Reagan Conner - Ravenclaw House
Joined: 9/15/05
Origin: Maidstone, England.
Reagan stared up at the sky, the leaves painting an almost abstract image on the clouds. It was hauntingly beautiful; the dark green leaves covering the deep blue clouds that threatened to unleash their furry upon Maidstone that day. The thick branch that Reagan balanced himself on had grown rather comfortable and he didn't want to move from his spot. But it didn't take a genius to know that sitting in a tree in the middle of a field during a thunder storm was not a smart idea. A crisp breeze whipped around the trees, brushing against Reagan's cheek softly. With a heavy sigh, Reagan sat up and began his descent. It had only taken him about seven minutes to maneuver around the twisted branches of the oak and find a comfortable place to settle; now it only took him one minute to find his way down. With foreign grace Reagan landed lightly on his sneaker-covered feet.
Pleased with the speed of his descent, Reagan smiled and started making his way toward the house. However, Pamela stopped him. She hadn't held a hand against his chest or anything; she simply stood, planted to the ground, in his path. He had to admit, his sister was a beautiful woman. She had grown up nicely; even Reagan had to admit that. Amazingly she looked like a lady, dressed in a deep green dress that complimented her almost red hair, the dress's spaghetti straps hanging loosely around her pale shoulders. The wind had grown strong enough to tease Pamela. She had to keep her hands at her sides so her skirt would not betray her.
"Well, well, well, look who's come to see me off to my fifth year of school," Reagan said with a smile. His auburn hair whipped around his head as the wind kept a steady force. If it had been any longer it would have ripped his eyes out after beating him to death. Luckily he kept it above his ears. His gray eyes laughed at his sister as she continued to glare at him.
"I'm not here for you, you know?"
"Obviously I don't or I wouldn't have assumed you were."
The two stood in the field and the distant sound of thunder echoed over the hills. Neither of them moved. Reagan's eyes locked on her blue ones. It had been over a year since they had competed over who could stare the longest. Poor Pamela would lose. Her long hair was trying to strangle her and kept her from concentrating.
"Shut up Rea, mom wants you inside right now. She doesn't want muddy shoes over her clean kitchen," Pamela said in her strong, Ohio accent. She may have grown up in England, but she remembered where she came from. She remembered Cincinnati, and when she had turned 18 she returned to America. Reagan, on the other hand, had been born in Maidstone, England, had been raised as and Englishman. He spoke in an American accent when he wanted, but around his friends and in Hogwarts he usually spoke with an English one. He didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb.
Pamela had turned to leave and Reagan followed her, his eyes squinted to block the wind. His long legs allowed him to catch up with his sister rather quickly. She was only 5' 3" while Reagan was only a four inches short of six feet. His strong build allowed him to keep a steady pace and hold his own against the wind. Pamela probably would have been blown away if they remained out there any longer.
The house was silent as a grave when they closed the door on the storm. Two minutes after the door had shut the rain fell. Reagan smiled as he watched the droplets hit the window. A clearing throat caught his attention. Turning around Reagan realized that it was not just his sister that was in the kitchen with him, it was also some git dressed up all nice in a button up shirt and sports jacket, sitting next to his mum, who looked like she wanted a cigarette.
"Reagan, I'd like you to meet Kyle Finnegan, your sister's fiance." Reagan stared at his mom, and then his eyes moved to the guy named Kyle, then to his sister. She glared at him, giving him a warning glance, but he couldn't help it. His straight face spilt with a smile and he started laughing.
"Yeah right. Who would be stupid enough to want to marry her?" Reagan managed to say through his teeth. Usually Pam would have launched herself at him and tried to rip his throat out, but Reagan knew that if this was her fiance sitting at the table that she would try and remain as civil as possible. A perfect chance to laugh at her for free.
"Shut up Reagan. I've got your book list and a letter from one of your Ravenclaw friends." Reagan stopped laughing, but the smile remained on his face. He thanked his mum and left the kitchen. If looks could kill Reagan would have been dead at birth, but now his sister had to deal with him a little longer.
In his room Reagan looked over his list. They would probably go to Diagon Alley soon. Reagan had grown a few more inches and needed new robes. And, according to Robert's letter, he also needed to meet Robert up at Olivanders for his younger brother's wand. Apparently it was his first year coming up. Reagan and Robert had become the fastest of friends when they had both been sorted into Ravenclaw their first year. They had ridden on the train together and sat together after the sorting. Ever since then they had acted just like brothers. Roberts' family, a mixed family, treated Reagan as if he was one of their own, unlike his family.
His fifth year was going to be the best year. He would do wonders on his O.W.L.s and bring honor to the family. Well, add it to his own personal name. His family didn't really believe in honor and all that jazz.
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