#olivia shields

Drew Shields

Ronin Takahashi

Moira James

Olivia Shields

((This is the first time I've ever done something like this, let me know if I'm doing something wrong!))

Olivia bounced her feet up and down excitedly in the back seat of her father's red Austin Metro. Despite having hardly slept the night before, she was buzzing with energy. This is it, She thought, today we're going to take Ivy home and we're going to show her what its like to have a real home. We're going to give her everything. Her fingers tapped impatiently on the side of the travel mug she held tightly between them.

"Liv?" Her brother asked from the front seat, "I can deal with the tapping. I can deal with the foot thing. But not both. Just pick one." He begged.

"Sorry." Olivia shifted a little and sat primly in the backseat, forcing the fidgeting to stop as her father pulled up to the house, parking and checking the address.

"Well then, lets go see if we can't help your friend bring her things to the car, shall we?" Mr. Shields said, climbing out. The two children followed him, but Olivia couldn't stay behind him long, dashing forward to knock on the door quickly. When the door did finally swing open, she had to fight not to shrink backwards from the woman before her.

Ivy had warned Olivia about her aunt, but letters can only go so far to describe the true fear that Petunia Dursley can strike into a child's heart with just one glance down her nose.

"H-Hello," Olivia stammered a little as she got started, "I'm Olivia. Olivia Shields. We've come to fetch Ivy for the remainder of the the summer. If thats alright." She frowned slightly as she thought about it some. "Well, even if it isn't alright, I suppose. We're going to take her weather you say so or not."

Olivia Shields: Willow Shields (ironic lol)

Drew Shields: (young) Heath Ledger

Drew is doing his homework. Well, sort of. Mostly he's sitting on his bed with his assignments scattered all around him in a chaotic mess. He's read about 4 pages total, but keeps getting distracted. It's been a few weeks since he last played his violin, and that's really what he'd like to be doing instead.

Ronin is drawing. He filled an entire sketchbook on the camping trip and when he got back he found a new one from his mom. He's been in his room all day, listening to music and drawing until his hand cramps up. Most of his drawings have been scenes from around Hogwarts. (Right now he's working on a picture of the quidditch pitch.)

Moira is sitting outside trying to avoid her cousins. She only has so much patience after all. Theyve been here for days, going on and on about their trip to France and honestly she's just done hearing about it. She snuck out while they were distracted with some old family heirloom and is dipping her feet in the koi pond and hoping they dont find her.