Christmas
“God rest ye merry hippogriffs,” I sang at the top of my lungs down the hallway. I’d come home this Christmas; school had been too depressing for me to stay there. At least at home people were a bit willing to talk to me.
“Please, Myrtle, don’t sing that racket in the house,” Mother reprimanded, hand over the telephone. “Take it outside if you must sing that song.”
I sighed and headed outside. It was serene and cold and it made me shiver. So, this was Christmas away from Hogwarts. I couldn’t even sing magical songs. Did I belong anywhere?
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |