5 Oct 2021, 19:05
Don't Let Me Go
Just like any other ordinary days for Cash. They got up and done their morning run. Cash is also well aware of the new rule where no student should not be up and about before 6 in the morning without any Professor or Prefects around. So when there was enough sunlight peeking in the sky, Cash started to do their morning regime.
Once Cash felt like done doing their morning run, they took their time while taking the beautiful scenery that the Castle provides in the morning. When Cash reached the courtyard, there was a small and polite hoot of an owl above their head. The green eyes looked up. Cash has never seen the bird before.
It was not Blackjack - the Ironwoods family owl - nor the school owls. The bird circled the courtyard fountain once then dropped an envelope in front of Cash's feet. Once the bird flew away, Cash picked up the envelope. It was a cream-colored envelope that is addressed to them. Cash did not dwell on it for too long.
They pocketed the letter and continued their march towards their dorm to begin today's school activities. Sometimes waking up a bit way early had its downside. Cash tried to stay awake during their morning classes which are a bit hard to do. Their chair mate often time poked the Cuban descendant so they stay awake.
Some gruesome moments later, their morning classes finally ended. Cash walked out of the classroom blearily. Stifling a yawn and hugging their school textbook, Cash suddenly remembered the mysterious letter that they just received this morning. Cash then walked towards one of the empty classrooms to open the letter.
They put down the books on one of the tables and pulled out the letter between the pages of their school textbook. The young Ironwoods flipped the envelope back and forth. The handwritten that was printed in front of the envelope was definitely not their mother's nor Maritza's. Cash dreaded opening the letter.
The last time they received a letter was from their mother. It was a Howler that told them their father went missing on the job last summer two years ago. But Cash brave themselves and finally ripped open the letter. Their eyes followed every line that was written in the letter. The more they read the letter, they felt numb.
It felt like someone dumped a bucket full of ice blocks on them. Cash continued to read the letter and slowly they felt their eyes burn with tears. Their throat clogged up and they felt like suffocated all of sudden. They read and re-read the letter. Cash's mind hasn't caught up with reality. The letter goes like this :
Reducio𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶,
𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒. 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓊𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁-𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈.
𝐼 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝒶𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝓊𝓁𝑜, 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓁. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓅 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒹.
𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒹.
𝒲𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓈 𝓊𝓅. 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁. O𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎.
𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑜. 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓈.
𝒲𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓀 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓈. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓈. 𝒩𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝒩𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈.
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒. 𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹-𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.
𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶.
𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎,
𝐿𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶𝒽 𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓌 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶 (𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒶’𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈).
After Cash read that, they felt like their heart is broken into million pieces. No, their heart is shattered beyond repair. Kara promised them that she will always be by their side no matter what. Now, she left Cash the same way their father left them and Cash's mother. All so sudden and Cash was not prepared for that.
The young socialite felt like they wanted to hit or throw something. They felt angry and broken-hearted beyond belief. They then eyed the books that laid on top of the table. Cash picked up the books and throw them one by one against the wall. They have not satisfied with it. It is so easy to flip a table with spells but Cash does it the old fashion way.
They kicked the chairs and flipped the tables while letting out an anguished scream while crying their eyes out. "You lied!"Cash said out loud while kicked a nearby chair. "You said you never leave me but you did!"They scream and flipped another table. Cash did that until all their anguished was out from their system.
In the heap of the moment, the letter that was sent by Kara's mother laid forgotten on the floor. Cash picked up the letter again. With blurred eyes that filled with broken heart tears, Cash sat down on the floor. They felt defeated. "Why did you leave me?"They whimpered out while tears still running down their cheeks and let out a broken sob.
Since Kara said she will deactivated her account,
she gave me full permission to stated that she died.
| sta • 10 | eva • 10 | str • 10 FROM ASHES WE RISE wis • 8 | arc • 8 | acc • 10 | PA | OS | PM Y3 THROUGH⠀THE⠀YEARS ability | PM Y5 | ability |
17 Oct 2021, 01:36
Don't Let Me Go
@Cassandra Ironwoods
It was an entirely ordinary day for Opeila. Breakfast, classes, break, more classes. One of those ordinary days that seemed to happen surprisingly often to the young Slytherin lately, at least compared to her last years. This one was... almost... calm. Ignoring what had happened with Victor and everything at least.
Her mind at ease and already thinking about the classes after lunch, Opeila wandered through a corridor. Many of the others had gone outside to enjoy a bit of sun, that became rarer with the beginning of October. The Highlands were getting colder and often the third year liked to wear scarf and gloves, even inside the castle. The scarf she could even wear in class, which was quite nice. Opeila had also stopped wearing the front parts of her hair tied back, instead she had gotten into braiding her hair, which had grown a lot. The braid was lightly swinging from one side to the other, ending at her waist.
A rumbling noise caused the young girl to freeze in her movement and listen. What had that been? Thunder? Rubbish, the sun was shining. Did something fall down on the floor above her? No, it had come from a room nearby. There, again. As if someone was slamming something against a wall. Opeila, having lived in this castle for two years, knew better than to check on weird noises unarmed, it took her only a moment to get her wand out and point it at the door. Carefully she turned the doorknob with her free left hand and opened the door only a small gap.
What Opeila saw inside the room wasn't at all what she had expected... whatever her expectation had been. Tables and chairs had seemingly been thrown through the room. Thrown over and upside down they were everywhere in the room. And on the ground... a familiar figure, crying. "...Cash?" Opeila hadn't noticed that she held her breath until it left her lungs with a shuddering sigh. Admittedly she didn't know her dormmate too well, but she had only ever seen them as this strong person, a cause of progress and movement. She had seen Cash play Quidditch, she knew they were physically strong too.
Seeing Cash, this always strong person, on the ground like this, devastated and for once fully out of control made Opeila's heart ache. She wanted to pull her housemate into her arms, give them hold and tell them that it would be alright, but that would be entirely inappropriate. Opeila knew that. She had no idea what had happened to Cash and she wouldn't dare to assume the severity of it.
Instead she closed the door and walked around the tables before she stood in a few meters distance, careful to leave the other third year their space. "Hey... Can I- Can I sit?", Opeila asked Cash, pointing to a spot on the ground next to one of the tables that had been knocked over, about a meter away. The young girl had learned enough about trauma and emotions in the last years to know that she would never take the full control over the situation away from the person who was in such a state. Control was all that was left.
