Passings (open)

[Harmon 'Judge' White]

The open field of wheat was the same it is every time he has this dream, the dew cooled his burning skin as he ran through it. The sky was blueberry blue and cloudless. At some point a figure, a woman he thinks, appears in the middle of this field calling his name softly but with urgency in each calling...

Harmon...

Harmon....

As he gets closer figures cloaked in shadows appear beside the figure calling his name and flames suddenly eat it up! The screams clearly a womans call his name now louder and full of pain! His wand in hand he begins casting hexes or jinxs with as much power as he can muster, but the shadowy figures simply defend them away rebounding them into the fire of the burning woman.

Then three green curses are thrown at him...

Judge jerks awake his wand pointed into the mornings early light that fed into his room. He is breathing heavily, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, and his sheets are soaked in sweat. Tossing the sheets off he swings his feet to the floor and lays his wand on the night stand, he smoothes his hair back against his head.

A light rap on his door startles him but his mother speaks from the other side, "Harmon, are you up? The service for your father is today, please come for me?"

He doesn't answer and soon footsteps echo in the hall, his mother walking away. Harmon jumps up jerking fresh clothes from his closet and heads to the shower the dream slowly fading from memory but this dream has been the same for months now so it really never goes away.

After his shower he dresses, tucks his wand into a sheath thats fastened around his forearm, and taking his fathers hat hanging by the front door he leaves. His day would be spent, like yesterday during his father's viewing in Organic Park. It hurt of course but their relationship had never been great especially considering how old his parents are or were.

With his hands crossed he finds the bench he sat at yesterday and let his mind wander, he didn't even realize it was raining.

[Ivy Pattinson]

“You must be Harmon,” says a gentle voice. Ivy Pattinson is dressed in a delicate black dress with three quarter length sleeves. She’d on her way to the funeral of an old friend, Lionel White. Lionel had been of great support and help over the past few years during the aftermath of loosing her memory. Ivy hated to think where she’d be physically and mentally without his help. You could say Lionel had saved her marriage, life and sanity. She would forever be grateful to him.

News of his death had greatly saddened her. Despite being retired the man always had time for Ivy and they were due to have coffee soon but alas that would never be. Ivy was making her way over to the funeral when she spotted a young man sitting alone on a bench. She didn’t think much of him however she remembered him from the viewing yesterday. She’d never met Lionel’s son but had seen many pictures and heard many the story about him. Ivy wondered if this was him.

As the rain increased she erected her black umbrella and took a few tentative steps towards the young man she suspected to be Harmon.

[Harmon 'Judge' White]

"You must be Harmon?"

The soft voice startled him and he realized it was raining now, always remembering his manners Harmon stands up extending a hand. The woman was very beautiful and her hands were soft against his calloused hands, warm too compared to his cold wet ones.

"Yes ma'am, mostly everyone calls me Judge or Harmon," he spoke as soft as he could but with power and authority like his father spoke, "Forgive me ma'am you seem familiar but a name falls short of my lips, you are?"

He adjusts his shirt also pulling out his wand he points it at the bench, without a word the bench seat is dry, and he offers her a seat.