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This was supposed to something she could get excited about. Claire had practically begged her parents to allow her to attend the World Cup, had used every argument she could think of to convince them. Honestly, they should have been glad to see her go off. She was always a pain in the ass in their eyes, the unwanted child, the mistake. It wasn’t like either of them actually gave two shits about her. But for whatever reason, they’d been hesitant. Hell, they’d grown more coddling and overprotective suddenly ever since her brother’s death a year ago. It was almost like they suddenly wanted her around. Like no longer have Cy around had snapped some parental instincts into their brains, reminding them that they had had a daughter as well.
Ha. As if. Even simply talking to her parents remained awkward. They refused to meet her eyes as if still holding back from acknowledging her any more than they had to. If her brother was still around she would have to fight to go. Cy would have been on top of things in a heartbeat, fuck he’d most likely be competing in the games. Perhaps her parents had finally relented because it would mean she’d be away for a week or two, to get her away from the house so they wouldn’t have to bother looking at her. Or trying to be decent parents. Yeah, that was most likely it.
To be fair Jamaica was fucking paradise. The little island was the kind of place she would have dreamed of vacationing in when she was younger. Yet being there now, a sense of dismay had drifted over her. Thoughts of her older brother, thoughts as to how much he would have loved it there. The warm weather, beaches, nightlife. There was so much to see and do and it was painful to realize that none of it could be experienced with Cy. Even if he hadn’t been there for quidditch, he would have dragged her around the island whenever possible, wanting to experience it with his little sister. With her and no one else.
Fuck. Was she already having to deal with sorrowful emotions? Fucking hell.
Walking along the street, Claire tried to keep ahold of herself while searching for a place to hide out in. There weren’t many ideal locations. Most were filled with people already. People who might notice a teenage girl who looked like she was about to have a fucking mental breakdown. Her clothing certainly wouldn’t help her to blend in. Grunge style summer clothing would make her stand out amongst all the brightly colored shirts and outfits around her. Fashion had never been her thing. In truth, she never really gave two shits about it and wore what she wanted, but the realization that she might stand out like a sore thumb...yeah she didn’t want to deal with that.
Claire wiped her eyes as she turned around another corner, relieved when she found a library coming into view. That would be a decent enough place to hideout. Shouldn’t be too busy, not with all the commotion going on from all the tourist. Anyone there would most likely be like her. People who wanted to get away from all the craziness for whatever reason and just chill. She’d be able to relax with ease, and hopefully avoid being asked too many questions. A bar would have been preferable but it was still too early, and she wasn’t sure if any bartender would be willing to give her some drinks.
A smoke was most likely what she needed more than anything, but of course, she’d left her weed back at the hotel. Never thinking that she would actually need it. Damn it. Everything felt like it was crashing down around her. At least there was the library. Turning to begin wandering over to it before she could change her mind, Claire made her way for it without looking back. Besides a quiet place wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease her some, allows her to find something else to focus on while distracting her mind from thinking too much.
A few moments later she was entering the library and wasted no time in finding an empty study room near the back. Not bothering to close the door behind her, Claire seated herself at the table and just laid her head down on the surface. Closing her eyes she tried to think of anything else other than her brother. Tried to imagine other scenarios around Jamaica that she might join. Internet cafes, quidditch games, all the sights that she should be taking photos of. Out of everything why was it Cy who was haunting her thoughts at that moment? Was it because he would never be able to take part in the festivities, or even stand on the sandy beaches on the island.
Fuck. He should be there instead of her.
Before she had time to realize it the tears began falling, fingers clenching the fabric of her shirt under the table. Damn it. It was already happening. Emotions were hitting harder than she’d hoped, with no other thoughts coming to her mind. All she could do was give in and just deal with it now, while silently cursing herself for being so weak. Slumping over the table more she continued to weep, to mourn a brother who would never experience the cup, while forgetting all about her surroundings. Not once did she look up, nor did she notice anyone passing by or even approaching the little study room.

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<b>Teal </b><p>
2. What is your favorite possession?<p>
<b>A winged necklace that belonged to my brother. Oh and my camera, of course</b><p>
3. What is your favorite hobby?<p>
4. What is your favorite book?<p>
<b>The Girl on the Train</b><p>
5. What is your favorite food?<p>
<b>Frozen yogurt </b><p>
6. What is your favorite drink?<p>
7. What is your favorite smell?<p>
<b>Pine </b><p>
8. What is your favorite type of weather?<p>
<b>A soft cool breeze and light rain </b><p>
9. What is your favorite game (board, video, sport, etc.)?<p>
<b>Diablo III</b><p>
10 What is/was your favorite subject in school?<p>
<b>Art and Literature</b> <p>


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There was no question about it, Claire was convinced that she had the best brother ever. Christmas wasn’t always a holiday she could look forward to. December in general often made her want to hide and avoid people. The holiday cheer wasn’t appealing, nor was the idea of being forgotten once more by her parents. But this year things were finally different. She’d gone home for the holidays in the hopes of seeing Cyprien. She’d taken some killer photos for the school paper, ones that she wanted to show him as soon as possible.
She’d even got him a pretty awesome present if she said so herself. Claire had worked tirelessly to put together a collage of quidditch photos. Each one representing either Cy or a member of his team. The result was a stellar work of art, one that she hoped her brother would love. If not, then she’d have to make it up to him next year. Good news. He did seem to have liked it. Once she handed it over to him he complimented her work before giving her a hug, and the two sat in front of the fireplace exchanging stories for the next couple hours.
It really was the best Christmas she could have had. Just chilling with Cy and sipping hot cocoa or eggnog. There wasn’t anything else she really wanted to do. Sure, presents were great and all, but Cyprien was her favorite person to hang around. In some ways, it often felt like he was the only family she had. Hell, it wasn’t like her parents went out of their way to lavish her with attention. To them, she was nothing more than the accidental second child. An unwanted nuisance who caused nothing but trouble. Her brother was the only good thing about the holidays. To be fair it was more than perfect enough for her.
And yet her Christmas was only going to get better.
<b>“Claire want to join me. I want to show you something.”</b> Cy spoke up near the end of their conversation. She perked up at that, curious as to what her brother might want of her. It couldn’t be another present. She’d just opened the ones he’d given her. A beautiful new camera and a broom that would help her to be an even better seeker. The Melancolique team were going to love it. So gifts were out of the question. Whatever he wanted to show her was sure to be amazing though, and her curiosity only increased as she watched him head out the door.
<b>“Wait up, Cy. I’m coming.”</b> The young thirteen-year-old shouted, bouncing up to chase after him. Sliding on her boots, Claire grabbed her coat once she’d noticed that he’d gone outside. It wasn’t the strangest thing. They’d spent a lot of time outdoors already, but it did make her grow more curious. What could be out there worth showing her? She already knew what it looked like. The decorations her parents had put up were rather plain, with an ugly wreath thing hovering over the door. Other than that there was just snow. Lots of snow that had fallen over the course of the past few days.
Stepping outside, her feet sunk into the ankle-deep snow almost immediately. Gaze shifted around to look for Cy. He was nowhere to be seen. Most likely hiding if she had to guess, maybe even planning on scaring her. What had he done? Did he buy some hideous snow monster costume, and was now planning on trying to scare her? Hah. Like that would work. Whatever it was she’d be ready. Nothing would surprise her.
Except a sudden snowball flung at her.
The white ball hit her shoulder, just as Cy leaped out from behind a tree. He was laughing and already preparing another to launch at her. <b>“Watch out, Claire. I’m taking you down.”</b> He declared with laughter, before firing the snowball toward her once more. <b>“With all this snow, it’d be a shame if we didn’t enjoy it. Right?”</b>
Claire laughed in agreement and jumped out of the way to dodge the incoming ball of snow. With how they got along, it was sometimes easy to forget that Cy was ten years older than her. Add to that the fact that he wasn’t going easy on her, and it was almost like they were both around the same age. She loved it though. Crouching down to scoop up a chunk of snow, the small brunette quickly packed it in to form her own circular weapon before hurling it right back at her brother. Once it was out of her hands she bent down to make a new one, ready to continue the snow war.
It was a war that lasted for over a half-hour. The two siblings hurling snowballs at each other. Claire managed to land in her fair share of great shots. The whole time she was laughing while moving around constantly, and trying to dodge whatever Cy threw at her. By the time they called a truce, both were soaked from the many snowballs that they had thrown at each other. No one had lost. They’d both won, and it was the best snowball fight ever. Once again she was reminded that her brother was the best.
<b>“I love you so much, Cy.”</b> Claire declared as her small framed jumped onto her brother’s back. He managed to carry her effortlessly enough, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. If was too heavy, he never complained. Although she hoped not. She wasn’t fat by any long shot, but still…she wasn’t a small child anymore. She was thirteen and still growing. <b>“This is the best Christmas ever! Can we do this again next year, and every year?”</b> It was an innocent enough request, one that Cy was all too happy to agree to. Finally, it seemed she would have something to look forward to. Annual snowball fights with her brother and spending time with the best quidditch player she knew. What more was there to love?
As long as she could spend the holiday with Cyprien, then she’d always have a reason to look forward to it.
Christmas would never feel horrible.


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Being at Hogwarts wasn’t so bad. Not at all. In fact, Claire was finding the school to be kinda cool. While there were rules, everything felt to be a little more lax compared to Beauxbatons. She didn’t have to worry about following etiquette, or about her sense of fashion. Instead, it was easier to focus on kicking back and relaxing. Most of the locals seemed to be alright, as did the Americans. Her fellow Beaux peers were a mixed bag. Some she was cool with, and others were so stuck up she could barely stand to breathe the same air as them. Many of the Durmstrang students seemed to be more antisocial, and she was admittedly anxious to be around some of them. The way they carried themselves could be rather intimidating.
Then there was the castle itself, which she’d taken to exploring at every opportunity. The grounds were proving to be one of her favorite hangouts. At the end of each day, Claire usually headed outside looking for some chill time. The lake was quite beautiful to look at, and during the evenings she would try to sneak into the forest. Staff may have called it Forbidden, but honestly, that only made her want to go in more. It was exciting. And it offered an excellent place to seek out solitude, a place to hide when she found herself feeling emotions that couldn’t be shown around others. In the public eye, she wanted to look awesome like she had far more confidence than she truly did. She didn’t want to look like the broken, hot mess that she truly was. Nope.
And that was what she was doing. Claire walked about the grounds, enjoying the fresh air while she could. The weather was steadily growing colder, to the point where she needed to wear a sweater whenever she went outside. Still autumn was always one of her favorite seasons. The way the leaves changed colors before falling to the ground was always a lovely sight. Today she carried her camera with her, with some hopes of taking a few nature photos around the campus. Nothing special, but it would hopefully help her improve her skills. That and relax her, and give her something to think about that wasn’t depressing.
Claire stopped next to a large tree and turned slightly to see a magnificent view of the lake in the distance. A squid-like tentacle seemed to be sticking out from the waters, making the moment one that needed to be captured. She held up her camera as quickly as she could, hitting the button to snap a photo before it was too late. <i>*Click.*</i> There that was it. She’d need to develop it later, but she was confident that it would turn out alright. With that done, Claire moved over to sit under the tree and take in the rest of the sights and relaxing for a bit. There wasn’t much more to do. And to be honest, she wasn’t sure how much she was in the mood to be social. It didn’t feel like one of those days.
Yet, it seemed like her luck wouldn’t allow her to be alone for too long. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there before she’d heard someone approaching. For a moment Claire was tempted to ignore them. To let them continue on their way while minding her own business. Instead, her head gravitated towards the person as the footsteps only grew closer. <b>“Hey.”</b> She greeted, remembering to stick to using English since that was the main language at the school. <b>“Out enjoying the fresh air?”</b> It was the only thing she could think of to say. Then again perhaps she had said too much. Whoever it was might have wanted her to just ignore them completely. Whatever it was done with for now. She’d have to live with the consequences of her actions, depending on whatever happened.<p>

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