Graveyard

Crossing her legs slightly she rubbed her eyes. "Bitch bitch bitch. Dude did you ever ask her what she wanted.. Maybe she wants a d bag like yourself? Ask her."

"I asked her many times why she wants someone like me. The answer is always the same: why wouldn't I want someone like you?" he said. He felt slightly better talking to someone about it.

"Ooo~ Then why don't you do what everyone else dose. Repent your sins and you will be set free" she waved her hand in the air for a moment then laughed a little.

"I'll never repent my sins." he hissed "I don't understand wh Blaire doesn't get that either. She doesn't realize all the bad things I've done..."

"hey hey hey little snake I am just giving you ideas. You do not have to take them at all... Then why don't you show her how much of a son of a bitch you say you are. Hurt her... Something to show what you say you are. For the love of god man do what you are good at and stop trying to be what she wants you to be. I am the last person that wants your guys relationship to end but basing it on lies it's not the way to go... Believe me." she mumbled at the end.

"That's what I tried! I insulted her! Called her ugly! Said i hated her! But she didnt care! She just kissed me, laughed, and smiled!" he frowned. He had no idea what that meant...

"So... Go away for a while? Just leave the country. Crash at my house whatever. You might just need to get rid of her for a while." a small sigh left her as she looked around.

He frowned again. "She would follow me if I left Earth! She wants to spend all our time together!"

"Become a different person. There are ways around crazy women! My god man you have to figure them out!" she got up looking at him slightly waving him forward. "Come on. I have something for you at my house."

( post at my house.)

(kk. Actually...can you post first? Idk where to go...)

Blaine looked at her. "Something wrong?"

Blaine smiled and held her hand tightly. He looked around and then back at her.

Blaine laughed. "Just a bit."

Blaine chuckled and followed her.

After becoming accustomed, no, almost dependent on Ouriel's presence while she was in the wilderness, it was odd to wander about without his company. And of course, there was also the fact she was wandless at the moment. Alexandra had only just taken her old core to Olivander's an hour or so ago and it would be about five or six hours before she could test it. But he was a master and so she had no complaints on how long it would take. Still six hours without a wand was six hours of near helplessness in the event of a magical attack. Lucky for her that she was not so obsessed with 'honor' that she would stay and fight in an event like that.

So here she was sitting at near Pheollix's headstone. It had been years since she had visited but the grave was fortunately well-tended. Weeds had been pulled from around it and the smooth stone polished, with barely a chip marring it's surface. Her pear blossoms lay neatly at the bottom of the headstone, white petals still crisp from some bushes from her home.

Alexandra sat and remembered.

Alexandra had closed her eyes to enjoy the silence and concentrate on her memories of Pheollix - a young boy with a bright smile for a brief that faded with his teenage eyes that were vacant of consciousness. It shifted between their playing on the beach to his morphing expression from the Dementor's kiss and then the quiet murmurs at his bedside in St Mungo's. Only she and his sister had turned up for his burial and she knew that somewhere in the world, another person was hounded by dark magic, another was succumbing and another lay dead - all nameless to her but the family and friend of others. Having been almost equally forgotten these past months, a new fervor filled her to come here more regularly. She had begun to lose track of why she was fighting beyond her own survival and this was the only place she knew that demanded nothing of her.

The almost meditations of hers were interrupted sharply by some man speaking an Asiatic language. Alexandra's brow furrowed slightly and tried to ignore it. But the wind brought her the reply of a woman - English this time. It was faint but seemed to be getting closer. Before her face smoothed out again, a faint grimace appeared on her face - discontent at the new company. Perhaps if she didn't react, they would go away. Alexandra also hoped 'they' were Muggles.

The footsteps approached ever nearer, slightly muffled by the grass that grew a barrier between them and the bodies of the dead. It was an odd realization that the particles that had once been classified and called 'Pheollix' were not 3 meters from where she sat. Alexandra opened her eyes and gave up on ignoring the newcomers completely - she just couldn't considering that she could hear every word they said. It wasn't like she understood what they were talking about anyways.

Alexandra traced the inscription on the headstone with her fingers gently. Before that day on the beach, he had been the most fearless person she had known. She and Diane - his sister - thought it apt to put a stanza of 'Invictus' by a muggle called William E. Henley there.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

And so she didn't notice the clouds begin to gather or for the woman to present the man with a violin.