16 Jul 2018, 17:18
A Kindling Friendship
Panting, I leaned on my knees and realized I had beat Amaya in our race to this destination. Catching my breath, I placed the herbology textbook and two wells of ink on a small desk nearby, along with two quills. Observing my surroundings, I came across a pretty green bird, flying around in the jungle-like environment. However, no one else was to be found. Waiting for Amaya, I strolled about, looking at the exotic plants around me. Some with leaves larger than my torso, and others with seemingly fluorescent leaves, these plants came from all over the wizarding world.
Impatiently biding my time until Amaya's arrival, I decided to briefly flip through the textbook I had retrieved from my dorm, and even identified one or two plants.
I tapped my foot after making my way to the entrance, watching the sun descend, and suddenly, an idea struck me.
One word: sleepover.
We could stay up late, writing and drawing to our heart's content. But we would have to leave early in the morning, before the professor arrived.
So I pondered her thoughts on the subject. Or we could just find a more suitable place to sleep, maybe in, or under, a tree, or possibly somewhere else...
Impatiently biding my time until Amaya's arrival, I decided to briefly flip through the textbook I had retrieved from my dorm, and even identified one or two plants.
I tapped my foot after making my way to the entrance, watching the sun descend, and suddenly, an idea struck me.
One word: sleepover.
We could stay up late, writing and drawing to our heart's content. But we would have to leave early in the morning, before the professor arrived.
So I pondered her thoughts on the subject. Or we could just find a more suitable place to sleep, maybe in, or under, a tree, or possibly somewhere else...
Mae E. Reeds
16 Jul 2018, 17:27
A Kindling Friendship
When Amaya reached the Greenhouse, she paused for a moment, catching her breath. She had brought parchment.
A lot of parchment.
She had at least twenty long sheets in the pile she had gathered in her arms, a wild grin on her face.
Breathing for a few more moments, she slowly made her way into the Greenhouse, walking past the plants practically bursting in every direction, breathing in wonderful scents and aromas as well as mentally listing some in her mind.
After all, Herbology has its roots in Potions, and she would have to be extremely daft to try to become a Potions Master without learning stuff about the many magical plants.
Eventually, she came across Mae.
She smiled wider then before, and promptly sat down next to her.
“I brought parchment! Well... erm... a lot of parchment...”
She slowly placed them down in front of the both of them, showing Mae the neatly stacked pile. She quickly counted through it, before turning back to Mae.
“We have thirty-seven sheets.”
Amaya looked up, seeing the desk where Mae had placed her stuff, and quickly moved the sheets she’d brought onto the desk as well.
“So, whadduya wanna do now?”, she inquired, looking at Mae expectantly.
A lot of parchment.
She had at least twenty long sheets in the pile she had gathered in her arms, a wild grin on her face.
Breathing for a few more moments, she slowly made her way into the Greenhouse, walking past the plants practically bursting in every direction, breathing in wonderful scents and aromas as well as mentally listing some in her mind.
After all, Herbology has its roots in Potions, and she would have to be extremely daft to try to become a Potions Master without learning stuff about the many magical plants.
Eventually, she came across Mae.
She smiled wider then before, and promptly sat down next to her.
“I brought parchment! Well... erm... a lot of parchment...”
She slowly placed them down in front of the both of them, showing Mae the neatly stacked pile. She quickly counted through it, before turning back to Mae.
“We have thirty-seven sheets.”
Amaya looked up, seeing the desk where Mae had placed her stuff, and quickly moved the sheets she’d brought onto the desk as well.
“So, whadduya wanna do now?”, she inquired, looking at Mae expectantly.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
16 Jul 2018, 17:42
A Kindling Friendship
Amaya had come in carrying parchment.
A lot of parchment.
“We have thirty-seven sheets.”
Amaya looked up, seeing the desk where Mae had placed her stuff, and quickly moved the sheets she’d brought onto the desk as well.
“So, whadduya wanna do now?”, she inquired, looking at me expectantly.
"I dunno.." I responded.
"Write? About two girls who are flying to Hogsmeade but instead get stuck in a storm and crash in the abyss of a deep, queer, and dangerous forest!?" I exclaimed, maybe a bit too loud.
I smiled, laughing and grabbing the parchment, ink and quills.
"Hm? Adventure, fantasy, a wee bit of science... they could meet a boy... or two... and then we'd have the romance box checked! Whadduya say?"
I immediately began flipping through the textbook to find plants to include in our forest in wait for her response.
Before I could forget, though, I asked, "And... do you wanna have a sleepover?"
"Not here," I continued. " The professor might catch us."
"We could stay in the magical creatures yard, once we're done. It's not to be used until next year, and they haven't found a professor yet!" I suggested.
Oh, what I had found. Amaya was amazing, and I hope our friendship would lat all throughout our seven years at Hogwarts.
A lot of parchment.
“We have thirty-seven sheets.”
Amaya looked up, seeing the desk where Mae had placed her stuff, and quickly moved the sheets she’d brought onto the desk as well.
“So, whadduya wanna do now?”, she inquired, looking at me expectantly.
"I dunno.." I responded.
"Write? About two girls who are flying to Hogsmeade but instead get stuck in a storm and crash in the abyss of a deep, queer, and dangerous forest!?" I exclaimed, maybe a bit too loud.
I smiled, laughing and grabbing the parchment, ink and quills.
"Hm? Adventure, fantasy, a wee bit of science... they could meet a boy... or two... and then we'd have the romance box checked! Whadduya say?"
I immediately began flipping through the textbook to find plants to include in our forest in wait for her response.
Before I could forget, though, I asked, "And... do you wanna have a sleepover?"
"Not here," I continued. " The professor might catch us."
"We could stay in the magical creatures yard, once we're done. It's not to be used until next year, and they haven't found a professor yet!" I suggested.
Oh, what I had found. Amaya was amazing, and I hope our friendship would lat all throughout our seven years at Hogwarts.
Mae E. Reeds
16 Jul 2018, 18:02
A Kindling Friendship
“I dunno...” Mae replied. Amaya nodded.
Then she spoke again. "Write? About two girls who are flying to Hogsmeade but instead get stuck in a storm and crash in the abyss of a deep, queer, and dangerous forest!?"
Before Amaya could rely, she continued, laughing slightly as she gathered some of the materials they’d brought. "Hm? Adventure, fantasy, a wee bit of science... they could meet a boy... or two... and then we'd have the romance box checked! Whadduya say?"
Amaya winced slightly. Romance...
Then Mae proceeded to ask her about a sleepover.
That had done it.
“YASSSSSSSSS IT’LL BE SOOOOO FUNNNTO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WE DON’T EVEN NEED TO GO GET OUR STUFF IT’LL BE A NICE, NATURAL SLEEPOVER!” Amaya squealed, using her talent of speaking quickly to do so.
“And about romance... Meh. I don’t really like romance... sorry. But we can write some! And the idea of the two girls won’t really fit when they find boys... But... um... Maybe there were two girls... Their two families had hated each other since history, mainly because of blood status? They meet each other at Hogwarts and become quick friends, and eventually... find people... and then...romance?” Amaya meekly suggested, not quite sure if the other girl would accept her idea.
Then she spoke again. "Write? About two girls who are flying to Hogsmeade but instead get stuck in a storm and crash in the abyss of a deep, queer, and dangerous forest!?"
Before Amaya could rely, she continued, laughing slightly as she gathered some of the materials they’d brought. "Hm? Adventure, fantasy, a wee bit of science... they could meet a boy... or two... and then we'd have the romance box checked! Whadduya say?"
Amaya winced slightly. Romance...
Then Mae proceeded to ask her about a sleepover.
That had done it.
“YASSSSSSSSS IT’LL BE SOOOOO FUNNNTO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WE DON’T EVEN NEED TO GO GET OUR STUFF IT’LL BE A NICE, NATURAL SLEEPOVER!” Amaya squealed, using her talent of speaking quickly to do so.
“And about romance... Meh. I don’t really like romance... sorry. But we can write some! And the idea of the two girls won’t really fit when they find boys... But... um... Maybe there were two girls... Their two families had hated each other since history, mainly because of blood status? They meet each other at Hogwarts and become quick friends, and eventually... find people... and then...romance?” Amaya meekly suggested, not quite sure if the other girl would accept her idea.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
16 Jul 2018, 18:41
A Kindling Friendship
"Awesome!" Mae replied to Amaya's idea, though disappointed that her friend wasn't partial to romance. Though Mae didn't read the genre, she took great joy in reading it when it popped up in other genres.
After pulling two desks together with Amaya's help, the two sat down together, dipped their quills in ink and began to write.
"What should we call our story, Amaya?" Mae inquired.
"A Tale of Drastic Circumstances?" the Irish girl suggested.
"Dewy Leaves in a Jungle?" was her next idea.
"Above Blood Status: A Friendship Forms?" she asked.
"Of all the possibilities! Should we use a nom de plum? Would you like to write in chapters?" Mae began to ascend into an ecstatic state, rambling on, becoming a fast-talking blur of jumping hair and robe.
She hadn't really written with someone else since age five, and then their 'writing' hadn't been written in proper English. Oh, how much the girl had been missing! Hogwarts had given her so much more than she had before, from companions, education, and, most of all, the gift of magic.
Her mother hadn't taught her about magic, for she was afraid the girl would be a squib, and she would be arrested for using magic in the presence of muggles.
Snapping out of her memories, Mae returned to her perky, excitable state, and waited for Amaya's reply.
After pulling two desks together with Amaya's help, the two sat down together, dipped their quills in ink and began to write.
"What should we call our story, Amaya?" Mae inquired.
"A Tale of Drastic Circumstances?" the Irish girl suggested.
"Dewy Leaves in a Jungle?" was her next idea.
"Above Blood Status: A Friendship Forms?" she asked.
"Of all the possibilities! Should we use a nom de plum? Would you like to write in chapters?" Mae began to ascend into an ecstatic state, rambling on, becoming a fast-talking blur of jumping hair and robe.
She hadn't really written with someone else since age five, and then their 'writing' hadn't been written in proper English. Oh, how much the girl had been missing! Hogwarts had given her so much more than she had before, from companions, education, and, most of all, the gift of magic.
Her mother hadn't taught her about magic, for she was afraid the girl would be a squib, and she would be arrested for using magic in the presence of muggles.
Snapping out of her memories, Mae returned to her perky, excitable state, and waited for Amaya's reply.
Mae E. Reeds
16 Jul 2018, 21:45
A Kindling Friendship
Amaya laughed at the length of excitement Mae contained. “Chapters, please, unless you don’t want to... And...Maybe brainstorm the title later? Do you wanna work on the plot first? This way we have a outline for our story... And when we began to become closer to finishing it, try and think of a title that really represents our entire story!”
Then Amaya looked at Mae again. “And do you want to include illustrations?”
She smiled at the thought. “I might even try my hand at sketching or inking! And we could make borders for our pages too! Now, borders I can do...”
She grinned at Mae once more, before lowering her voice, low and soft enough so only Mae could hear, “Oh, and for the sleepover, do you wanna weave some grass platforms? I learned how to do it from my mum’s friend... she was quite the wild one!”
Amaya sighed as she thought about her mother, effectively dampening her mood. She quieted, and the thin line then turned into a frown.
But she did smile a little as she remembered her mother’s friend, Cathy, who’d been so wild and fun that Amaya had always enjoyed it when she came over to talk to her mum. Cathy had been one of the few of her parents’ friends that Amaya actually liked.
Then she shook out of her daze. “Sorry, sorry, just... spacing out. Anyways, would you like me to find some gel pens and some different colored ink? I heard that you can also use ink as a substitute for watercolor, or to add on to it... And even use brush pens for it!”
She gave her a friend a small smile, a tentative thing that was slightly reminscient of a shy
young deer.
Then Amaya looked at Mae again. “And do you want to include illustrations?”
She smiled at the thought. “I might even try my hand at sketching or inking! And we could make borders for our pages too! Now, borders I can do...”
She grinned at Mae once more, before lowering her voice, low and soft enough so only Mae could hear, “Oh, and for the sleepover, do you wanna weave some grass platforms? I learned how to do it from my mum’s friend... she was quite the wild one!”
Amaya sighed as she thought about her mother, effectively dampening her mood. She quieted, and the thin line then turned into a frown.
But she did smile a little as she remembered her mother’s friend, Cathy, who’d been so wild and fun that Amaya had always enjoyed it when she came over to talk to her mum. Cathy had been one of the few of her parents’ friends that Amaya actually liked.
Then she shook out of her daze. “Sorry, sorry, just... spacing out. Anyways, would you like me to find some gel pens and some different colored ink? I heard that you can also use ink as a substitute for watercolor, or to add on to it... And even use brush pens for it!”
She gave her a friend a small smile, a tentative thing that was slightly reminscient of a shy
young deer.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
17 Jul 2018, 16:07
A Kindling Friendship
Amaya laughed with Mae, at their excitement.
“Chapters, please, unless you don’t want to... And...Maybe brainstorm the title later? Do you wanna work on the plot first? This way we have a outline for our story... And when we began to become closer to finishing it, try and think of a title that really represents our entire story!”
Then Amaya looked at Mae again. “And do you want to include illustrations?”
She smiled at the thought. I did too. “I might even try my hand at sketching or inking! And we could make borders for our pages too! Now, borders I can do...”
Borders would be utterly wonderful.
She grinned at Mae once more, before lowering her voice, low and soft enough so only Mae could hear, “Oh, and for the sleepover, do you wanna weave some grass platforms? I learned how to do it from my mum’s friend... she was quite the wild one!”
That sounded like fun, I knew how to start a fire. But, for a moment, Amaya seemed... somewhere else. As if, lost... in memories of her mother?
“Sorry, sorry, just... spacing out. Anyways, would you like me to find some gel pens and some different colored ink? I heard that you can also use ink as a substitute for watercolor, or to add on to it... And even use brush pens for it!” Amaya said, regaining her giddy state.
"Chapters it is! And yeah plot first... colorful ink sounds good for illustrations and borders... I have a brush pen... here!" I whipped it out of my sketchbook, glad that it finally came in handy.
I always keep my favorite art supplies in my sketchbook, like a small eraser, a pencil, a pen, and a brush pen with some ink!
"So... we begin!?" I exclaimed excitedly.
"My nom-de-plum will be... Godric Fiddich! Yours?" I inquired.
“Chapters, please, unless you don’t want to... And...Maybe brainstorm the title later? Do you wanna work on the plot first? This way we have a outline for our story... And when we began to become closer to finishing it, try and think of a title that really represents our entire story!”
Then Amaya looked at Mae again. “And do you want to include illustrations?”
She smiled at the thought. I did too. “I might even try my hand at sketching or inking! And we could make borders for our pages too! Now, borders I can do...”
Borders would be utterly wonderful.
She grinned at Mae once more, before lowering her voice, low and soft enough so only Mae could hear, “Oh, and for the sleepover, do you wanna weave some grass platforms? I learned how to do it from my mum’s friend... she was quite the wild one!”
That sounded like fun, I knew how to start a fire. But, for a moment, Amaya seemed... somewhere else. As if, lost... in memories of her mother?
“Sorry, sorry, just... spacing out. Anyways, would you like me to find some gel pens and some different colored ink? I heard that you can also use ink as a substitute for watercolor, or to add on to it... And even use brush pens for it!” Amaya said, regaining her giddy state.
"Chapters it is! And yeah plot first... colorful ink sounds good for illustrations and borders... I have a brush pen... here!" I whipped it out of my sketchbook, glad that it finally came in handy.
I always keep my favorite art supplies in my sketchbook, like a small eraser, a pencil, a pen, and a brush pen with some ink!
"So... we begin!?" I exclaimed excitedly.
"My nom-de-plum will be... Godric Fiddich! Yours?" I inquired.
Mae E. Reeds
17 Jul 2018, 16:20
A Kindling Friendship
"Chapters it is! And yeah plot first... colorful ink sounds good for illustrations and borders... I have a brush pen... here!" Amaya watched as Mae whipped out a brush pen. She laughed. Did she bring it with her everywhere?
So... we begin!?", Mae stated, excitement lighting up her features."My nom-de-plum will be... Godric Fiddich! Yours?"
Amaya pondered this for a moment. "Calliope Wilson."
She'd considered choosing a famous pureblood last name, but wasn't sure if it would work...
She smiled a little. "Personalities? Likes? Dislikes? Or later? And plot! Oh Plot! So how do they meet? At Diagon Alley? Buying things for school? Sneaking off for ice cream? And they begin to like each other... Until they realize who the other truly is?"
Amaya's own words sent her spiraling away from the current moment. Amaya was lost once again in her memories. She'd lost so many friends when she was young, pureblood friends who'd pushed her away once they realized she didn't have the same blood status views.
Friends who'd she'd treasured, friends that had made her smile so much.
Her happiest childhood moments had been with them, but they were gone.
She tensed up. Would Mae be the same?
Would Mae stop being her friend too?
Amaya suddenly stilled, turning quiet.
She could say no more, and she didn't want to talk anymore either.
The hurt that flooded in was bad enough. She could feel it.
But she masked it all up with a small smile, a strained smile speaking volumes more then any sentence could say. Her expression, now blank and emotionless, whispering of hurt and hurt and that strange hurt that screamed.
And all Amaya did was stare down at the parchment, unable to look at Mae.
The pain, the pain that was so much worse then any physical pain, the pain that threatened to break her facade apart.
Who are you kidding? Of course she'd leave you. Of course she would. Maybe not now, but it's coming. She'll leave you... Best you stop it now before you have to suffer once more.
So Amaya let her smile go.
And all she was was a blank, blank person, hiding it all.
She didn't know that this only made it more obvious.
Well, she knew. She knew. But she didn't care anymore. She tried her hardest to push it away, but it was too hard. She couldn't. She couldn't push that stupid hurt away, that hurt that loomed so heavily upon her.
So she settled for hiding behind her mask, redirecting all that hurt and pain and fear behind her mask, hiding it away safely in hopes that Mae wouldn't know. But that fear came creeping back, threatening to knock her mask down.
So Amaya got up, and ran out, breathing heavily, and hid in the back, behind the building, curling up.
For a moment, she could breathe.
Then it all came crashing down, and Amaya had to blink repeatedly to keep herself from letting those burning tears fall, her hair falling down in front of her face and almost shielding her, in it's umbrella like fashion.
So... we begin!?", Mae stated, excitement lighting up her features."My nom-de-plum will be... Godric Fiddich! Yours?"
Amaya pondered this for a moment. "Calliope Wilson."
She'd considered choosing a famous pureblood last name, but wasn't sure if it would work...
She smiled a little. "Personalities? Likes? Dislikes? Or later? And plot! Oh Plot! So how do they meet? At Diagon Alley? Buying things for school? Sneaking off for ice cream? And they begin to like each other... Until they realize who the other truly is?"
Amaya's own words sent her spiraling away from the current moment. Amaya was lost once again in her memories. She'd lost so many friends when she was young, pureblood friends who'd pushed her away once they realized she didn't have the same blood status views.
Friends who'd she'd treasured, friends that had made her smile so much.
Her happiest childhood moments had been with them, but they were gone.
She tensed up. Would Mae be the same?
Would Mae stop being her friend too?
Amaya suddenly stilled, turning quiet.
She could say no more, and she didn't want to talk anymore either.
The hurt that flooded in was bad enough. She could feel it.
But she masked it all up with a small smile, a strained smile speaking volumes more then any sentence could say. Her expression, now blank and emotionless, whispering of hurt and hurt and that strange hurt that screamed.
And all Amaya did was stare down at the parchment, unable to look at Mae.
The pain, the pain that was so much worse then any physical pain, the pain that threatened to break her facade apart.
Who are you kidding? Of course she'd leave you. Of course she would. Maybe not now, but it's coming. She'll leave you... Best you stop it now before you have to suffer once more.
So Amaya let her smile go.
And all she was was a blank, blank person, hiding it all.
She didn't know that this only made it more obvious.
Well, she knew. She knew. But she didn't care anymore. She tried her hardest to push it away, but it was too hard. She couldn't. She couldn't push that stupid hurt away, that hurt that loomed so heavily upon her.
So she settled for hiding behind her mask, redirecting all that hurt and pain and fear behind her mask, hiding it away safely in hopes that Mae wouldn't know. But that fear came creeping back, threatening to knock her mask down.
So Amaya got up, and ran out, breathing heavily, and hid in the back, behind the building, curling up.
For a moment, she could breathe.
Then it all came crashing down, and Amaya had to blink repeatedly to keep herself from letting those burning tears fall, her hair falling down in front of her face and almost shielding her, in it's umbrella like fashion.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
17 Jul 2018, 22:40
A Kindling Friendship
"Calliope Wilson," Amaya decided for her pen name.
"Personalities? Likes? Dislikes? Or later? And plot! Oh Plot! So how do they meet? At Diagon Alley? Buying things for school? Sneaking off for ice cream? And they begin to like each other... Until they realize who the other truly is?"
Hmm.
Decisions... decisions...
But then, as I glanced back at Amaya, I found her staring at the parchment. First, tensing her muscles suddenly, then, after a few seconds, stilling, and then she ran away.
Every.
Single.
Time.
I always did something wrong.
I might've said something.
Maybe I did it.
But, it had pushed her away.
"Amaya!" I called.
Only once I called her, because then I resolved that it would be best to give up.
Or, give her space anyway.
So, I gathered my quills, pen and ink, and tread slowly out of the pretty greenhouse, as dusk settled over the sky.
My dorm? Not in the mood.
The grounds? Getting dark.
I sighed, realizing how picky I could be.
The library?... Perfect.
I had to choose a new book, after finishing Moby Dick anyway. I began to ponder my choices... when a revelation struck me.
Why was I living to please? Why was I playing the part of the scared, nervous little girl? I found I knew the answer to neither of those questions.
Was that who I wanted to be? I knew that: no.
So then why was I acting like this?
I stopped walking.
Why did I care what other people thought of me?
I should only worry about my own opinion of myself. I remembered a quote by Charlotte Brontë,“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
I knew that.
So why the heck was I living to please?
Not anymore.
Regaining my pace, just a wee bit faster now, I headed to the library, my head held high.
Whatever it was Amaya thought of me, whether it was my blood status or my personality, or the way I sat, I didn't care.
And if she hated me because I was a half-blood then, I just hoped she knew, that my skill of wizardry is measured by practice, knowledge, discipline, determination, and respect, not the skill of my parents.
"Personalities? Likes? Dislikes? Or later? And plot! Oh Plot! So how do they meet? At Diagon Alley? Buying things for school? Sneaking off for ice cream? And they begin to like each other... Until they realize who the other truly is?"
Hmm.
Decisions... decisions...
But then, as I glanced back at Amaya, I found her staring at the parchment. First, tensing her muscles suddenly, then, after a few seconds, stilling, and then she ran away.
Every.
Single.
Time.
I always did something wrong.
I might've said something.
Maybe I did it.
But, it had pushed her away.
"Amaya!" I called.
Only once I called her, because then I resolved that it would be best to give up.
Or, give her space anyway.
So, I gathered my quills, pen and ink, and tread slowly out of the pretty greenhouse, as dusk settled over the sky.
My dorm? Not in the mood.
The grounds? Getting dark.
I sighed, realizing how picky I could be.
The library?... Perfect.
I had to choose a new book, after finishing Moby Dick anyway. I began to ponder my choices... when a revelation struck me.
Why was I living to please? Why was I playing the part of the scared, nervous little girl? I found I knew the answer to neither of those questions.
Was that who I wanted to be? I knew that: no.
So then why was I acting like this?
I stopped walking.
Why did I care what other people thought of me?
I should only worry about my own opinion of myself. I remembered a quote by Charlotte Brontë,“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
I knew that.
So why the heck was I living to please?
Not anymore.
Regaining my pace, just a wee bit faster now, I headed to the library, my head held high.
Whatever it was Amaya thought of me, whether it was my blood status or my personality, or the way I sat, I didn't care.
And if she hated me because I was a half-blood then, I just hoped she knew, that my skill of wizardry is measured by practice, knowledge, discipline, determination, and respect, not the skill of my parents.
Mae E. Reeds
17 Jul 2018, 22:54
A Kindling Friendship
Amaya stayed trembling, feeling stupid and wretched but the pain stayed. She couldn't get rid of it, no matter how hard she tried, and so she let out a silent scream.
It was, after all, what happened when you've had to hold back your whole life, holing up those emotions until she burst.
That was when Amaya heard the quiet footsteps of someone marching out.
Amaya pondered this for a moment.
It must've been Mae.
Amaya's eyes widened as she realized what the implications of her running away was.
I am not like the other purebloods...!
Amaya wished she'd speak, yell that after her, but the pain dragged her away, dragging her back into the swirling abyss that was her memories.
She tripped, and fell in, pulled down, and she closed her eyes.
I'm sorry.
Amaya murmured this, wishing with all her heart Mae would hear, but eventually let it go.
She laughed at the irony of it all.
Running away to escape the hurt and hopefully being pushed away, only to be the one who'd pushed the other away. She laughed again.
How funny life was. As she climbed away from her memories, she finally let her tears go.
There was no one around, anyways, and this time, she did scream.
Screaming for every single loss she'd had, screaming for how she'd let everyone go, screaming for how lost she truly was.
Then Amaya stopped.
There was a reason why she studied people. Because deep down, she was afraid.
LIke a little girl.
Amaya tensed again, and after wiping her eyes, she walked through the grass. Oh, how quickly things change.
Each step reminded her of who she truly was.
Each step only served to lower her head, hiding her face.
Each step was tiring.
She didn't want to walk anymore.
So she turned back, and gathering some leaves, began to weave.
This, for some reason, calmed her. Her thoughts wandered back to Cathy once more. Sweet, sly Cathy. She smiled. Cathy who'd always showered her with affection. Cathy who'd pushed her into Slytherin, convincing her. Cathy who'd always shown her support.
Cathy...
Who'd died.
Amaya paused.
Stop. Stop, Amaya, STOP, DAMNIT!
Amaya breathed deeply. Then she only sat there, emotionless, hands nimbly weaving, darting back and forth easily. She took the platform, dragged it behind the Greenhouse, and wandering into the Abandoned forest, laid down on it, slowly drifting asleep.
It was, after all, what happened when you've had to hold back your whole life, holing up those emotions until she burst.
That was when Amaya heard the quiet footsteps of someone marching out.
Amaya pondered this for a moment.
It must've been Mae.
Amaya's eyes widened as she realized what the implications of her running away was.
I am not like the other purebloods...!
Amaya wished she'd speak, yell that after her, but the pain dragged her away, dragging her back into the swirling abyss that was her memories.
She tripped, and fell in, pulled down, and she closed her eyes.
I'm sorry.
Amaya murmured this, wishing with all her heart Mae would hear, but eventually let it go.
She laughed at the irony of it all.
Running away to escape the hurt and hopefully being pushed away, only to be the one who'd pushed the other away. She laughed again.
How funny life was. As she climbed away from her memories, she finally let her tears go.
There was no one around, anyways, and this time, she did scream.
Screaming for every single loss she'd had, screaming for how she'd let everyone go, screaming for how lost she truly was.
Then Amaya stopped.
There was a reason why she studied people. Because deep down, she was afraid.
LIke a little girl.
Amaya tensed again, and after wiping her eyes, she walked through the grass. Oh, how quickly things change.
Each step reminded her of who she truly was.
Each step only served to lower her head, hiding her face.
Each step was tiring.
She didn't want to walk anymore.
So she turned back, and gathering some leaves, began to weave.
This, for some reason, calmed her. Her thoughts wandered back to Cathy once more. Sweet, sly Cathy. She smiled. Cathy who'd always showered her with affection. Cathy who'd pushed her into Slytherin, convincing her. Cathy who'd always shown her support.
Cathy...
Who'd died.
Amaya paused.
Stop. Stop, Amaya, STOP, DAMNIT!
Amaya breathed deeply. Then she only sat there, emotionless, hands nimbly weaving, darting back and forth easily. She took the platform, dragged it behind the Greenhouse, and wandering into the Abandoned forest, laid down on it, slowly drifting asleep.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne