mistake(Arden or Fitzy maybe even Logan?

[Travis Elliot]

Travis walked slowly up the path to the small house, houses actually. One too dreary to be Arden's at least from what he remembered of her, the more homely looking one being well suited for her. He dove his hands farther in his pockets, playing with some lint before he actually mustered up the courage to knock.

Three loud knocks, if anyone was home then they would definitely have heard it. Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas either, maybe this wasn't Arden's residence. The address was correct but it could also be, if he remembered right, her brothers place. She might have mentioned him on occasion. She might have even moved. That stupid drunken wizard probably didn't know what he was talking about.

As long as he was in town it was probably best for him to lay low. He was always a nice person, but that could easily get anyone into trouble. He figured if anyone deserved to know he was back it was Arden. She was one of the only people he was remotely close to when he lived here and she deserved to know he was alive. He just kind of up and left without telling her where he was going, anyone for that matter. In all fairness he was also supposed to be dead, according to the ministry at least.

It had been a few minutes, too long for anyone to answer the door if they had been home. Travis turned away, ready to leave when he thought he heard the faintest of sounds coming from the house. He paused and turned towards the door once more, gripping the wand that was in his pocket, he was ready if it were someone that could potentially be an enemy.

[Arden Patricks]

((Oh, hey, just to clear a few things up....
First, sorry about the confusingness, but Arden and Fitzy's houses aren't right next to each other... I just thought it would be simpler not to have two separate boards. *shrug*
Second, I've kind of been saying that Arden and Travis were together for about four years, or something like that, so he actually would've lived in the house with her and known her family and such. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier. ))

The knocks on the door interrupt me in the middle of a frantic have-to-write-this-all-down-before-my-head-explodes sort of mood, so I ignore them at first, and am actually slightly annoyed. When the hell did my house turn into King's Cross? It used to be that somebody came to the door about once every six weeks... or maybe slightly more often if they wanted someone to babysit, though usually then they would call. Now, all of a sudden, my house has become very popular. And I'm still not sure of the ratio, to figure out if that's been generally a good thing or generally bad.

I'm not really sure if anything is generally good or generally bad though, these days. Primarily the Logan situation, but it never leaves my head so therefore it feels like there's more. I hate this sort of rollercoaster feeling, where everything is good and nice and happy, but then it plunges down because I realize that it can never stay that way... that one of these days, it's going to plunge down and stay that way for good, so really it's just practice that it's already doing that now.

None of which makes sense even after I've written it down, and I consider tearing out the page to burn it. My still-obsessive need to preserve as much as possible won't let me though, so instead I close the notebook and get up to answer the door, hoping that whoever it was hasn't left yet, unless of course it was another psycho-murderer.

Oh, I think, and then my head goes blank, spewing out words in a jumble that I can't make sense of.