't describe it but he felt...happy...anxious. Was this a good or a bad thing?

Holden bumped into someone and took a step back. Who did he walk into? His head tilted and his brown hair got into his eyes. The female had blonde hair with rainbow colored tips. Cool. He looked harder at her. Did he know this girl? She looked familiar but couldn't place her. Why does she look so familiar?[/color]

His head went back up straight. A deep breath was taken and he said, "Sorry ma'am." Ma'am? When do I ever say 'Ma'am'?[/color] Holden frowned at the question and continued to look at the girl. Maybe she knew him and she could say her name or something.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[Haley Gordon]

Here she was walking along and then Haley gets pushed back into the crossing by a boy who wasn't paying attention. How quaint--she now lost the place in her song. It was a good song too, she liked it very much. Still, might as well see who had committed the second part of the accident. Haley couldn't really be mad at the person; she hadn't been paying attention either.

Well, she might as well take a look at the person first then bother with what he said later. He was tall, real tall. over six feet tall. And, since Haley is short, she could easily see how tall he actually was. He was a tower and she was the moat. Haley used to be around five feet tall but her illness had actually taken a way a few inches of that. She had shrunk like a midget and was now an uncomfortable 4 foot nine inches. Things she used to be able to reach she needed her wand to accio them to her. How embarassing!

Going away from the boy's height she stopped her observation. Why bother when you knew who the person was? All that she could do was stand there agape with her mouth open like an idiot. Yes, the smart Haley Gordon an idiot? Well, she did have her moments. Everyone did. But still, standing in front of her was none other than...

"Holden!" Her response was a shout that echoed in the hallway. Passing years looked at her like she was strange but she ignored them. That or she did not see them--she was sure that there was some raised eyebrows that she had not caught. They were unimportant at the moment. Holden mattered most. What was with that weird look he was giving her? He hadn't even used her name.

Haley groaned. He didn't recognize her. How? Maybe it was because of the new height difference or the hair. Who knew? But how can he not recognize her purple eyes! No one else had them, after all. It was...absurd, strange--and entirely her fault. Raising her hands to her face, Haley removed the sunglasses she had placed upon her nose, looking at Holden with her unusual purple eyes in full blown view.

"You are forgiven. If you really need to be forgiven. For all you know, I could have bumped into you. Maybe I'm a little conspirator and this is my master conspiracy," the fifth year replied. She didn't release her name yet, she noticed. After a few moments debate, Haley decided she didn't need to. She had dated this person and told him her life story. He knew more about her than probably anyone on this Earth. If he bothered to remember, that was. Hopefully he did. Hopefully.

Now she was debating again on whether or not to let him know. He had to recognize her now with her purple eyes. However, this was Holden Caulfield--a ticking timebomb of surprise. You never knew with him. Never. Randomosity was his castle and he was its lord. Or God. Yeah, God fit way better.

"How was Canada? I would have to imagine it was cold. Is your dad alright? How has he been? How is the morgue doing for him?" Haley decided definitely not to tell him. Like she said, he should know. Might as well talk to him some more. If he didn't know then he had a bad memory and was due to be freaked out. Maybe she could pretend to be a prophecist, a fortune teller. That would be funny.

"Remember, Twilight is Eternal and Jacob Black must die. Not just disappear, but die." Haley laughed at this random remark. She was going to make him remember but it would be he who said her name. It would be a fun game. Who will win?
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[Holden J. Caulfield]

Holden continued to stare at the girl. Why did she look familiar? Who the hell was she? He began racking his brain for her name. Oh why did this have to happen to him? Why oh why? A sigh came from his lips as he tried to remember.

Not Amanda, Nathaniel, Jackson, Avery, Jessica, Maci, Xio, nor Alessa. Who the hell are you?

[/color] Holden bit his lip as he continued to rack his brain for a name. So many people knew him yet he didn't know who they were. Why did always happen too?

His eyes brightened as she practically screamed out his name. What the hell? There we go again with people knowing him and he not them. Well this girl seemed to know him pretty well. Now if she would only say her name. That would have helped a lot. But nothing was coming up. Grawr. Who else knew him?

Upon him he felt some eyes glare at him. Maybe it was his height or maybe it was because Haley screamed out his name. Holden unbit his lip and continued to look at her. Haley moved down her sunglasses and his eyes went wide. Haley? His mouth gaped open as the name clicked and the lightbulb over his head clicked.

"H-H-Haley?," he stuttered. Boy he hadn't seen this girl in ages. Wow. Holden had seen her last term in class but never really talked her. Five minute conversations but that was it. Wow, Haley Gordon. She had changed so much.

Holden let out a laugh as she started saying the most random things. Yes, Jacob Black needed to die and rot. Morgue? What would his dad being at the morgue? Did she know something he didn't? He tried figuring that out be he came out clueless.

"Why would my Dad be at the morgue? He's a photographer." Or at least he was when I last checked.[/color] Holden shook his head and chuckled. "Haley, I went to Canada my third to fourth year. I haven't been there in ages. I live in London remember? Had this smart Ravenclaw turned dumb or something. But it was funny.

He hadn't talked to this girl in ages. Wow. This was so odd and random, but he loved it. It was really good to see an old face. Sometimes you could get so sick of seeing the same faces over and over again. Holden ran his hand through his hair and continued to look at her.

"And you're still short," he smiled. That was mean. >=] But she would forgive him easily. Holden couldn't believe his eyes. Haley Gordon. By golly gee wiz Batman! Holy cabooses!

"But anyway. How have you been? What have you been up to? My Gawd Hal. It's been ages."[/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]

[Haley Gordon]

Haley had so patiently waited as she watched his expressions and listened to his words. When it finally clicked she had to laugh and collasped temporarily on the floor before positioning herself back to whence she was before. Priceless. For everything else there's master card. If you use master card. Sadly master card hated magic folk.

"Someone told me their daddy was a mortician. For someone reason I thought it was yours. Wow, poor boy whose daddy's occupation I mixed up. Haley is sorry. She curtsey's before her princess, Princess Holden. Does he forgive thee?" She kept up the random act. Why? Because she was hyper and that was what hyper people do. If she could, she would literally bounce off the walls. But she didn't. She might bounce into Holden and send him to the hospital. Haley now hated hospitals.

"And I know you live in London. Otherwise you wouldn't be here but you would be in some Canada witches school. Or America's wizardry school. But why be in North American when you can be in Europe? I remember that you went to Canada for vacation. I was invited but I was being hospitalized so I couldn't go. Not that I would have gone--we weren't really speaking. I think you got mad at me for something I did (not uncommon) and we simply stopped talking."

Talking to Holden and remembering was like a wave of the ocean that crashed you out and then proceeded to take you back in threw the undertow. She started to blush a little bit but she slapped herself mentally. Bad old feelings, bad! The chances of Holden ever dating her again were pretty slim. Ha, the chances of anyone dating Haley were pretty slim. Such a sick girl was she. Well, she wasn't sick anymore. Haley Gordon was perfectly healthy. Her train of stupid thought was broken. A loud gasp escaped her mouth and she pretended to look hurt.

"Short! I am not short! You just grew to the size of a house! Do you have giant's blood in you? I bet you do. You're too tall!" Haley complained mockingly. She poked him too, which was an old habit.

"How have I been? In St. Mungo's. I was sick again and almost died but they found out what was wrong and fixed it. Unfortunately it had negative effects. Look at me Holden, I am shorter. I am not even five feet tall anymore. It's depressing. Now I am simply trying to pass school. I should have graduated ages ago...and now you have surpassed me! I am still in the fifth year." Haley hummed idly. LGFUAD was still stuck in her head. That or her mind was numb from being hyper and seeing Holden. It had been ages--far too long in her opinion. Holden Caulfield was a character. Literally.

"But enough about you! How have you been!"[/font]

[Holden J. Caulfield]

Holden looked to Haley then laughed. Him a giant blood, never. He shook his head and stared at her. "No, I don't have giant's blood in me. My dad is only six foot and my mom was five foot five. I'm just six foot three. It's not tall at all. I've had friends that were six foot seven."

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His hands went into his pockets as he rocked on his feet. Holden listened to the story of Haley being in St. Mungo's. A frown came upon his face. Why hadn't she told him earlier why she wasn't in St. Mungo's? He would have came to keep her company on weekends.

"Wow. I'm sorry to hear that. That really does suck. I mean, wow. You should have wrote me. I would have spent time with you on weekends. Hell, I would have pushed you around in a wheelchair having races with you."[/color] Don't tell me wheelchair races aren't fun. You're so lame, my Gawd.

Holden spun around and banged his head for no reason. Random moment much. "I've been good. Hanging out with Amanda mostly. Avery and Jackson have disappeared. I haven't seen Levi around much. Jessica left school. Maci, I think left too. Then I found you. That's about it. Quidditch try-outs. Homework. Class. I was ranked highest in History of Magic last term.

"But either than that I haven't been up to much. I just got over a cold. It was really bad. I lost my voice for a couple days. I blame Amanada. See gave us try-outs in the rain."[/color] He really didn't blame her. Holden had made her mad at him. >=]

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[Haley Gordon]

"Well, Holden, I might have wrote were I up to writing. I was kinda knocked out for the whole time. Though I should have written as I got better. I guess I meant to but never had the time...Ha! I wonder if wheelchair races are possible there. We could always just have stolen a couple of wheelchairs from a muggle hospital. Although I think we would have been caught and sent into a psycho ward. That would not be fun. Now, putting a doctor in a wheelchair and pushing him off the stairs might be amusing. And speaking of hospitals..." Haley got onto her tip toes, examining Holden's head for a few moments. He kept jabbering away so she assumed he was fine and began to walk normally.

The action, however, reminded her about her shortness and she mock-pouted.
"You're a liar. You have to have giant blood somewhere. Why am I so short now? No fair, you took my inches! Give them back, I demand you!" Haley whimpered, not meaning it but managing to pull off a nice crying face. A few moments later and a smile exploded onto her face before a frown took it's place.

"That has gotta suck. I don't know a lot of people here. A lot of my classmates from younger years have graduated already and doing great things now. Well, I hope they're great. Sorry that some of your friends left school or disappeared. You were very close to Avery and Jackson. Jackson looked almost exactly like you. It was uncanny..." Haley mused, looking up at Holden. "Since I don't really know a lot of people here and I disappear myself I don't really miss a lot of people. I missed you, of course. You were nice to me and cared!"

With this, Haley laughed, placing her hands in her pocket. She took a few moments of silence, looking around and trying to get the song out of her head. At last, it was out--only to be replaced by Atrophy by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Great.

"Ugh, colds. I better not get a cold. My immune system is still a little shot. I am not allowed to stress or study too much. Doctors said that was one of the reasons I got sick. The other bit was a hereditary thing. Even when they're dead my parents STILL try and kill me!" Haley rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "What should we do? I have no idea. We can do whatever we want to do. Even go outside but I am not dressed for it. Well, I could always conjure a coat..."

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[Holden J. Caulfield]

The Hufflepuff looked down at his friend. Her shortness was kind of funny to him. He had always been taller than her by several inches but now he was like the Green Giant. Hn. Holden's father had never been tall since he was only six foot. His mother had been five foot six when she was up and walking.

He honestly didn't care what they did as long as it didn't involve Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Holden had to work there on weekends and sometimes during the week. He didn't want to spend his off times in the shop too. I better bring that up or she'll end up making me walk all the way there. Go figure. "I don't care what we do as long as it doesn't involve Hogsmeade. I have to work tonight and I really really don't want to spend my off hours there too."

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There was no reason for her to conjure a coat while they were inside. "How about we just stay inside. It's really warm and you know how I hate the cold. I really don't want to get a snowball in my face. I'm neither in the mood nor am I up to the cold."[/color] Holden looked around the hallway as people continued to walk past them.

The sixth year began rocking on his feet again. What could they do? Well there wasn't much to do around in the school sept for the Quality Quarters or the Electronics Room. Holden bit his lip as he thought about something, anything, they could do. He scratched his nose as he continued to rock on his feet.

"How about we just go for a walk? It seems a lot easier than trying to plan something. If we just happen to think of something or cross something then we can do it. I just have nothing I can think of that would be entertaining at all."[/color][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Haley Gordon]

"Ha! Good thinking. I don't really want to go outside." Haley laughed, shaking her head as her multi-color tipped hair swung around idly. She was quite surprised to find out that Holden had a job. She didn't even have a job. How odd, how rare, she guess. "Heh, I didn't know you had a job. I would imagine that you wouldn't like to spend leisure where you work. I sure as heck wouldn't."

It was then that Haley took a pang to the chest. Her future--how much she felt that it was destroyed. Her parents, her illness, her unwillingness. How many people would take a girl who was supposed to have graduated terms ago? Oh well, she would work things out. Haley could not get stressed. Doctor said so and the last thing she wanted to do was to go back to the hospital.

"Icky hospitals. Cold would do bad things to my immune system, I think. I prefer the castle to. Yay! Castle gets a vote. You know, if we didn't agree we would need a tie breaker. Maybe a passing portrait or ghost. Ha, interesting." the sixteen year old muttered loud enough for only Holden to here. Her purple eyes watched him rock on his feet. He did that a lot--it was a habit even she knew.

"A walk suits just fine. I mean, our seven kids with the rainbow eyes need some exercise you know. No need for them to get fight like the Americans. Well, not all the Americans but certainly some of them. A nice portion. The United States are so diverse it is not even funny." Haley murmured, looking at his habit again. "Some things are still the same, huh?"

And just like that, Haley was shipped away down memory lane. That one day in the library where Holden had blown up at her and she had grabbed him, telling her a little bit about what she had done. How they had talked a while and how he had asked her out. How they had created some of the weirdest things ever including the aforementioned four kids, all named H with multi-colored eyes of the rainbow. Roy G. Biv. Seven colors for seven kids. How she was sick and how sick he was of her studying and how things...things just kept on happening and how she left, more than once. Hiding, sick, not contacting him. How they broke up and got back together. And how they were now officially broken up. And how, she now believes, she still likes him.

But he didn't like her and she would never force it. Ever. Bad. Friends better than anything, right? So you know what Haley may like Holden more than she should but oh well. She would have to deal with it.

"How about the Muggle Electronics Room so we can rock out to music and you can sing like you always do and we can just have fun. Have fun before you are evilly whisked away to work. If you want, I could walk you to your job but that is up to you. In any case, I can't get a song stuck out of my head--might as well actually listen to one." Haley told him, looking at him with her amethyst eyes as she placed her sunglasses in her pockets.

"What do you say?"

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