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Chelliephone · 11-30-2023, 04:49 AM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ashley Fox had never been here before. It... she didn't feel that she belonged here. She felt like it was somehow her fault that so many people had lost their loved ones. Because she was the wrong blood status and- and- she talked too much. As a twelve-year-old. That wasn't how it worked, of course, but the feeling had partially remained.

But Ash had to come here eventually. Nine years, one book, and a lot of healing later. She came in a knee-length purple dress and she came with a bouquet of equally purple flowers to leave at the edge of the pond that surrounded the phoenix. But- but- Ash wasn't ready for that yet. She just couldn't find the courage to approach it or look the phoenix in the eye. So she sat down at the St. Mungos bench and took some deep breaths, fingers clenched tight around the bouquet. She could do this... She could do this... Maybe...

The memorial garden was not a place Evan Nam felt like frequenting often either, but this also wasn't his first time. There were some days where the urge was strong to come and pay his respects. For all of these people who had paid the ultimate sacrifice to get their loves ones, the kids of the next generation, himself. Two names in particular were ones he always looked for on the slab of all those gone, and he never failed to give a respectful bow in greeting to them, before he'd go about whatever his business was for the day.

Today, his business was to take photos of the space for reference to try to do a painting. In a rare effort to establish a relationship with his sister in law, he was starting early on a project to give her for when the next niece or nephew was born. She had lost some of her own family in the war, and he knew a painting of the phoenix would have meant something to her. Or… whatever.

He was just in the process of completing his respectful bow and then to find a spot to set up camp, when he noticed the familiar purple figure seated in a bench. Putting his goal to the side for the moment, Evan made his way to the St. Mungo’s bench and sat beside Ash without any word of greeting, not wanting to disturb the silence or whatever reverie she was currently in. He sat just close enough his arm was pressed against hers, just his silent show of support for… whatever she was doing here, which he assumed she would understand.

11-30-2023, 04:49 AM	#60 (permalink)
Chelliephone Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: State of Confusion Posts: 16,361 Hogwarts RPG Name: Vera Brinley Thanatos Gryffindor Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Mandrake Beery Slytherin Fifth Year	Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Ashley Fox had never been here before. It... she didn't feel that she belonged here. She felt like it was somehow her fault that so many people had lost their loved ones. Because she was the wrong blood status and- and- she talked too much. As a twelve-year-old. That wasn't how it worked, of course, but the feeling had partially remained. But Ash had to come here eventually. Nine years, one book, and a lot of healing later. She came in a knee-length purple dress and she came with a bouquet of equally purple flowers to leave at the edge of the pond that surrounded the phoenix. But- but- Ash wasn't ready for that yet. She just couldn't find the courage to approach it or look the phoenix in the eye. So she sat down at the St. Mungos bench and took some deep breaths, fingers clenched tight around the bouquet. She could do this... She could do this... Maybe... The memorial garden was not a place Evan Nam felt like frequenting often either, but this also wasn't his first time. There were some days where the urge was strong to come and pay his respects. For all of these people who had paid the ultimate sacrifice to get their loves ones, the kids of the next generation, himself. Two names in particular were ones he always looked for on the slab of all those gone, and he never failed to give a respectful bow in greeting to them, before he'd go about whatever his business was for the day. Today, his business was to take photos of the space for reference to try to do a painting. In a rare effort to establish a relationship with his sister in law, he was starting early on a project to give her for when the next niece or nephew was born. She had lost some of her own family in the war, and he knew a painting of the phoenix would have meant something to her. Or… whatever. He was just in the process of completing his respectful bow and then to find a spot to set up camp, when he noticed the familiar purple figure seated in a bench. Putting his goal to the side for the moment, Evan made his way to the St. Mungo’s bench and sat beside Ash without any word of greeting, not wanting to disturb the silence or whatever reverie she was currently in. He sat just close enough his arm was pressed against hers, just his silent show of support for… whatever she was doing here, which he assumed she would understand. __________________ _________ _________________________________________ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ ღ Let them point and laugh at who we are, it's you and me here dancing from the start