20 Aug 2022, 14:15
letter from no one. pt 1
Forward Date : 10th of September, 2022
She always remembers the time- the time of the news, the time when the clock has stopped working, the time when everyone seems to stop moving, the time when... when what feels like every bone in her body have been snapped into pieces, lungs that are ripped apart, so she can no longer breath, the time when it feels like every single part of her body wanted to scream. ....Nobody has told her what it felt like... the feeling of sorrow. Because if she have to bargain with losing all of her emotions just so she could never feel this way again, she would. Ripped apart all emotions from her soul- so she could never feel this emotion again. But then again, If she can make a bargain, she would make the deal with the demons, beasts, and even the darkest wizards just to see her- again.
It was like any other day. When she just started her new school year. She arrived at Hogwarts several days ago from the Hogwarts Express. There was even a feast, to celebrate her new first year's juniors plus the fact that she is no longer the youngest student in Hogwart. Everything seems to be okay.
She should be more grateful for just being okay. Because of the letter that she received during the time of their breakfast today-
The letter-
That has confirmed her deepest fear, validating something that she has only seen in her nightmares. Confirming the anxiety she has been having for several weeks since she hasn't heard the news from her aunt.
That letter fall gracefully on the table- unusually- it was sent by a black type of bird- not an owl. The unfamiliar bird which she guessed to be a crow. Confused, she slowly opens the letter in her hand- no name- no signature- seems like no one send this letter.
Is this a joke? That was the first thought that passed through her head even though her hand had already started to quiver. That was the feeling- the feeling like she is dying- This is the feeling she felt when reading the letter in her hand. This- this can't be true, it is just a stupid prank played by someone... anyone... she's waiting, waiting for someone just to say that this is just a joke, an elaborate plan just to hurt her. Because anything is better than this. But somehow- deep down in her bones, she knows, that this is the truth, because she had been fearing this moment for several weeks since she hasn't received any news from her aunt, but she just couldn't fathom that her darkest thought ended up being true.Dear Ms. Fowl,
We're saddened to share that we learned of the death of Margaret Fowl on 29th August 2022.
They're survived by Ms. Tamara Jones, Mrs. Fowl's mother.
Their family arranged a public memorial next week on the 17th of September and we invited you to attend.
On the subject of your custody Ms. Fowl, you will be returned to your father,
who is happily accepting your return to his family.
We offer our greatest sympathy to all who are impacted by this tragedy.
Sincerely,
____________
Could not contain the rush of panic in her chest, she gasps loudly, panting- and immediately runs away from the crowded Great Hall.
[Part 1 End, continue to Part 2.]
I'm glad you stopped talking to me. It's like the trash took itself out. - Black Dahlia (2006)
Mio Kasasagi [Mahoutokoro]
Mio Kasasagi [Mahoutokoro]