Down the rabbit hole: Chapter 10 Cliche cliches and a venomous vixen.

Ginnie's POV:


Ginnie stood stalk still, her arms had frozen around Clark's neck and wouldn't move a smidgen. The gobsmacked look on Brielle's face had petrified her instantly, and she knew right then and there who to blame for her early, unfortunate death.
She wasn't even sure how this situation had even gotten this steamy. All she wanted to do was proclaim her undying love her Clark, and instantly become awkward and reserved around him until one of them died. She never expected him to proclaim HIS undying love for her, and then instantly rap his arms around her torso, and look her into her hazel-green eyes. His eyes had been shimmering in the light, and on thing led to another...and then...the snogging. The hard, passionate snogging that was anything but typical. It was magical. Ginnie had seen a roaring fire, bursting with life and mystery.
Until Brielle had came and put a damp, soggy, cold teabag on the fire, putting it out completely.
" What do you expect me to say to this,Clark?"
Brielle spat. You could visibly see the anger dripping out through her pours, the disgust in her eyes, all squinted up blocking any sign of glinting light to enter, and a wavering slope of uncertainty and hurt. She shot daggers into Ginnie as she waited patiently for Clark to answer her question.
As the awkward silence carried on, Nyree, Hazelle, and Judith were all flabbergasted. Shocked looks etched upon each of their semi-beautiful faces. They backed up onto the lawn, clutching their book bags tightly to their ruffled chests.
" Nyree, Hazelle, Judith..."
Brielle addressed her little minions and they looked at her with pure admiration, even though she pronounced each name without her delicate barely-there French accent and simply just...said their names.
" Please, wait outside. Shut the door."
She snapped, her voice crackling ever so slightly. Her minions obeyed instantly and shut the white wood door infront of them. Oh no, Ginnie thought. No witnesses.
" Now, excuse me while you two shag upon the rug! I'll just shut my eyes and pretend nothing's happening! I really hope yo two chock on each others tongues."
Brielle had bitterly exclaimed. Venom splattering off of every syllable, literally scaring Ginnie immensely.
" Brielle, wait. Before you jump to conclusions-"
" Jump to conclusions? There is no conclusions! You're here, cheating on me with this...this...harlot! I am sorry I couldn't fulfill you're devilish needs."
Brielle had shouted. Harlot? hat was a low blow. Ginnie would probabley be the most unattractive harlot out on the street.
" Brielle." Clark had finally said, removing his arms from Ginnie's slender torso. His voice now firm and sturdy. " I don't think we should be together anymore-"
" You got that correct." Brielle spat.
" Because I don't love you. I never loved you, actually. And I was a fool to try to convince myself otherwise."
Brielle now looked as though she had been deprived of food, shelter and money. Her face drained of colour and a look of pure loneliness scrawled all over her petite pretty face.
" I think I should go..."
Ginnie finally said, awkwardly moving towards the stairs, in which she would lock herself in her room until she was safely protected by Portia and Clarity.
" Before you go..." Brielle said, her voice wavering between a sob and a venomous-snake snarl.
" I just want you to know, that whenever i'm around, you'll never be happy."
Brielle whispered, moving close enough to Ginnie's pinkened face that she could smell her caramel scented breath. Ginnie couldn't do anything but nod dumbly, and practically sprint away as fast as she could.
She ran up the stairs and into the third door on the right, locking the door behind her.
Ok, she thought. I am going to die, but...I just SNOGGED Clark!

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Down the rabbit hole :Chpater 9: .....Surprise!....

" OW!" Clarity hollered.  Her left leg lay limply  it's side, aching whenever she tried to stand up.
Most people ( Like Alice) would have expected to fall, deep down that rabbit hole, but not Clarity. She just broke her ankle. Surprise! She rubbed the broken ankle tenderly, soothing the pain only momentarily.
" Bloody Hell Clar!" Clark exclaimed, jumping to his feet and helping Clarity up slowly, Clarity winced a bit, but stood up anyway. IF her father taught her anything, it's that pain is only in the mind. Clarity wrapped one arm around Clark's shoulders and and limped back inside through the white back garden doors.
" Blimey! What happened love?"  Aunt Gabrielle said as soon as she set eyes on her nice. She, as well as Portia Rowena and ( Shudder) Brielle.
" I tripped on a rabbit hole." Clarity said sheepishly, Rowena scoffed and Brielle bit down on her knuckle. Aunt Gabrielle shook her head disapprovingly.
" Well, come along now love. That ankle isn't gonna mend it self!" Gabrielle said, going into full mother-hood-mode. Gabrielle's daughter Louisa had gone off to Sweden to study, and Gabrielle needed a substitute. Clarity limped alongside Gabrielle into the "ward" ( Otherwise known as the bathroom) to help put on a plaster.
Ginnie's POV
Why, oh WHY was he such a GIT!?
Makes me want to tear my hair hair out! Ginnie thought violently. Clark had already went downstairs to have breakfast and (UCK) SNOG Brielle.  Ginnie got up off of the flower printed bedspread and moved towards the mirror. Her eyes were watery and red, and she was inexplicably pink in the face, and the look of misery would just not falter. No matter how many times she poorly convinced herself she was over it.
" Out of the way! INJURED GIRL WALKING!"
Ginnie knew that voice. That booming voice could only come form the smallest woman Ginnie knew. But who was injured? She quickly popped her head out of the door way and into the high ceiling, sunlit hallway. Gabrielle was helping Clarity apply plastor in the room across from Ginnie's. Not bothering to shut the mahogany door.
" Ah, Ginnie. Could you please hold this down for Clarity? I have breakfast ready for the whole house and if I'm not there to serve well...all inhabitants of Tartarus and more will be after me!" Gabrielle said, patting Ginnie's shoulder before scurrying off as fast as her little legs could go, bushy hair bouncing behind her. Ginnie gingerly placed her hand on the drying cloth.
" What happened?" Ginnie asked, rather sheepishly.
" I fell in a rabbit hole." Clarity replied in the same monotone her friend had.
Entranced with tentative silence, Clarity looked into Ginnie's eyes longingly, before asking her the question that had been eating away at her insides.
" Do you love him too?" Clarity croaked, Ginnie's hands pushed harder on the cloth and Clarity winced.
" Who do you mean?" Ginnie replied, nonchalantly, but covering her face with her tomato red hair.
" You know exactly who! The boy you've been in love with since we were all seven eyes old! The boy you said you wanted to snog when we were 13! The boy that drives you up the wall and makes your stomach feeling like exploding!" Clarity's hazel eyes met with Ginnie's dark green, but Ginnie looked away suddenly.
" I don't know what you mea-"
" CLARK! For god's sake CLARK! I've said it twice and I'll say it again, ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH CLAKR?!"
Ginnie jumped at Clarity's sudden outburst, but started shushing her, but the whole house had probabley already heard.
" What's your point?" Ginnie spat, but Clarity saw right though the act. She winced loudly as her moved her plastered leg off the counter. Her friend's cheeks with the color of poppies, blending in with her tomato red hair.
" My ponit is," She said, her tone close to a whisper " My point is that Clark loves you. All these years and up to now."
Ginnie shook her head, and turned away from Clarity.
" If he did, why is so defendant of Brielle?" She said Brielle as if it were diarrhea. Clarity approached Ginnie
with utmost caution.
" I don't know everything. You need to ask him that. Clarity pulled her friend into a backwards hug, but they jumped apart as soon as they saw who was standing in the doorway, a devious and playful grin etched upon her squinted facial features.
" Nyree!"
Clarity and Ginnie both screamed in union. Nyree just laughed, a horrible laugh that made Ginnie's Skin crawl with fear and anger. She bawled her hands into fists as her friend slowly limped towards her sister, using the counter as a support. Hazel eye into hazel eye, pursed lips against a shining smile. Golden locks against strands of straw.
" I'm not going to tell anyone."
" Thank you so much Nyre-"
" Yet. But you will. It's either that, or I tell Brielle.And the story may NOT stay the same, innocent crush, and more of a git-faced jealous cow."
Ginnie got into ready position, she didn't care who this was, she needed to punch some sense into this broad! or at least punch out a few teeth.
"Fine. I'll tell him. But you better keep your mouth shut!" Ginnie steamed. Nyree looked genuinely scared, probably after the incident involving a champagne bottle, the tooth fairy and some grape flavoured lollis.
  Nyree went off to have breakfast, cackling like the little witch she was.
" How are you gonna tell him?"
Clarity asked, suspicious. Ginnie only smiled and walked out of the room. finally able to enjoy her dinner.
Brielle's POV afternoon:
After a lovely outing to the small towns boutiques with Nyree, Hazelle and Judith, They were on their way back to the house. It was a lovely house, with a family  oriented atmosphere, but, Brielle had no alone time with Clark since they arrived in Britain. She was starting to get a bit irritable.
Hazelle of course was rambling on about something completely unimportant, in her terribly annoying voice, Brielle had just tuned her out and was focusing on her new blouses and skirts. The colours of faded spring, and they smelt like lillies and tulips in a fresh rain, dusted with the finest perfume Britain has to offer. (Brielle of course was first to notice that "fleurs roses pour les dames" was important from France) She couldn't wait to wear them and dress better than anyone else in the house! She would be goggled by all!
" Oh, Hazelle look were home!"
Nyree said, cutting off Hazelle's boring conversation with herself about collecting snail shells. Nyree placed the key through the door and jiggled the knob a bit. The door swayed open and the four girls stepped in, but Brielle gasped and pushed them all outside. Right there, RIGHT THERE in front of the parlor room, was the  lanky tomato faced freak had her arms all over Clark. BRIELLE'S BEAU. She stepped closer and they didn't even notice! She then realised that they were EATING EACH OTHER'S FACES! She gagged loudly, making her presence noticed. The two broke apart, and tomato face looked as if she was going to die. Well, she was right.
" ...Surprise!.."

I have been busy...

I have been BUSY! with picture EDITING! While contemplating my HArry Potter next generation fanfic, i decided too....edit some pics to help ME get a good visual. Here are some!

All righty! Well, as you can see, I used Emma Stone to portray Rose Weasley, and random site models here from the photo editor are some what "portraying" Scorpius and Scorpius's girlfriend Freya Wilde. ( who I think should look like Amanda Seyfried)

So, It like, Scorpius and Rose are, just friends after a nasty breakup. Scorpius goes into a downward spiral, and meets Freya in a muggle bar. They get into a relationship, and after everything Scop has told Freya, She hates Rose to the core. But when Rose starts to step into the picture (Rose is pregnant..3 monthes..she THINKS it's Scorp's) Freya, goes demonic. Putting lies into Scorp's head, while Scorp is trying not to fall for Rose all over again, he has a many one night stands with random women, and ends with having a 10 night stand with lady named Biana. Freya is starting to doubt her boyfriend's love for her, and baaad things happen.

OH! and just to make it clear, picture number one belongs to STALKER Freya. Who stole on of Scorp's old pictures of her. Pic number 2 is for near the end when he proclaims truth. Picture number 3 is Freya, being creepy and mean. Picture number 4 is Freya buring rose's "face" , as a metaphor for who's the Queen around here. picture number 5 is at the beginning, good ole' Scorp is Reminiscing. Number 6 is when Freya first arrives in Scorp's house, with scattered pictures ever where. and number 7 is of Rose, looking at who she used to be, and the last is of Rose looking into a mirror, trying to keep her composure after a horrible fight with Freya, where Scorp had sided with FREYA! :) Hope you like the Rosius Triangle, OH and during this time, Victoire becomes a FAMOUSLY FAMOUS Muggle singer, and Dominique opens a chain of Makeup stores! Here are some pictures of Victoire in some magazines and of Dom in some department stores ect. ( Pixie Lott is Vic, and Mia Wasikowska is Dom.)

 Even PARIS HILTON loves Victoire!

THIS is Rose. I hope these last few pictures help you see what happens when you mess with Freya Wilde. *Gulp*.

( I know that Rose isn't blonde, just pretend that this is a red headed girl!)

And I made some more to go along with thisss 

Down the rabbit hole :Chpater 8: Unforgiving words, unforgotten love and uncovered holes in the ground.

Brielle stood tall in the doorway, stretching out her arms side to side her in pink cotton dressing-gown.  Rowena swallowed her bagel quite quickly as Brielle strutted into the kitchen, helping herself to whatever the little French minx pleased. " So, how are you enjoying your stay?" Autie Rowena asked, quizzically. Shooting the breeze to avoid awkward silence. Well played.
" Oh, very ,very wonderful! The beds are quite plushed up, I see why this is referred to as the family hotel! So many well put together rooms!" Brielle said, breathlessly. Obviously blowing her entire stay out of proportion just to sound humble. That tart.
Just as Brielle sat down gracefully beside Clarity, Aunt Gabrielle swooped in from outside. Her usual bushy curls now even frizzier. Her coat covered in morning rain. She looked awfully dreadful, but who wouldn't be with your young niece and nephew-in-law staying at your small flat as well as Portia and her mum and father, who just happened to accompany her into the house. Brielle stiffened her already board straight spine, and softened her pursed lips into a pleasant smile. What.A.Tart.
" Hello Rowena!" Aunt Gabrielle said, sounding so relieved to have someone normal to...wait, never mind. Aunt Gabrielle took out a teacup and filled it with a broth of tea leaves, honey and boiled water.
Merri and Gildorey were busy in their morning snog, while Portia's "boring-as-a-plank" parents Mr. and Mrs.Swent commented on how the bold colors in the garden outside hurt their eyes. Poor Portia. She just stood there uncomfortably, mouthing SOS to Clarity, who shoved a bagel into her mouth to suppress her endearing laughter. Auntie Rowena and Aunt Gabrielle were actually having a civilized conversation, and Brielle was sitting awkwardly beside Mr and Mrs. Swent as they complain about her so called "low-cut" dressing gown which barely passed her neck. Clarity made her way to Portia who was admiring a portrait of Lya, crying her lungs out, Nyree, pouting, Alice, failing r to stay awake and falling sleep, and Clarity, with her face covered by a vase of roses. It was by far the best portrait they had.
" Lovely times, weren't they?" Portia said dreamily, taking her eyes off the canvas and onto Clarity, who smiled broadly. " I guess so, it really does portray my life." Clarity said laughing. Their happy moment of friendly chatter was interrupted by a quarrel coming from the top of the stairs. The two young women ran to the bottom step, staring up at the two familiar faces yelling at each other about something. " Oh no.." Portia mumbled to herself.
" It's not my fault that I just so happened to grow up! I'm happy now. I was happy without you to come and mess it all up! This-this is something you were born to do. Mess EVERYTHING up!"
The Male voice practically screamed. Clarity moved forward but Portia put up a hand to keep from venturing into the land of no return.
" I mess everything up?  I mess EVERYTHING up? Who do you think your talking to! I was living perfectly in Scotland until you came and-and- and flaunted your gor-I mean, yourself around like some piece of meat! I knew it! I knew we had something back then!"
The Familiar female voice shrieked, and ended in what sounded like a sob. Clarity pushed Portia's hand away and clambered one step closer.
" Do-don't cry." A weak attempt to console her. The stomping of shoes noted that Ginnie had ran away furiously, and humiliated. Clark wondered down the stairs, not even paying attention to Clarity or Portia.
Birelle happened to also be listening.
" Oh, darling what happened?" She asked, concerned. She wrapper her arms around his, but he pushed her away and stormed into the back garden. Brielle furrowed her brow angrily and sat back down next to the Swents.
" I'm gonna go ask him what happened." Clarity said honestly. Portia nodded knowingly. She cared about Ginnie and Clark just as much as Clarity did, she just wasn't good with words.
Clarity opened the tightly twined doors that led to the back garden open and poked herself out onto the dew covered grass. Clark looked up briefly at her, but continued to throw small pebbles into the green unknown.
" What was that about?" Clarity asked, she knew she was tredding on thin ice, but it was all she could do.
Clark glared at her, but then softened his face and looked into the clouds.
" She's so hard to be around. She's stubborn and childish and immature. I can't stand to be in the same room as her when she's eating, and her language is so foul. And yet.."
Clarity hunched nearer, waiting for his concluding response. He finally looked his long time friend i the eyes.
" I can't stand to not be away from her. When we all had separated, don;'t get me wrong I missed you all dearly, it just..Ginnie was the one on my mind. When I got her letter saying she was with some other bloke, I punched a hole into my wall. Dad wasn't very pleased but..I had to. And when Brielle and I became a couple, I couldn't shake the thought of Ginnie right behind me, disapprovingly. No matter how many times Brielle tried to seduce me into unnameable things with low cut blouses and passionate snogging, Ginnie would always be in the back of my head. Today, she called me out on being with Brielle. Calling her a harlot, a hussy. You know, I couldn't just let her say that, so we ended up fighting. I didn't mean to make her cry. Anything but. Clarity, you are my greatest friend, so please.Do not tell Brielle this, but I had fancied Ginnie since we were little tykes, and as we grew older..the fancy turned into..into-into-"
" Love?"
Clark nodded, grinning like a mad man. CLarity was smiling brightly too, she knew they had something.
" I promise I won't tell a soul!"
Clark looked ashen. " Well, could you just..maybe tell...Ginnie?"
Clarity looked shocked. She nodded, lost for words. " I promise!"
She said as she ran back inside the house, but just before grabbing the door handle, she fell.
Into an unfilled rabbit hole.

Down the rabbit hole :Chpater 7: Runaway Witches

Clarity rubbed her eyelids open. Her little sister Lya, was curled up in a small ball, barely taking up any space. Clarity smiled as the light of the bright sun seeped through her gossamer white curtains. Instantly heating the hard wood floor. Clarity slowly lifted her legs out from under the duvet and onto the hard wood. She tiptoed to her wardrobe, where all her gowns and blouses and skirts hung on hangers and racks. Making it easier for organism.
It didn't take long for her to choose a sea foam green tired dress thatended at her ankles. She didn't bother to reach into her stockings drawer. She didn't wear stockings. They got all bunched up at the end of the day.
SHe slipped it on with ease, hoping Lya hadn't awoken yet, and tiptoed out of the room. The bedroom hall was silent, and each door was shut air tight. A light snoring came from the guest room Uncle Alan was staying in. He could sleep 23 and half hours a day if he wanted to. The other half was for eating frosted chocolate cakes. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly.
Clarity gentily placed her foot on the first stair-step, knowing they were creaky, she didn;'t want to wake anyone up, knowing it was quite early.
She grinned at her silent accomplishment and skittered herself past the den and into the warm kitchen .Knowing that freshly made bagels, jams and maybe a few butters waited for her to munch lovingy on them. But instead, their was a quiet sobbing. She flattened herself on the wall beside the kitxchen doorway, not wanting to disturb the cry. She rocked her head slightly towards the door, hoping that she would catch sight of the sobbbing relative.
She saw her dark haired, rather stocky aunt Rowena. HEad down, sobbing into the table cloth. What wass he doing here? She was supposed to go back to Scotland right after MErri's birthday. She was a principal, after all. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly. Each beat a syllable feed-me-clar-it-y.Sl owly, she turned on her heel. HEr full figure taking up all space in the doorway, but Rowena took no notice and continued to sob. Clarity approached with sheer caution, and tapped her aunt's shoulder slightly. Rowena's head perked up, and whirled around.
" Oh, Clarity. I'm sorry, it was just..I recieved a letter. From my husband, something happened to our daughter."
Rowena said shakily, her voice craking suddenly and her eyes stained red. Clarity put her hand on her aunt's shoulder consollingly.
" Is she..." HEr voice dark.
" No, no. Not dead. She just ran away, quite far away. Albania. And she brought a very prescious item along with her. Rebelious child, that Desdemona ."
Clarity scrunched up her features. Albania? Why run there? She had almost forgotten about her cousin Desdemona. She was away at school since she became 11. It was odd, really.
" What did she take?" Clarity asked, curiously. Her aunt's eyes looked a bit surprized, but she answered unwillingly.
" Just..my...old notebook. I am sure your father had one too long before we met Mavis.."
Rowena instantly sounded more brilling than before. Clarity nodded. A diadem. A crown. Interesting.
" Well, i'm guessing your far too hungry to continue this conversation. So, why not lt me make you some breakfast. Bagels? jam?"
Rowena asked, Clarity nodded eagerly. She loved Bagels and jam.And so the two outcasts ate their breakfast together.
" You know, that Merri's a lucky lady. Marrying Gildoery! she'll be pampered and rich!"
Aunt Rowena said, nautingly. Clarity had never thought about what her cousin's fiance' was like. She thought of him just as "Gildorey", Merri's beau.
" And that Brielle. What a charming face, but her buttery voice doesn't produce buttery words. I think it was last night, you were off helping Lya with the beddings, that Brielle and Ginnie were quarreling. Nasty, venomous words being spat. But Brielle had brought out the biggest weapon! Her be-"
" Morning! Everyone! what a lovely villa, chez Trembul, no?"
Bollocks.

Down the rabbit hole :Chpater 6: Nightmares and trading

Clarity pulled her lavender duvet over her head, and curled up in the warmth. She stared into the humid, blackness, thinking over what had happened. HEr cousn's soon to be marriage, her old friends returning to England after 12 years, Brielle, sayin gthat Clark would propose, how quiet Portia got and how much Ginnie seemed to care about Clark. Alot of emotions fludded through Clarity's mind. Confusion, excitment, happiness, and the odd urge to dry heave.
HEr thoughts soon trailed off into dreamland, where Clarity llived u to her best potential. HEr dream started out with her, stumbling through an endless field of short cut grass, with no sign of ciivilization. She fell to the hard earth. Ready to give up, when something flew past. The speed of lightening, the colour of a passionate fire. She ran after it, her beacon of hope. The beacon began gliding, lower, lower until it was close enough to the Clarity for her to put her arms around it and to carry her away.
It was a bird, with feathers the density of ice,and the colour of autumn leaves. It's talons prodded out below it's stomach, glistening golden. It's beak, opened slightly, curved at the edge, just enough for it's lavender tounge to sprout out. Clarity had a notion to name it Clarence.
Clarence the fire-bird flew over the endless fields of bright green grass, and hovering, over a dark, dank forest. The gnarly tree branches curved around each other, each tree giving the other one a hug. They bare no leaves, and the wind blew them all around frantically. Clarence, leaned to one side, and larity's sweaty palms began to loosen grip, panicing, she began to scream, but the bird just kept leaning, untill Clarity's soaking fingers slipped off the last glass feather. Tumbling through the freezy air, down and down and down until the earth was inched from her face. She could hear the bird, cackling her name, Clarity! Clarity! Clarity!
" Clarity!"
Clarity opened her eyes, quickly, to see her sisters and mother surrounding her bed. Nyree, hiding a snicker in her red and violet silk pajamas.
Alice sat on the side of the bed, and ran her thin fingers through her middle daughter's hair.
" You were sreaming. You probabley woke up the whole house."
She said, smiling lightly. Alice stood up, and Clarity noticed her mother was properly dressed. Holding a suit case.
" Where are you going?" Clarity asked. HEr voice was groggy, and it made Lya jump a bit.
" Were trading with China in three days. I need to get on the boat as soon as i could've. I'll be back, your Grandmother, and Uncle Alan are i the house abd Aunt Gabrielle will be coming everyday. I'm guessing Portia, Ginnie and Clark will be coming too."
Alice said. Scruffling up Lya's hair, and kissing all three of them goodbye, she departed out of the room, down the stairs and away intot he night.
Nyree sighed heavily, and made her way tot he door.
" G'night. I NEED my beauty sleep."
Lya rubbed her hands together tentatively. Looking up at her sister.
" Did you have a bad dream too, Ly?" Clarity asked, concerned. Lya, surprizingly shock her head. She never spoke much.
" I don't want you screaming again. Can I sleep in your bedroom?"
Clarity smothed a coulic on the top of Lya's hair. " Yes, hop in."