13 Nov 2020, 23:42
Family traits
Talking about @Jo Morgan
Owlery | September 9th | 17:22
Rosie could finally write to her family last night, so now going to the owlery was the easy part. Some people were just leaving, which was okay, she could send her letter in peace. Also, hurry, because she didn't want to miss dinner. The first and second letter would go to Lady Aithne, covering the basics and bringing up Jo as a subject. She had written the letter in an emotional state, nostalgic about the past. With a clear head she wondered if it would be the best. It wasn't a betrayal, she didn't know things would go so blasé after she spent the night with all hopes in her pen. It even shows in the text. What right does she have to be scared of the future? People changing isn't something she can blame on them.
The letter would be sent anyway. She could use the feedback as her past self, assure herself of her own development? Jo would never know, is not even gossip is just asking for an opinion of someone who knows both of them.
The more the week developed and she got a refined sense of what Hogwarts would mean and the ways she could grow it she came to a realization that would better fit her family in a letter. She could get a hint that what she felt was a family trait, or something that had always been there in the family interactions and she only had the consciousness for it now. The last interaction with Morgan in London had been pushed back, pushed back recently, but into an old place in her heart, a heart that now felt so tight and...
Could it be the place she keeps plenty of family related discrepancies and annoyances? How they too say; "Cheer up Rosie, you are simply thinking too much, you should trust the net of people around you, we care about you, do we not?" The same bad blood she could feel walking in eggshells around Jo...Wasn't this how her family acted around her? Her family would know how to advise her, she is just growing up and getting confused. Intrusive thoughts really don't help. After she sent the letter she thought; "is better to cleanse the mind, I don't like this feeling."
ReducioSeptember 3rd
Dear Lady Aithne,
The train ride was as nice as you said it would be, maybe it calmed my nerves, I didn't interact much but that was okay. I just know that with this many people, a little group of friends is bound to happen, so I have no worries.
I got into Ravenclaw. I know I always expected that, and you said I had nothing to worry, that you saw ravenclaw in me, is just that you were wrong before at the moment it felt so weird, for a second there I doubted everything. I think I am not yet.
I think, but I can't be, because I don't think as myself, I guess. To be or not to be? When will I be?
I don't think you are understanding me. Mr.Sorting hat said I should live my dreams, but no they don't give you any guidelines on that. Don't worry I won't have much time for philosophy now, maybe I shouldn't have brought so many books, even the whole "The Lumpy Grumpy Niffler" series is here. I know, you will say "I told you so", however tell me if I'm wrong; Is it not true that Jamie is already taking my books off the shelf? I stand by my choice.
Tell everyone in the house that I'll miss them, tell Felicia and Caroline they can have my umbrella and my pink dress. Tell the young twins I can ask for more Willew Bread to be delivered if they miss me.
I'll organize my study plan this week, the one you taught me. I hope to make the teachers like me. I assure you I'll be outstanding!
P.S: If my Hunchback of Notre Dame musical libreto arrives can you send me?ReducioSeptember 6th
Dear Lady Aithne,
Is the second time I've written this week. Now because I might be having some issues here. I had a dream and it was in the house. I'm not homesick though, I'm not happy I parted but not sad either, because it is for a good reason, after all is not sad that I can be happy at two places, kind of separates my heart in pieces, don't you think? The best would be to leave all the memories from the house in the house, but they are here with me everyday. To forget is not a good thing, neither to ignore, Is a sorrow, but a good one. I can't think of a word to describe this feeling, but I like it, now I can appreciate it more when I meet someone, my humor these days has been making me more introspective, I always think "Will this person and I form fond memories?" And I guess that is a good thing, If it didn't make me so vulnerable. Jo and I haven't talked ever since we were in the house during summer, I met up with her a couple days ago but it didn't work out as I thought. I will try to make emmends again, I realized I fear times that can't come back. I don't miss the house because I know you are all there, but what if everything actually changes?, so I hope I can at least show to Jo I am here. I can't fool time, especially someone's personal time. I think Jo is confused, but I trust you Lady Aithne, maybe sometime I can show Jo she should trust you too.
It will be long until I write you again, don't worry, I won't flood your owlbox.ReducioSeptember 8th
Hellew Fellew Willew's,
I have been thinking a lot about all this new semester means to me, mostly this year and the next. Sometimes I felt like I should be somewhere else, I dream of somewhere I'm not sure where, every once In a while I remember I keep seeing new places but none of them fill my presumptions. One day I told you Grandma Ersia, that maybe I should be back in Ireland, and you said that was me being scared to take fly. I don't think so, one can be simply decisive about it, right? Just like you are decided to never leave the country of Ireland. Don't worry, I am not getting homesick. That's the problem, I guess. Now that I am at Hogwarts I'm decisive about staying here. It is something very strong, I didn't give much thought, it could be simply early excitement and making friends that would give me this idea. However...It's about me. Only me.
I suppose for the first time ever I've thought about myself like this, a lot of certainty, I never have , I think I did not realize how big the world is, and my place in it. Now I could be starting to?
I wasn't seeing myself. Not really. Like how your brain just ignores your nose in front of your eyes. How can it be that I was being so selfish? I thought I cared about others when I wasn't even seeing them, only barely seeing me seeing them. I ate all my soda bread. If I ask, they might have it in here, there are a fair number of Irish students, although, it is not like ours, you all know it.
Hertia, I got my first O! In spells! My mom would be proud wouldn't she?
XOXOXOXOXOXO miss you all!!!!!!
PS: How would we feel about getting me a camera for chritmas so I can send pictures too? :B
Last edited by Rosie Marricott Willew on 6 Jan 2021, 12:58, edited 1 time in total.
6 Jan 2021, 12:58
Family traits
ERSIA WILLEW
Ireland | Dublin | Willew's House | September
_The owl's came! One from Rosie, the guy from the incantatem bicarbonate, one from the researcher friend from Shibuya._ Hertia was sipping her third mug of coffee and doing the accountants for the month. The bakery always had more business as the summer dissipated, winds blew colder and people were in search of salty, carbohydrates, sometimes greasy pastries. Ersia had just came down the stairs, after finishing to perfectly groom her hair.
_What did Rosie say?_The elder woman went straight for the boiling water in the teapot for some jasmine tea. _Is mostly for you. If you wanna know she wants a camera for christmas. We can enchant an old one we have. So it works in Hogwarts._Hertia took another sip, hesitance showing. _Mostly she also seems anxious. Probably not feeling her bright best self in the new environment._
The tea turned a little grey in Ersia's mouth. She stood in silence. Severe on herself for knowing what that could mean. And everytime she did it, she felt a little less like a worthy grandmother. _I will prepare some potions. Not now. I will give her time to get accustomed to the school. Then, I suppose, by the end of the month we go back to sending them._ And she turned her back on the daughter to stare at the window. _Leave the letter in my office. I will see to it later in the month._
Hertia stood up, it was hard to push this. Hertia was all for what was necessary to avoid turmoil, but keeping the peace sometimes comes with the weight of resentment. _Do you think it is wize. Is a stressful period, even so she is growing up, you know puberty can start soon and the doses are always so regular...And-_
The cold gaze of Ersia looking to Hertia made the redhead silent. _Let her deal with her own emotions for once. I know what I am doing. Aithne says she is doing great._
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Reducio
Being scared of quitting is also valid. Do not worry, we would never be disappointed at you for feeling as if you need time for yourself. Perhaps you are growing, and realizing the hard bits of it all. That is, feelings that belong entirely to you, just as you get a sense that everyone else also has emotions they are dealing with, silently.
Do not stop writing, remember what we talked about, strong feelings should be felt and filtered into something useful. That is what me and Hertia are for, and also Lady Aithne. Never forget the people that can remind you of who you are. I am proud you chose to be fierce about it, but do not lose your kindness. I am optimistic you will find friends and confine them in order to have your vulnerable moments. Your mother will be thrilled to hear about your O! I will make sure to send you a sweet bread for this. How about Potions? Do not deny our natural charisma for it Rosie, thoughts have power.
Sincerely, Grandma Ersia.
September 20th
Being scared of quitting is also valid. Do not worry, we would never be disappointed at you for feeling as if you need time for yourself. Perhaps you are growing, and realizing the hard bits of it all. That is, feelings that belong entirely to you, just as you get a sense that everyone else also has emotions they are dealing with, silently.
Do not stop writing, remember what we talked about, strong feelings should be felt and filtered into something useful. That is what me and Hertia are for, and also Lady Aithne. Never forget the people that can remind you of who you are. I am proud you chose to be fierce about it, but do not lose your kindness. I am optimistic you will find friends and confine them in order to have your vulnerable moments. Your mother will be thrilled to hear about your O! I will make sure to send you a sweet bread for this. How about Potions? Do not deny our natural charisma for it Rosie, thoughts have power.
Sincerely, Grandma Ersia.
13 Jan 2021, 15:10
Family traits
@Rosie Marricott Willew
It was 7:30 PM in the Aithne household. Laughter rang out through the hallways and feet pattered down the stairs. A bit further away, the refrigerator creaked open quietly - no doubt one of the little ones trying to sneak a pre-dinner treat. The grand clock in the study ticked quietly, as if to reprimand Lady Aithne for letting her mind wander. Tick tock, tick tock, said the grandfather clock. Time's a ticking. They're all growing up. All but one.
The old woman took a breath. She didn't like to drink before dinner, but a few unforeseen altercations involving a torn stuffed owl and two very angry girls had quite worn her to shreds. She didn't regret reaching for the brandy a bit earlier today - it was more than necessary to steel her nerves when she finally got between the two and forced apologies out of both. The issue had been solved eventually, of course. All problems would be solved sooner or later, just as soon as she got around to each of them.
Taking a moment to stretch her back, Lady Aithne made quick work of the letter's seal. A Hogwarts seal, of course. Which one of her darlings could it be?
A smile spread across the heiress' face as she scanned the contents inside. Ah, Rosie Willew. The bright new shining star of Ravenclaw, just as she had hoped. Rosie mentioned she was worried about the decision, but Lady Aithne simply tossed her head back with a laugh. It was just like the girl to overthink things to the very last second. Always thinking, that one. No doubt the Sorting Hat knew it too. There were doubts about the future too, as always, but Lady Aithne had the perfect remedy for that. Kind words and a few educated predictions about the future were all it usually took to put the worried souls back into place. Rosie had nothing to worry about; she would succeed - Lady Aithne would make sure of it.
After a bit of talking in philosophical circles (which was pretty par for the course when it came to Rosie), the girl seemed to move on to her own predictions about the goings and comings of home. She was correct, of course - Jamie had taken the liberty of "borrowing" quite a few volumes of muggle fantasy books as well as some magical books about dragons. As long as she didn't ruin them with her stick jam fingers, however, the Lady of the House would turn a blind eye to such little borrowings. Who was she to discourage learning and creativity?
Yes, she would tell everyone that Rosie missed them dearly. Yes, Felicia would get the dress and Caroline could have the umbrella. It was a dainty little thing, and no use against the relentless rain and sleet of Scotland anyway. Better it find its use in child's play rather than practice rather than get smashed to smithereens by golf-ball-sized hailstones. Yes, Rosie would beyond a shadow of a doubt prove herself to be "outstanding", in more than just Charms class.
But what was this, beneath that envelope? Another letter from Rosie, so soon? Three days later, no less. Curious. The contents seemed a bit more somber, and although the girl declared quite clearly that she was not homesick, it was clear that the sudden turmoil of a new school with new people and none of her old friends was wreaking a bit of havoc. Dreams were but reflections of desire- perhaps a little part of Rosie wished to be safe and sound with everyone back together again, laughing and eating Willew Bread while talking about the wonderful things that happened that day. If homesick was not the correct term, perhaps "somewhat lonely" might do the trick. The hallways of Hogwarts were vast and cold, and it was all too easy to find oneself lost in a flurry of magic and wishing for the comfort of something -anything familiar.
A bit of homesickness could be cured - through warm words, warm bread, and loving thoughts from home. The second part of the letter; this is what troubled the old aristocrat.
Josephine Morgan.
It seemed the girl had not had enough of ruining her own school experience, and was now trying to ruin Rosie's as well.
The girl was going to be trouble from the start. Lady Aithne had hoped it was going to be the good kind of trouble. The Slytherin kind - skirting authority for the right reasons and making high friends in low places. A thought darted into the old woman's head, as if trouble were hereditary. Finlay had refused to be saved as well, so long ago... No, Jo was not going down that path. Lady Aithne had not forsaken her, and never would.
Yet, if Jo was disturbing Rosie's studies, this was another matter entirely. To turn one's heart to ice in silence was horrible enough, but to take down others in a flame on the path to degeneracy and delinquency...this would simply not do. Lady Aithne had taken Jo to be the former kind - the one to push others away and isolate rather than try to force others to feel her pain. But then again...recently it seemed as if she was wrong about so many things now. Things she couldn't take back. Little mistakes, here and there. You're getting old, woman. Too old for secrets.
She'd write to the Headmaster - yes indeed. And perhaps some others, too, just to be sure. Rosie's learning experience had to be optimal, her studies unclouded by worry. Jo would not take Rosie down with her; no, her rebellion would be her alone. Rosie was a good girl. Curious, but good, and she would never doubt the woman who had been like a mother to her for so long.
...or would she?
RING! RING! RING!
8:00. It was only the magical clock, letting everyone know it was time for supper. Tick, tock. Tick, tock, you can save every child; you can help every child, the grandfather clock seemed to whisper as she passed by. They've got all the time in the world to be saved, after all.
Lady Aithne stood up. She walked past the portraits of her ancestors, past the wall of photographs of every girl and boy that had come and gone in the household, past the one picture that was always turned to face the wall.
The grandfather clock whispered something only she could hear.
Lady Aithne walked back, grabbed her glass of brandy, and shut the door behind her.
It was 7:30 PM in the Aithne household. Laughter rang out through the hallways and feet pattered down the stairs. A bit further away, the refrigerator creaked open quietly - no doubt one of the little ones trying to sneak a pre-dinner treat. The grand clock in the study ticked quietly, as if to reprimand Lady Aithne for letting her mind wander. Tick tock, tick tock, said the grandfather clock. Time's a ticking. They're all growing up. All but one.
The old woman took a breath. She didn't like to drink before dinner, but a few unforeseen altercations involving a torn stuffed owl and two very angry girls had quite worn her to shreds. She didn't regret reaching for the brandy a bit earlier today - it was more than necessary to steel her nerves when she finally got between the two and forced apologies out of both. The issue had been solved eventually, of course. All problems would be solved sooner or later, just as soon as she got around to each of them.
Taking a moment to stretch her back, Lady Aithne made quick work of the letter's seal. A Hogwarts seal, of course. Which one of her darlings could it be?
A smile spread across the heiress' face as she scanned the contents inside. Ah, Rosie Willew. The bright new shining star of Ravenclaw, just as she had hoped. Rosie mentioned she was worried about the decision, but Lady Aithne simply tossed her head back with a laugh. It was just like the girl to overthink things to the very last second. Always thinking, that one. No doubt the Sorting Hat knew it too. There were doubts about the future too, as always, but Lady Aithne had the perfect remedy for that. Kind words and a few educated predictions about the future were all it usually took to put the worried souls back into place. Rosie had nothing to worry about; she would succeed - Lady Aithne would make sure of it.
After a bit of talking in philosophical circles (which was pretty par for the course when it came to Rosie), the girl seemed to move on to her own predictions about the goings and comings of home. She was correct, of course - Jamie had taken the liberty of "borrowing" quite a few volumes of muggle fantasy books as well as some magical books about dragons. As long as she didn't ruin them with her stick jam fingers, however, the Lady of the House would turn a blind eye to such little borrowings. Who was she to discourage learning and creativity?
Yes, she would tell everyone that Rosie missed them dearly. Yes, Felicia would get the dress and Caroline could have the umbrella. It was a dainty little thing, and no use against the relentless rain and sleet of Scotland anyway. Better it find its use in child's play rather than practice rather than get smashed to smithereens by golf-ball-sized hailstones. Yes, Rosie would beyond a shadow of a doubt prove herself to be "outstanding", in more than just Charms class.
But what was this, beneath that envelope? Another letter from Rosie, so soon? Three days later, no less. Curious. The contents seemed a bit more somber, and although the girl declared quite clearly that she was not homesick, it was clear that the sudden turmoil of a new school with new people and none of her old friends was wreaking a bit of havoc. Dreams were but reflections of desire- perhaps a little part of Rosie wished to be safe and sound with everyone back together again, laughing and eating Willew Bread while talking about the wonderful things that happened that day. If homesick was not the correct term, perhaps "somewhat lonely" might do the trick. The hallways of Hogwarts were vast and cold, and it was all too easy to find oneself lost in a flurry of magic and wishing for the comfort of something -anything familiar.
A bit of homesickness could be cured - through warm words, warm bread, and loving thoughts from home. The second part of the letter; this is what troubled the old aristocrat.
Josephine Morgan.
It seemed the girl had not had enough of ruining her own school experience, and was now trying to ruin Rosie's as well.
The girl was going to be trouble from the start. Lady Aithne had hoped it was going to be the good kind of trouble. The Slytherin kind - skirting authority for the right reasons and making high friends in low places. A thought darted into the old woman's head, as if trouble were hereditary. Finlay had refused to be saved as well, so long ago... No, Jo was not going down that path. Lady Aithne had not forsaken her, and never would.
Yet, if Jo was disturbing Rosie's studies, this was another matter entirely. To turn one's heart to ice in silence was horrible enough, but to take down others in a flame on the path to degeneracy and delinquency...this would simply not do. Lady Aithne had taken Jo to be the former kind - the one to push others away and isolate rather than try to force others to feel her pain. But then again...recently it seemed as if she was wrong about so many things now. Things she couldn't take back. Little mistakes, here and there. You're getting old, woman. Too old for secrets.
She'd write to the Headmaster - yes indeed. And perhaps some others, too, just to be sure. Rosie's learning experience had to be optimal, her studies unclouded by worry. Jo would not take Rosie down with her; no, her rebellion would be her alone. Rosie was a good girl. Curious, but good, and she would never doubt the woman who had been like a mother to her for so long.
...or would she?
RING! RING! RING!
8:00. It was only the magical clock, letting everyone know it was time for supper. Tick, tock. Tick, tock, you can save every child; you can help every child, the grandfather clock seemed to whisper as she passed by. They've got all the time in the world to be saved, after all.
Lady Aithne stood up. She walked past the portraits of her ancestors, past the wall of photographs of every girl and boy that had come and gone in the household, past the one picture that was always turned to face the wall.
The grandfather clock whispered something only she could hear.
Lady Aithne walked back, grabbed her glass of brandy, and shut the door behind her.
"Out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me.
Scared to call them my friends and be broken again; Is this hope just a mystical dream?"