So easy to be Friday's wonder [Michelle]

[Grace Patterson]

i said oh no, oh please just go

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you got no eyelids and sweet ella loves me so
she got my number, though I can't stand her
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After her meeting with Warren, Grace had cooped herself up, again, in her room at the inn. It wasn't that it had gone particularly bad. Considering how she left him last time she saw him, she couldn't have expected things to have gone any better than they did. It just felt so odd to her. Warren and her were two different people now, and yet, it always felt like something was always pushing them together, then pulling them apart. When they were young, Mama O had taught them about magnets. Opposites attracted and like magnets repelled each other. Warren and Grace giggled and played with the magnets, pushing the like ones against each other as hard as they might. Without fail, they flew backward into their feet, legs, and one time their faces. When the magnet smacked Grace's face, she started crying and Mama O took away the magnets from her and Warren.

She said oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by

So what were they? Two, like magnets that tried to get close, yet every time, would repel far, far away? It was an exhausting affair, but Grace knew that no matter who else came along, she would never love someone like she loved Warren. All the time she spent to herself in the inn led her to think about him and herself, and have the strangest flashbacks. She wanted to contact her friends in Galaxia, see if she could catch up with some of them, but she didn't have the heart for it. It's not like she could tell them what she had been up to, or how she was feeling about Warren. If Grace met anyone for coffee or lunch, she would just have to smile bright and wide and tell some anecdotes about working at the Daily Prophet and her travels.

Outside the shite bar, and you're a red car
Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar

But those things didn't really matter. Yes, she was happy to work for such a great paper, travel around, and still have a job now. Journalism was a hard field to get into and she had done well for herself, despite her leaving Galaxia early and jumping from job to job. There were many times she wanted to stay at one of the papers but for some reason, she never could. There were a few other journalists that worked with her or men that she had met in the towns through France, Italy, and Germany that took a shine to her. A few close friends she made even told her that they wanted her to stay and make a life in that town with them. But Grace couldn't stop long enough to get comfortable. Even now, back near Galaxia and Warren, she felt how turbulent and difficult things were around her.

I said oh Christ, I told you twice
It's just not easy going through all these things thrice

Enough was enough. She spent days just roaming through the strip, the lobby, and her own room. Grace tried to chat up her maid, the man waiting at the lobby, and once a barista. It was becoming slightly pathetic, and even she could see that. So, she planned to take herself out, enjoy some music, and maybe even get a story out of it for the Daily Timestopper. A well known Muggle/Wizarding band from London, The Fratellis, were touring through Europe and had a show that night at Das Haus der Musik. It was a Friday night and there would be plenty of people there, eager to enjoy a drink and some music. If she was going to try and strike up some conversation with randoms, Grace would have to do so with a drink and the accompaniment of indie rock. After she dressed herself up, she felt a little better. No matter how much of a feminist Grace claimed to be, she was always extremely drawn to and appreciative of the feminine side. Getting ready for an outing, putting on makeup, and shopping were some of her favorite go-to-cheer-up activities.

What's this I once heard? You drive a bluebird?
You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard

She arrived at the concert early, but found a long line to the entrance already waiting. After half an hour of nearly freezing her knickers off, they opened the house to the public and let in the annoyed crowd. Grace sat herself down at the bar and ordered an olive martini to warm herself up a bit. As she waited for the drink, she watched the young Galaxia students rush up to the very front of the pit, eagerly trying to reserve their spots at the very front. Grace smiled bitterly, remembering how she, too, was one of them not too long ago.

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[Michelle Ryder]

The last few weeks had been anything but normal, at least in comparison to the last few months. Two weeks ago had been the day she had decided to stop being stuck in Ashton’s house. For months, she had locked herself in there, unwilling to go out unless Warren was good enough to persuade her. It had only happened twice and both times she hadn’t been too up for it. It wasn’t until Elle had realized that locking herself inside the home was just a way to run from her troubles. She had been on the run since she had left her parents’ home and after all this time, she was so sick and tired of running. It was why she had asked Ashton to help her; to give her any sort of training or tips that he could in order to help her not be afraid for her life when she walked out the door. He had forewarned her that he would not go easy on her. He didn’t lie, and she didn’t complain. No matter how hard he hit her, physically or magically, she had rebounded and listened to his tips on how to avoid it the next time. By the time they were done, she already felt like she knew what she needed to know to prevent her father from using his wand. It was as step, considering his wand was the main reason her legs had both been disabled during his last attack. No wand meant she had a better chance of standing up against him. Unfortunately, there was still plenty of work to be done before she would ever feel completely at ease, and even longer before she wouldn’t ever be afraid of her father again. She hoped it would happen one day.

Though today wouldn’t be that day, she was most certainly going to keep up her pattern of leaving the house for at least an hour. But tonight was going to be more. Haus de Musik had advertised for a band and a flyer had passed her hands two days ago. It had been so long since she had heard anyone other than herself and Warren sing so without even reading the name of the band, she had made up her mind that she would be going. She stood in front of her mirror, finishing the last touches on her make-up, only an hour out from the start of the concert. Normally people would arrive farther ahead of schedule to get a good place in line so they wouldn’t miss the concert or could get a good spot in the crowd, but Elle knew better. So she was taking her time. By the time she finally approved of herself in the mirror and was walking towards the only location on the grounds where she could apparate, it was a half an hour until show time. The familiar pull of being drawn through space and time itself came on her as soon as she reached the spot and suddenly she was facing the lie in front of the club. Smiling, she walked past the line of students and young adults to the front of the line. Though she hadn’t been here in months, the bouncer was still her same old friend. The moment he saw her, it was like no time had passed. They embraced, he asked how she was doing, she told him fine, just like she did everyone else, and he allowed her to pass. Over the time since the venue had been established, she and Warren had grown quite the relationship with all of the employees. After all, when you were a starving musician, you did whatever you could to gain status. That meant showing up to every open mic night, and even the occasional show to try and get connections.

Despite it being months since she had stepped through these doors, it felt like home right away. Nothing could harm her here. She was among family, a family that she had taken for granted before, but would never do so again. With a sigh of relief, she made her way to the least crowded section of the floor, the bar. Most of the people here were students which was no different than normal. And since most of that part of the crowd could not touch alcohol without putting the place out of business, it made the bar the least wanted spot within the place, and therefore, her most desired location. She didn’t drink so she always looked awkward sitting there with her glass of ginger ale or the occasional soda, but not once had she minded. The company was good enough at the bar. Plus, having not been in crowds for so long, the bar would probably be the best option anyways. So she walked up and took a seat near another female who had made her place there with what looked like a martini. As she sat down, she felt something about the woman looked familiar, but couldn’t put her finger on it and chose not to stare. Instead, she turned her attention to the barman who had come up to her. Unsurprised, she knew exactly who it was and without saying a single word, he pulled out a glass and poured her a ginger ale. Chuckling, she reached out and grabbed the glass he put in front of her, taking a sip before setting it back down. “Months of not being here and you still remember my normal. How do you do it, Leo?” she asked with a wink before turning around and facing the stage. It was then that she finally saw the name of the band playing.

The Fratellis had been one of the bands she had seen multiple times, both in Paris and London. She shouldn’t have been surprised that they were making their rounds again. It seemed like they followed her wherever she went. Luckily, their shows never disappointed. They had always been a band that was flashy, but never flashy enough to be obnoxious. It provided for a perfect venue to have a good time and forget about the world. Suddenly she was happy she had taken the step to join the crowd. Looking around her, she caught another glance of the woman she was sitting to and found herself unable look away. She absolutely knew the woman, but yet she didn’t know her. She had seen a glimpse of her face not too long ago. Furrowing her brows, she thought for a moment and suddenly it hit her. Scooting over to the chair next to the woman, she cleared her throat. “You’re one of Warren’s friends, right?” she asked, trying not to sound at all accusing even though she was very leery with the woman. Ever since she had shown up, it seemed like both of the boys’ moods had dropped severely. The whole time she had been trying to figure out what would cause them to change so drastically, but the only thing that seemed possible was the arrival of said woman. She had yet to ask either of them why, but it had only been a week. Instead, she figured she would wait until the truth showed itself. Who knew, maybe it would show itself tonight.

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