Drew sat in the livingroom strumming his fingers over his knees. He was trying to concentrate on the movie on the television but his mind was wondering. On the table there was a small white envolope with his father's name on the outside. Drew had written it that morning, finally thinking it was the right time to meet up with his father. But as the ( Read more... )

There was something troubling Andrew Kirke. He really didn't understand what it was but ever since the Quidditch World Cup he found himself with a knot in his stomach. It was something that running or sketching just couldn't shake. Being home didn't help either. Amanda, who was usually so bubbly and devious, sulked around nearly dreading her time ( Read more... )

It was another summer afternoon Drew was stuck taking Amanda to Diagon Alley. She was getting more anxious by the day for school to start in September. After their first trip, Amanda had already read through most of the books she had bought. But some weren't in stock yet so she pre-ordered them. Today was the day they were supposed to arrive ( Read more... )

When Drew told Mandy he had a big surprise, he really didn't. So obviously, when Mandy had agreed to their date, he panicked. He needed to come up with something fun and original. But he had a feeling Mandy wouldn't have that much fun at the local Comic Convention that was taking place a few towns over. Plan B it was then ( Read more... )

Coming home for summer holiday was always bitter sweat. Drew loved his childhood home, was close with his mother, and missed his hometown mates. He was able to sleep until noon and meet up with the guys at the local comic book store. But then again, summer also meant pranks from his kid sister and a reminder that his dad had run out on them ( Read more... )

( Owl from Mum )

( Owl to Mandy )

Christmas at the Kirke house had been dull the last few years. Growing up Drew and his family would stay with family - but his father's family. When he left that tradition, along with many others, disappeared. They were forced to make new traditions and celebrate in different ways. But by then, at age eleven, it didn't feel right ( Read more... )

With everything going on, Drew had severely neglected his studies. It wasn't until earlier that morning in class that he realized how far behind he actually was. Two of his professors had announced the quick approaching deadlines for their papers. Drew had felt so confident with an entire month to research and write. But, apparently, three weeks ( Read more... )

The last week had been stressful. Drew wasn't necessarily used to dealing with stress, except retreating into his comic book world. However, this type of stress was different. It wasn't about school - it was about relationships. Every time he opened his sketch pad, he found himself drawing things from his childhood - the boathouse his father would ( Read more... )