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Deezerz · 02-09-2014, 03:43 AM

It was just before Christmas and instead of wrapping presents, the third year trotted up to the Owl Post. She would send presents out the day after Christmas, so she wouldn't technically be celebrating it. Not that she wanted to. Beverly hated Christmas. Why should she be happy a few days before her mother's death anniversary? It was just wrong.

The holiday was wrong and stupid. Everything was stupid.

Reaching the top and hurrying up inside Beverly didn't even care that she was stepping on owl droppings. They were everywhere anyway. Glancing up she searched for her owl.

"Mori, here," she ordered. The big Eurasian Eagle owl flew down at once, perching itself on one of the tables and stared at Beverly expectantly. "You haven't even done anything," she said, very well knowing he expected a treat. "Here you go, you big oaf." That was their way of getting along.

While the owl munched on the treat Beverly took outthe letter she'd written last night from her pocket and smoothed it over to make sure the wax seal -with her initials on it: BJW - still held. Inhaling a raspy breath she attempted to keep the tears at bay. This was for her own good, and for theirs.

SPOILER!!: Letter

That had been the hardest letter she'd ever had to write. Lying to them was the best, she told herself. If she went back home and they saw her all old and stuff she would never ever see Hogwarts again. All in all, this was the best way for her.

So why was she crying? Because she really missed them and wanted hugs and even if she had one or two friends, she felt the loneliest during the holidays. And like every Christmas, for the last four years, all she wanted was her mom. As far as life went, the dead couldn't come back.

Tying the letter to Mori's leg she fed him another treat, then sent him off. It took a load off her shoulders. No more thinking about her family worrying. She'd deal with this on her own. That's what independence was all about, right? Learning to solve one's own problems.

Wiping her eyes with her sleeves Beverly turned around and took her time toward the dungeons.

02-09-2014, 03:43 AM	#34 (permalink)
Deezerz Mooncalf Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Camp Half-Blood Posts: 7,755 Hogwarts RPG Name: Antonella Carrow Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Azrael Carrow Slytherin Fifth Year x8	That's Rough Buddy \| Be the Flower \| Moon & Stars It was just before Christmas and instead of wrapping presents, the third year trotted up to the Owl Post. She would send presents out the day after Christmas, so she wouldn't technically be celebrating it. Not that she wanted to. Beverly hated Christmas. Why should she be happy a few days before her mother's death anniversary? It was just wrong. The holiday was wrong and stupid. Everything was stupid. Reaching the top and hurrying up inside Beverly didn't even care that she was stepping on owl droppings. They were everywhere anyway. Glancing up she searched for her owl. "Mori, here," she ordered. The big Eurasian Eagle owl flew down at once, perching itself on one of the tables and stared at Beverly expectantly. "You haven't even done anything," she said, very well knowing he expected a treat. "Here you go, you big oaf." That was their way of getting along. While the owl munched on the treat Beverly took outthe letter she'd written last night from her pocket and smoothed it over to make sure the wax seal -with her initials on it: BJW - still held. Inhaling a raspy breath she attempted to keep the tears at bay. This was for her own good, and for theirs. SPOILER!!: Letter Daddy & Kennedy, I miss you guys! I hope you're both doing well. Kennedy, are you eating three meals a day? You better be or else you'll make me sad. D'you want me sad? HUH? Daddy, I hope work is less stressful. Is Russia fun? I hope you're eating too. As for me, I'm having the time of my life! I love Hogwarts! I'm still not used to it, but I know I'll get there. I've met several students and had real conversations, how cool is that? Don't worry Dad, they're not Hufflepuffs. Would it be bad if they were, though? So far everyone's been nice, that's why I ask. Also, I won't be going home for the holidays. I know. We were supposed to go visit Mum and take her flowers. But I'm happy here and I want that feeling to last. I'm sure she'll understand. I'll Owl your presents. Don't forget mine. Take care and try to get along for me, okay. Love you two lots ♥, Beverly P.S. Say hi to Grandma for me. That had been the hardest letter she'd ever had to write. Lying to them was the best, she told herself. If she went back home and they saw her all old and stuff she would never ever see Hogwarts again. All in all, this was the best way for her. So why was she crying? Because she really missed them and wanted hugs and even if she had one or two friends, she felt the loneliest during the holidays. And like every Christmas, for the last four years, all she wanted was her mom. As far as life went, the dead couldn't come back. Tying the letter to Mori's leg she fed him another treat, then sent him off. It took a load off her shoulders. No more thinking about her family worrying. She'd deal with this on her own. That's what independence was all about, right? Learning to solve one's own problems. Wiping her eyes with her sleeves Beverly turned around and took her time toward the dungeons. __________________