Hope For The Hopeless Solo Closed

PART 1

Skylar Celine Evans, wasn't typically the girl to send letters home much. In fact she saw no point really, that was why it was quite unusual for her to always be up in the owlery. You would think someone who had no letters to send wouldn't come here, of all places. Yet, the girl found tranquility up in the eves of the circular room, it was almost always empty, something which was welcome to Sky by far, in the fact that her social interaction was limited. This wasn't because she was the shy type, no. Not at all. On the contrary she was quite confident, regal and princess-like in her ways; though this was accompanied by her haughty, stuck up attitude, she expressed such an impressive air that it may even have been intimidating. She opposed such rowdy, messy behavior as such, maybe that was what led to her dislike of the lion house. The fact that they pretty much all resembled the same nature. Naive, hot-headed, brash, ignorant and impulsive. Why she could go on and on. Though it would be quite a waste of time. In her opinion.

Now she made her way slowly up the owlery stairs. It was quite early in the morning, though that of course didn't stop her. Having gotten into a routine, she was quite the early bird, organized and productive in her diligent ways. Dressed as always in her neat skirt and shoes, blouse tucked in and hair brushed silky smooth. She wouldn't call for such negligence towards clean presentation. Yes, etiquette was key.

A book in hand. Not the regular volume, but one of her mothers in fact. A muggle book. Now Sky definitely wasn't one to prejudice against muggles. No. Cruel and malicious may she be, she respected them, for her mother was a muggle-born witch herself. Sky was secretly rather fascinated by them. Although she tried not to show it, such soft care and interest in a delicate subject may rupture her hard, cold reputation. Why may you ask was she so determined to keep up this facade? Well that was if you could call it that. Naturally she was most like her father, punctilious and diligent, precise and meticulous in her ways. Yes, she would leave no room for childish behavior, for such ill-disciplined play. Her mother, quite the opposite of her, was one of the only exceptions she would make [for now]. A carefree attitude her mother carried, yet she also thought about her strategy, she didn't impulsively shoot forward at any opportunity. Her mother was sweet and caring, it was something Sky admired. This concept was not to be in relation with her father however, Sky could not stand him, similar in personality might they be, but this only made them clash horribly. Both wanted their way, both wanted control, stubborn natures they did both unfortunately possess, and it was not for the better, at least not in her household.

This was why, as she sat peacefully, engrossed in her novel, she hadn't expected anything to come to her. Okay well, that was a lie. She had received letters before, ones from her dear mother, other strict demanding letters from her father. There were also various packages that had been sent her way over her time at hogwarts. Most included new clothes, dresses and skirts, pretty shoes. Others carried assortments of sweets, cakes and various books. Sky could not pretend she wasn't from a wealthy family, for she was, quite well off in fact.

The letter was dropped harmlessly at her feet and Sky finished the last sentence of her chapter before turning her gaze to the parchment that lay innocently beside her. For the first time in days, she smiled, a genuine smile, taking the letter in her grasp and opening it. It was her mother's handwriting, she was always glad to receive messages from her.

However this time as she read through the contents so perfectly written by her mother's hand, a frown was tugged upon her dainty features, a disgruntled feeling rising within her.