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[- poppeh]

{ i took the quiz and it said i was hufflepuff. c: }

[OrangeNeon]

((I got Gryffindor,.that's why I made Aiden a Gryffindor))

[klez]

{ working on my form :3 took the pottermore house quiz and got ravenclaw c: }

[without a doubt ♥]

ｌｕｃａｓ

ｂａｉｌｅｙ

ａｔｋｉｎｓ

& i came home
like a stone
& i fell heavy
into your arms
these days of darkness
which we've known
will blow away
with this new sun

& i will wait,
i will wait for you.
& i will wait,
i will wait for you.

so break my step
& relent
you forgave
& i won't forget
know what we've seen
& him with less
now in some way
shake the excess

& i will wait,
i will wait for you.
& i will wait,
i will wait for you.

so i'll be bold
as well as strong
& use my head alongside
my heart.
so tame my flesh,
& fix my eyes.
that tethered mind
free from the lies.

but i'll kneel down
wait for now.
i'll kneel down,
know my ground.

raise my hands,
paint my spirit gold
& bow my head
keep my heart slow.

december twentieth. IF I COULD TELL you one thing about Lucas Atkins, I would say he is not the type of boy you'd ever expect him to be. Very peculiar, to say the least. Unlike many other sixteen year old wizards, he wasn't fazed by the many outside forces that continually tried to tempt him to fall into their abstract curse. Perhaps that is why such a strange dream didn't even bother him. After all, wizards have seen some very strange things before, haven't you heard?

This strange dream wasn't anything out-of-the-usual to Lucas, since he had been receiving them for a few months. His deceased grandfather came to him, speaking out slow words that must have some sort of meaning that he, himself, couldn't decipher.


"The Festive Activities have begun,
so watch as all of the students cheer & run.
No one yet understands which thing they'll
soon be running from.
Meet them all by the forest
to find which one.
Good luck and Happy Holidays,
To my Grandson!"


It sounded much like a child's fairy tale, full of rhymes and whistles. Sounds really nice- not exactly like a nightmare, even though it was presented as one with a dark setting and his grandfather's echoed voice. The only line that was troublesome was "No one yet understands which thing they'll be running from." Why would anyone need to run from anyone or anything just so recently after peace was restored and Voldemort was vanished? There really shouldn't. Another odd thing was why, Lucas, of all people was receiving such a strange message? An odd message for an odd boy. Actually, pretty normal.

Believe it or not, but after all of these mysterious dreams, Luke was still excited for Christmas. After all, the annual Hogwarts Christmas Break was here! Full of snow and festivities with banners and reefs strung from wall to wall. Going to Hogsmade was another great asset to having such a grand holiday, because there they might be able to get some wonderful winter-themed drinks and run around like children and throw snowballs.

With a large scarf representing the Hufflepuff House; Broad Gold and Black stripes and a skilled imprint of a noble badger- over his long black Hogwarts robes, the young man started on his way to Hogsmade with all of his fellow students. They ranged from excited third years who would be able to get their first taste of Butterbeer that very day to bored seventh years who had decided that they had nothing better to do then go on the trip. None the less, Luke was slightly excited. Quick movements brushed the top of the snow, obviously from the third-year boy who had just ran past Luke. The soft residue flew up off of the ground and smacked him in the face, making it sting. Not even something like that could damper his mood, since Winter was his favorite season, and the studies were put to a hold.

Looking to the left, Luke spotted one of the many girls whom wore the Hufflepuff colors, Missy Abercrombie. She was very pretty, in his own opinion. Her dark curly hair bounced up and down with each step that she took in the frozen snow, that usual glisten becoming more and more obvious in her eyes. Truthfully, Luke was more of a listener than a speaker, but talking to this girl was something that he had wanted for a very long time. Approaching Missy with his head held in a diligent manner, he began to talk, watching the steam come off of his lips with every word.

"Hey, Missy. Pretty .. erm.. nice weather out here? Not exactly, but I love how winter looks. Don't you?" Chuckling a bit, he thrust his freezing hands deep into the robe's pockets. Even with two layers of mittens that were generously given to him by his worried mother and father, the icy wind still managed to freeze them to the very bone. Missy was taller and older than he, and that was a huge setback. Not like it wasn't ordinary for someone as short as Luke... Just weird.

{{ ooh i see we have a lot of different houses here! this is going to be a fun roleplay!

if you didn't finish your forms, it is okay because i just really need to get this roleplay going so that we don't fall behind schedule. feel free to post! your post doesn't have to be as long as mine, the first part was basically introducing the roleplay. you may a minimum of two paragraphs, haha.

if you wish to mention the dream in your post, just take mine and write a variation of it, or even just copy it. i really don't mind c: }}

[indefinite,]

тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. lucas & reyna.

ＭＩＳＳＹ ＡＢＥＲＣＲＯＭＢＩＥ．-----ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵉʷ ᵃᵍᵉˑ ----- ı ɟǝǝן ıʇ˙
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ｈｏｕｓｅ;; she is a loyal member to the
house of hufflepuff. she suits the title well,
being extremly loyal and hard working.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard winter wear for
any girl at this time. pants, a white long
sleeve shirt, a pair of brown boots, brown
leather jacket, and blue scarf.

ｍｏｏｄ;; quite amused, to be truthful.
she finds lucas's sudden, childish appearnce
to give her a bit of laughter.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody. absolutly nobody. she
prefers to have guys swoon over her rather
than her swoon over guys. she knows she's
attractive and isnt the least bit ungrateful.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; she was headed to her
sister's room to talk when lucas swooped
by and caught her attention. she's talking
to him now.

-----i was drifting in thousands of memories, them transforming themselves into newer versions; better or worse, whatever my mind had in store for me. tonight, it was worse, just as they had been for the past month or so now."the festive activities have begun, so watch as all of the students cheer & run. no one yet understands which thing they'll soon be running from. meet them all by the forest to find which one. good luck and happy holidays, to my niece." the senders were never the same. in my first dream, it had been my aunt from my father's side of the family. i was never close to my father, and resented his side of the family so, and i guess whoever sent the message to me understood this the third time i recieved it and understood why i had no answer, because the next time i got it it came from my uncle on my mother's side of the family. i'd taken immediate action. i'd drowned myself in black font on a white page in the library, even missing classes on occassion. something was different about this dream.
-----i normally had recurring dreams - didn't everbody? - and they were just as strange as this one, even throwing in a couple dead relatives before as well. however, my dreams consistently held a sense of fantasy within them or something so obscure i knew it was never to happen, but this dream meantioned the festive activities, and they were already in the present, happening currently and all around us. i fact, i could hear the screaming and laughter from below through the thick, stone walls. didn't anyone know the meaning of sleep? it was like seven in the morning. and just like that, the dream vanished from my thoughts.
-----i rolled over from where i lay, prodded by what i could already guess was my wand and spellbook. i recoiled immediatly in fear of ruining either one of them. i throwing aside my covers in an unmannerly fashion, the door to my room swung open, scarlet and perry, the closest thing you could ever have as friends, in the doorway.
----- "well what do you know, scar. miss 'never miss out on hogsmade' herself is still in bed, sleeping. what is people always say? take your own advice?" perry had a peculiar way about herself. her mannerisms were like drugs, so addictive and compelling it makes you feel like you want to follow her. her small face was tilted south, thin lips in a teasing way acorss her nimble face. her freckles apon her pale face underscored her fern green eyes, inviting tease and play to the conversation, and blonde feverishly curly locks highlighting the wild side of her. there was never anything mild mannered about her, and that was why she was so addictive, towards other girls as friends, and towards guys as play things. which was why she took so much effort to be around. she was... alot to take in, her bountiful self, but her livliness always showed you the up side. beside her, scarlet rolled her eyes, imeediatly switching off the playful tone.
----- "up late studing again? why don't you just go to class instead of staying in the library all day catching up? it's easier that way, you know, but hopefully by the time we get back from break the dreams will have gone. scarlet took a little less work. she was a little more quiet yes, but she had her own moments of sparkling insanity, but for the most part she was as calm and collected as i, as hard of a worker as i, and that type of true friend you only heard about in books or saw in movies. she as a whole looked as soft and welcoming as her personality, light brunette hair as straight as her goals and beliefs of succeeding, hazel eyes gentle whenever she spoke. it was enough to make you want to tell her everything. this was why i had been so drawn to her when i first met her as my roommate, her and perry. true, i had alot of friends back in the human world, and i was well known by many here, but these guys were the equivilant friends for me and i
----- "dream? wha dream? i've heard nothing about a dream, missy. spill the stew before i spill you." perry was close to me, yes, - i've known her the longest - but i never liked to tell her everything, for this exact vocal moment of hers. she never took a liking to thinking before she spoke.
-----"just some wierd dream i keep having, per. dont think about it. i'm trying not to.i could feel a light, pleading gaze on me as i dug through the drawers on my dresser, searching for clothes. glancing over my shoulder, the gaze belonged to scarlet, sorry written all over them. i waved it away like it was nothing, showing her apology was accepted. perry took it as waving away the subject.
-----"fine, don't talk to me about it. i'll just sit here, all by my lonesome, wondering why my best friend won't tell me crap."
-----i surpressed a small smile, aggrivation clearly forgotten as i rolled my eyes playfully."i'm trying to get dressed, here. unless you guys wanna stay for the show, turn your backs."and with that, the tension ended. just like that. i've been told i'm good at being a neutral self, staking no claim on anyone and never allowing a claim to be staked apon me. its been said that i was easy to be around, playful when wanted, cautious when needed, and stern when required. i've also noticed myself as a bit of a people person. unlike the rest of my family, i thrive of interaction with others and greatly require it for my sanity. i guess thats why everone greets me in the hallway, everyone knows my name, and i reply. to care too much of what others think about me to blow anyone off. after all, how others see you defines you as you.
-----and we were on our way to hogsmade. the weather outside the hufflepuff house was chilly; wasnt it always before christmas break? it numbed the tips of my fingers and my nose, and i could already feel the flush in my cheeks arriving in efforts to warm my freezed face. i stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets, scuffled my brown boots apon the icy ground, and bustled my way between my roommates. they didnt seem to react in anyway, allowing me the turn of having them block the wind. perry kept about her chatter, seeming as if the cold dint bother her the slightest bit; it probably didnt. she lived in alaska, where she would be leaving home for tomorrow morning. and scarlet? she wasnt used to the cold, growing up in california and all. she had worn her warmest clothes the other day, now wearing something that wouldnt nearly keep her as warm as she should. she was shivering profoundly. i made her take an extra turn at walking in the center. i wasnt leaving hogwarts like they were. when i'd learned from my mother than reyna was staying, i felt obligated to stay as well. she shouldnt be here alone; i knew that, and with reyna shunning my mother just as i shunned my father, i felt as it it were my job to play the motherly role. as we walked, the constant "goodbye!" "have a great break!" "merry christmas!" "happy hogsmade!" and me replying kept me distracted from my dream, but it still rendered in the back of my mind someplace. it wasnt until lucas approached, a fellow hufflepuff, that it had all dissapeared. it was unfortunate he had stopped us where there was no cover from the snow; it rained down endlessly apon my mahogany hair, dappling it and as i fretted, flattening it. his words were warming, however, so i wasnt too upset. he brought a smile to my face, or was it perry's commentary?
-----"are you crazy? it's freezing out here! this isnt nice weather, lucas! are you mental?" so maybe she was just as cold, but she sure didnt show it.
----- i shook my head at perry, letting out a light laugh. i shoved her away playfully. "oh, stop antagonizing, would you? yes, lucas. it's nice weather. too bad im not as used to it as i should be. i prefer the warm weather, though. i like keeping all my fingers." i pulled my hands from my coat pocket and examined them. no gloves and they were a bit on the purple side, my fingertips. i stuffed them back in immediatly. and then, in came reyna.
----- "hey, it's the little crombie!" perry exclaimed, never bothing to call her by her name or full last name. its was playful though, never meant for harm.
-----i narrowed my eyes at my sister, growing worried. she had a bit of a desperate expression on her face, and it froze me more than the winter weather was. i looked down at her. she was only a year younger than i and still, i felt as if she relied on me for everything. i'd wanted to talk to her anyways, about staying at hogwarts with her. i nodded my head at her question. "yeah, sure. sorry guys, i'll meet you at hogsmade in a bit." i said to perry and scarlet, they shrugging and going baout their way. "cya around lucas."
-----i pulled her aside from the dispersing group, crossing my arms across my chest. it felt warmer, each nimble arm wrapped around the other. "what's up? oh, hey. mom said you're staying here for break. i told her im staying too. the rules will be less harsh; we could bunk in eachothers rooms at night. fun, right?" i stopped. the loom in her eyes told me that that wasnt what she had wanted to hear. "what is it, rey?"

[OrangeNeon]

((Where are they right now?))

[without a doubt ♥]

{{ either heading to hogsmade or wandering around school. Christmas break just started.

[OrangeNeon]

((Alright thanks))

Breathing small clouds of fog, Aiden shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around him. He bore a red and gold scarf, indicating Gryffindor. Looking to his right, he saw a Hugglepuff talking to a Hugglepuff girl. Smiling quietly to himself, he continued crunching through the deep snow beneath his feet.
His parents were both wizards, but they weren't very well know. His dad was a auror, but nobody knew who is was. His mom was a stay at home mom. So naturally, not very many people knew who she was either. The result ended up being, no one knew who Aiden was. Aiden was quite alright with this though, he had never liked being the center of attention. It just wasn't his thing.
Looking around, Aiden disn't see a lot of people he knew. Which did surprise him. Aiden was very observant, so he knew a lot of people. Even if they didn't know him. Looking around again, he wished there was someone to talk to. A few of his friends had stayed at Hogwarts, claiming it was too cold. Chuckling to himself, he thought about that. It was very cold, but Aiden loved the cold. Smiling again, he breathed in the cold, chilly air.

[carrie dee.]

_______мeeт тнe rαveɴclαw._

get to know my a p p e a r e n c e

cυrreɴтly ; ; w a l k i n g

reyna is currently leaving the
dormitory to walk to hogsmeade;
shetrails behind, though, because
of her forgotten gloves.

мood ; ; t h o u g h t f u l

reyna's dream left her thinking
about everything. she doesn't
want to be bothered by her
friends, so she trails behind
pore over any ideas she might
have about the incident.

relαтιoɴѕнιp ; ; s i n g l e

for nearly a year now reyna
has been single. the year prior
she broke up with her steady
boyfriend dean, who was a
seventh year gryffindor. he
didn't want to be tied down,
so she ended it then and there.

oυтғιт ; ; c o z y

beneath her thick robes, reyna
is wearing a warm pair of wool
leggings and a large sweater
beneath the black robes, with her
ravenclaw scarf.

rαdιo ; ; r e l a x e d

'lullaby' by rosi is at the top of
her list at the moment, though
'93 million miles' by jason mraz
is up there as well.

тαɢѕ ; ; o n e + 1 / 2

reyna is mainly focused on her
sister, missy, though lucas is
mentioned near the end.

Ｒｅｙｎａ Ａｂｅｒｃｒｏｍｂｉｅ
↓--------↓--------↓
"Ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｍａｋｅ ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅｓ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｋｅｅｐ."
_________________ ___________________ _________________

------------Reyna had always been a sound sleeper. Rarely she was disturbed by dreams, which was why the night before troubled her to no end.
------------She'd never been fond of dreams. They were figments of imagination, not to mention ridiculous; not anything useful to the mind. This dream was different than any other she'd ever received, though. It was somehow real, if one were to put a title to it. Her aunt Carolina appeared out of the misty, dream-like forest seated upon a pure white unicorn [for whatever the reason] murmuring the phrase in her soft, timid voice:


"The Festive Activities have begun,
so watch as all of the students cheer and run.
No one yet understands which thing they'll
soon be running from.
Meet them all by the forest
to find the missing piece.
Good luck and Happy Holidays
to my Niece!"

------------What did that mean? Reyna had been too distracted by the unicorn during the dream to ask her aunt what the meaning of the chant was - another lousy side-effect of dreaming. She had no control whatsoever on it's events. No, she never liked dreams. She didn't believe in them, honestly. Dreaming is deceiving, seeing is believing. That's the way it's always been and that's the way it'll always stay. Right? She hoped so with all of her being. She was a girl of substance and knowledge. This? This was pure luck. No, she couldn't trust a dream. They were too frail to depend on.


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------------"Hey, Rey? You here?" The voice of Berlin Rhoden started Reyna out of her thoughts. Her fiery-haired friend looked over at her with her large emerald eyes, her thin lips pulled down at the corners. Besides Berlin, Reyna had been walking with her two other friends Melanie and Dexter; the four had been fast friends since their first year at Hogwarts. The other two didn't bother stopping to listen to Berlin and Reyna's shared words as they hurried down the castle's front steps; Dex seemed too absorbed in Melanie's vivid description of a new enchantment she'd learned to notice the other two's absence.
------------"Yeah. I just, uh, forgot my mittens. I wanted to grab them really quickly; it started to snow, you see, and I-" Berlin held her finger over her lips, silencing Reyna.
------------"Just meet us at The Three Broomsticks, hmm?"
------------"I jus- yeah, okay. I'll see you guys later," Reyna nodded gratefully, turning around and heading back quickly.
------------She felt awful for lying to her friend, but she needed some time alone. Though she hated to admit it, her dream had bothered her deeply. She could usually tell when something was purely ridiculous. That's how most of her dreams were - easy to identify, easy to forget. But this one? No. Something was off, and she wanted to figure out what it could be. To be honest, Reyna wanted to consult in Missy on the matter. Though they had their ups and downs they were still sisters. She could trust her with anything. Well, mostly anything, anyways. But would her sister thinks he was crazy? That was a scary part. She was supposed to be the smart one - not the crazy one.
------------Her wandering mind made her oblivious to the outside world, it seemed. There she was, standing at the entrance of the Ravenclaw dormitory when only a moment before she'd been at the entrance to the castle. With a large, breathy sigh, she clicked the knocker of the door handle. Almost immediately the knocker's whimsical voice echoed throughout the corridor. "What do the blind see in their dreams?"
------------Again with the dreams! This seemed like a reoccurring factor throughout her day. Maybe it was a sign? No, that's ridiculous, she thought, mentally scolding herself. Reyna took a moment to think of the answer. The protector of the dormitory often changed questions from straight-on to thoughtful answers, sometimes balancing in between. She loved the questions. It woke up her brain, kept her on her toes. The answers were always thought out carefully. Taking a moment to correctly word her answer, Reyna took a deep breath before answering. "Depending on the time frame of years one has been blind, dreams range from being merely auditory to seeing full forms, shapes, colors or blurs."
------------"Very nice," the knocker praised, swinging the door open with a soft swish! Reyna hurried through the toasty common room without stopping to greet her fellow housemates. A few were lounging on the large sapphire chaises practicing small charms and enchantments, others reading by the fire on bronze sofas or silver pillows scattered across the floor. It was peaceful and cozy; home, in other words. This place was home. Passing the large statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, Reyna couldn't help but recite the phrase etched on to the [now found] diadem in her mind: Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Isn't that the truth? A man's greatest treasure is his mind. Without it. . . Well, would he even be a man? She didn't think so.
------------Reyna raced up the steps leading to her dorm, occasionally skipping a step or two for the sake of time. She truly did want to make it to Hogsmeade - a pint of butterbeer sounded absolutely fabulous at this point. Bounding to her bed, Reyna snatched her blue-and-bronze striped mittens. They matched her scarf and were equally warm; in the back of her mind she was grateful that she grabbed them. With a short greeting given to her cat, Gumby, she was off once more. It was a short trip back to the common room, where she was stopped by a few greetings here and there. Reyna wasn't a chatty soul, though, and they all knew that; a few short words and she was on her way out.
------------Through the door and through the corridors she pondered her dream, though all her reasoning was getting her nowhere. This was frustrating, of course. It is Reyna we're talking about, here. She knew the answer to everything. Everything but this, anyways. That was the annoying part. She felt like she should know the answer. Alas, she didn't and wasn't going to ruin her day about it.
------------A couple of second-year Gryffindors raced past as she made her way down the staircase, chattering loudly about how excited they were for Christmas. Truthfully Reyna had all but forgotten about the upcoming holiday. She'd opted to stay at the castle since her father would be in Romania and didn't want to go to her mother's house - talk about an awkward situation. She and Christine [known as Chris to Reyna] hadn't spoken in years. She could stay with Miles, but. . . No. Hogwarts was fine for the holidays. She could immense herself with books in the library and read for hours without any disturbances, sleep as late as she wanted, take walks on the grounds. . . Of course she was curious what Missy's plans were. Was she going home? Probably. Their mother was better at these things than their father ever was, not that Reyna ever really minded. A faint prick of jealousy sounded at the back of her mind. She pushed the thought away, though, telling herself that she wouldn't want to attend her mother's house anyhow. She was fine where she was.
------------The biting chill of the snowy day was enough to take her nose off. She hadn't been expecting the sudden cold of the day when she was pushing open the large doors. Reyna tucked her robes tightly around her shoulders once more, adjusting her mittens and wiggling her toes in her tan boots. The first steps outside were torture, but after a moment or two of walking her blood began to warm. Her nose turning red in the cold, she tucked her scarf around her cheeks in a vain attempt to return the warmth to her facial features. Reyna's dark hair stirred behind her, flying like a black flag in a world of pure white as she swiftly followed the flattened, slushy path the other students left behind. Other figures were in front of the girl, others behind, yet she happily walked alone. So wrapped up in her thoughts was she, she barely noticed her sister's curly mop only yards away from where she strode. Another boy was with her - a Hufflepuff, no doubt. He shared the same scarf as the others; gold and black, like a bumblebee. She chuckled at the thought, narrowing her blue eyes against the cold.
------------Reyna was anything but a cold-lover. She'd grown up in the sun, going on trips with her father to tropical places when the snow came. She was probably being a bit dramatic now, but she couldn't help it. The snow was biting and chilled the air - so different compared to the warm, white-sanded beaches of Fiji or the humid rainforests in South America. These thoughts were dangerous territory, though; there was no going to Fiji this year. Now without. . .
------------Shaking the cold from her mind, Reyna hurried over to her sister's lithe form. She ignored the other boy [now recognized as Lucas, though she didn't bother with a formal greeting] and nudged the older girl, her blue eyes serious yet playful.
------------"I've been looking for you! Do you have a minute? I really need your opinion on something. . ."

[Leviathan007]

C H A R L E Y
House: Ravenclaw
Crush: None
Mood: Contemplative
Status: Sitting at Hogs drinking Firewhiskey
Wardrobe: Here
"We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home."

Charley ordered a second round of firewhiskey, deep in thought. He was pondering what that mysterious dream meant, the one he'd received the night before. It was like a movie, clear as day, in his mind. He could play it over and over, without leaving out any details.
He sat in a fiery room, the embers rose to the ceilings, stars sparkled above, and he had no idea whether it was day or night. Another person was in the room...could it be? His long lost friend, Bass?! He clearly drank too much butter beer last night.
The werecat smiled sadly,"It's good to see you again my friend." In human form, Bass was a middle aged Asian man, with brilliant green eyes, raven black hair, and flawless pale skin. Bass had been one of few werecats to die in combat against the Dark Lord, a brave spirit at that. He looked so real..like he could reach out and touch him..
"The Festive Activities have begun, young Charley,
so watch as all of the students cheer & run.
No one yet understands which thing they'll
soon be running from.
Meet them all by the forest
to find which one.
Good luck and Happy Holidays,
My Dear Friend."
Then the dream ended in a swirling blur, like how water ripples when something breaks the surface.
What could the cryptic message possibly mean? The only thing he could decipher is that 'Festive Activities' refer to the annual Christmas party. But he what were the students running from? What was the danger? Which forest could it be referring to?
If only Bass were here, he'd know what to do. Bass once attended Hogwarts, having attempted to lead a normal life in the wizard world, but the 'others' found out and...it didn't end well.
As he threw back another shot of the enchanted whiskey down his throat, feeling the burning sensation in his thorax, he had what most mundanes call an 'epiphany'. Maybe the dream was just symbolic, trying to point him to his destiny, and they were running from the doubts and fears of insecurity. Was it telling him to find love at the Christmas party?

{This is where my finished product will go.
still a w.i.p. finished!}