7 Feb 2023, 19:12
Jupiter Unmoving
Alora had always had an active imagination, it was a gift. Overcast just became lovely dust to enshrine the moons in on parchment. "As clear as it gets," she offered, and looked in there again. "Check again, and wait a solid twenty seconds for the cloud to shift," she offered. It was one good thing about clouds like these, they moved along, though only to leave way to others. In between, however, there were amazing glimpses to be had.
Giving some shading to her drawing she nibbled her bottom lip. Did she miss her mother? "I mean I do, but I miss some of my siblings more," she admitted. It wasn't like she disliked her mother. Quite the contrary. If anything, she wished her mother would love her more. It was a silly thought, of course her mother loved her, but she always felt like Lotte was the more loved one. The perfect ballerina that never did anything wrong. "I kind of like Hogwarts more than home as bad as that sounds," she admitted.
"Do you miss your parents?" she asked. Hopefully she wasn't the only one to feel that way. She felt terrible for feeling the way she did, and yet, she could only imagine the grudge her siblings would hold once she came back home.
A first date in Hogsmeade sounded cute. She liked that. In fact, she considered following that one herself. "Sneaking out and buying sweets, count me in," she grinned. That was definitely up her alley. Dates and such were the last things on Alora's mind. In her eyes, boys still had cooties, and she wasn't seeing anything to tell her otherwise.
"Sheesh, glad that's over," she shrugged. Honestly, some wizards definitely needed therapy. She wondered if wizards had psychiatry. Perhaps she'd be the first if they didn't.
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11 Feb 2023, 14:30
Jupiter Unmoving
The Ravenclaw followed the Slytherin’s instructions. It worked! She said her thanks and noted down her observations.
Cynthia did not realise Alora’s question. She snapped back to attention. ‘Yes, of course! she said, her brain finding an immediate answer. She stopped herself… but, was that answer true? Did she really miss her parents? Her father, who never seemed to be there for her? Her mother who was always to strict and demanding? No… she did not. She thought it firmer. No. She did not miss her parents. ‘No. When I think about it I do not. I know this is cliche, but I have friends here at Hogwarts. Friends that I never expected to make.’ She laughed a little at that. But, her face darkened to soon by a crossing shadow, ‘They are like my family… except my family was never there for me…’ This conversation had turned much too personal, and Cynthia could feel to prickle of hot tears in her eyes. She quickly blinked them away. Hopefully Alora did not realise.
Cynthia smiled at the Hogmeade comment, but her emotions changed quickly. She nodded briskly as Alora expressed her feelings. ‘Alora,’ Cynthia said, her voice suddenly turning cold and stern. ‘What we need is change. Change. We purebloods…’ her voice quavered, but it remained strong. ‘We are better than this, Alora. I cannot believe we have lowered ourselves to such a level.’ Cynthia felt passion and anger worm through her words and she winced inwardly. ‘Something needs to happen. Our house employs what? - two kitchen elves, two maintenance elves, another elf for personal matters - that’s five elves in total. They do so much around the house! But, Alora, we also employ people,’ Cynthia felt her voice shake, but she tried to make it louder, though not too loud to disrupt the others. ‘We employ one butler and one live-in housekeeper. They don’t really do anything that important. Yet, they get treated so much better than the elves!’ She shook her head in disgust. ‘We — the pureblood society — are better than this Alora — much better…’ Her brain reminded her reluctant heart that they were still studying. She flicked out her hand, her voice going quiet, ‘Never… never mind that. Class isn’t over yet,’ she said dejectedly.
@Alora J. Graves
Cynthia did not realise Alora’s question. She snapped back to attention. ‘Yes, of course! she said, her brain finding an immediate answer. She stopped herself… but, was that answer true? Did she really miss her parents? Her father, who never seemed to be there for her? Her mother who was always to strict and demanding? No… she did not. She thought it firmer. No. She did not miss her parents. ‘No. When I think about it I do not. I know this is cliche, but I have friends here at Hogwarts. Friends that I never expected to make.’ She laughed a little at that. But, her face darkened to soon by a crossing shadow, ‘They are like my family… except my family was never there for me…’ This conversation had turned much too personal, and Cynthia could feel to prickle of hot tears in her eyes. She quickly blinked them away. Hopefully Alora did not realise.
Cynthia smiled at the Hogmeade comment, but her emotions changed quickly. She nodded briskly as Alora expressed her feelings. ‘Alora,’ Cynthia said, her voice suddenly turning cold and stern. ‘What we need is change. Change. We purebloods…’ her voice quavered, but it remained strong. ‘We are better than this, Alora. I cannot believe we have lowered ourselves to such a level.’ Cynthia felt passion and anger worm through her words and she winced inwardly. ‘Something needs to happen. Our house employs what? - two kitchen elves, two maintenance elves, another elf for personal matters - that’s five elves in total. They do so much around the house! But, Alora, we also employ people,’ Cynthia felt her voice shake, but she tried to make it louder, though not too loud to disrupt the others. ‘We employ one butler and one live-in housekeeper. They don’t really do anything that important. Yet, they get treated so much better than the elves!’ She shook her head in disgust. ‘We — the pureblood society — are better than this Alora — much better…’ Her brain reminded her reluctant heart that they were still studying. She flicked out her hand, her voice going quiet, ‘Never… never mind that. Class isn’t over yet,’ she said dejectedly.
@Alora J. Graves
A heart as cold as ice; a mind as hard as stone.