InsaneJournal

Who: Jamie and Ara Black^regen
When: Monday, April 22, at night
Where: WHAT IS SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE FOR 500, ALEC.
What: Some sibling bonding time, nbd
Warning: Most likely none

Ara had never apologized for being who she was. She was dramatic and bold with what she said, something that came as no surprise to being the daughter of an unnamed rockstar and Sirius Black. She had a tendency of running away when things weren’t going the way she wanted, something she had picked up from years spent on the boat with her father. She’d take off if she didn’t like the speed the barters were going, taking it upon herself to find a solution. She would discover everything from a new way to braid her hair, vegetables to cook for dinner, to a fisherman who would take her father’s fish for a better price. She called it ‘getting air’ or ‘going to find the circus,’ and it was their little code that she was about to go off the grid to find a way to deal with whatever problem that came up. However, she wasn’t around the people that knew her little quirks. Ted and Aunt Hermione were around, sure, but she was certain that bits and pieces about her life had faded over time. She was just a blip on everyone’s radar, a set of finite dates; and that sucked. Ara’s dramatic nature had instantly kicked in when Sirius had reappeared, and while she was happy that he was now from her brother’s time, a bit of her turned green with envy. He’d remember his quirks, his marriage to Rosie – not hers. Her short life was far in the future, but, as she came to realize during her time here at the Compound, she had more family than just her father. She had Jamie and Rose now, and they were living and breathing, not entries in her father’s journals. They knew her here and could normally guess what her flounces and bawdy comments really meant, something that both amused and terrified her. She had grabbed a bottle of water, a handful of treats for a midnight snack, and a blanket after dinner, determined to head outside to catch a bit of the meteor shower that, according to the books in the library, was supposed to peak that night. The pink streaks she had charmed into her hair that day looked brighter in the moonlight as she poked around the Compound, doing her best to find a place that was close enough where she wouldn’t lose her way back but far enough away that the lights wouldn’t interrupt her view. She finally settled on a group of rocks visible from the building and spread her blanket, determined to see at least a meteor or two to wish upon. “When you wish upon a star,” Ara sang, propping her chin on her hands. Belatedly she worried if her low voice would attract any predators – Rosie had been adament that she thought Ara would get eaten by a mountain lion – but, like most things, her worry was short-lived. She had plenty of things to do instead of worry.