11 Oct 2024, 21:53
So it goes
This was not the way you write letters. Most people—grown-ups—remembered everything they wanted to write and stuffed it in all at once. That way it was coherent; it made sense. That was the way it goes.
Not for Maisie.
For Maisie, she'd written home to her mother in such a flurry of excitement about everything that Hogwarts was and could be, she'd forgotten to mention the very thing that her mother would be most excited about: the ball. She'd want to know everything: the theme, the colors, and most importantly what everyone was wearing. And that in turn led to Maisie's question: what could mummy send, what could she make?
So Maisie ripped out a piece of parchment from her notebook and took out a quill. Leaning against the wall of the owlery, she started to scribble: "Oh—and I forgot the most important thing—"
And as the sentences started to form on the page, she found herself softly mumbling the words like a narrator, trying to figure out how the story goes as it was happening. Her speech was broken as she wrote, uttering only what was important in her mind: "—remember when you dressed those artists?—ah, we could do colors like that!—no, like the taffeta—dad looked so funny—I wish you were here, mum; you'd love it—"
But she wasn't. And that was the way this whole magic school thing would go.
She smiled faintly—and kept writing.
Not for Maisie.
For Maisie, she'd written home to her mother in such a flurry of excitement about everything that Hogwarts was and could be, she'd forgotten to mention the very thing that her mother would be most excited about: the ball. She'd want to know everything: the theme, the colors, and most importantly what everyone was wearing. And that in turn led to Maisie's question: what could mummy send, what could she make?
So Maisie ripped out a piece of parchment from her notebook and took out a quill. Leaning against the wall of the owlery, she started to scribble: "Oh—and I forgot the most important thing—"
And as the sentences started to form on the page, she found herself softly mumbling the words like a narrator, trying to figure out how the story goes as it was happening. Her speech was broken as she wrote, uttering only what was important in her mind: "—remember when you dressed those artists?—ah, we could do colors like that!—no, like the taffeta—dad looked so funny—I wish you were here, mum; you'd love it—"
But she wasn't. And that was the way this whole magic school thing would go.
She smiled faintly—and kept writing.
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12 Oct 2024, 19:06
So it goes
Mentions:@Maisie Gemmell
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Reyna was off to send another letter to her mum just like she normally did. However, this time it was clear to everyone else that she was lost in thought. After careful planning and a ton of back and forth, she had decided that she wanted to go to the Fall Ball. The theme was 1930's - 40's and this girl had no idea what to where. Not to mention the fact that the ball was in less than 2 weeks. There was no way she could order a dress and have it arrive in time. And all the good ones were sold out. If only she had thought of this sooner. Usually, she had ideas, someone to go with or something of that nature. She was not this last minute. But alas here she was, hoping and praying she could find a dress. She could make one? Although it would turn out ugly that was for sure. Reyna was so lost in thought that she nearly bumped into a young first year clearly writing an owl to her family. "OH, oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed as she nearly knocked over the young girl. She picked up the letter she had written. What caught her eye was the word, "dressmaker"? Quickly scanning it and then handing the letter back to the young girl she asked, "Excuse me, do you by any chance happen to make your own dresses? I couldn't help but notice you wrote dressmaker on the letter." she said. "OH, and my name is Reyna Evergreen by the way, and you are?" she asked. Reyna could not believe her luck if in fact this girl did make dresses. She was a bit to young to be a dressmaker, but perhaps some relative of hers was? |
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15 Oct 2024, 17:08
So it goes
The air seemed to subtly swish around her as it seemed that another student entered the owlery. Maisie didn't pay them very much attention—it was much, much more important that she not lose her handling of the letter.
And that was when everything shifted: when she watched the letter fall out of her hands and tumble down towards the ground. She reached for it, but the other girl was faster.
Thank goodness.
A sigh escaped her and her eyelids fluttered shut in relief. "Thank you," she said as she took the letter back into her own possession, "I'd hate to have started over. It's my first letter home." After all, it had taken a while to describe the treacherous journey up in the boats to the school, and then the sorting and start of class. Mum and Dad would want to know everything.
And maybe this girl did, too. It was unmissable: the excitement in her eyes. And all because of one word apparently. Never before had her mother's profession garnered that much excitement from a schoolmate. "I sew a bit with my mum. She's the designer. She'd be really excited to here, you know, with the ball coming up. Or make something. Yards of skirt and wide ribbons—" Maisie was still dreaming about what they would have made together, if she were here. She didn't know what it might be, but she could dream.
"Oh, I'm Maisie," she said as she placed the letter in the envelope. She waved gently. The girl looked older, but friendly. And Maisie would take friendly.
"Do you sew?" she asked like it was a skill most people had. But her naivety was really a mask for something else: a yearning for connection in place where she'd yet to find a good friend.
@Reyna Evergreen
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22 Nov 2024, 20:27
So it goes
Mentions:@Maisie Gemmell
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The letter that Reyna had dropped seemed to have been important to this girl. She was glad that she had caught it. "Oh, a first letter home? That's nice! how has your time here been so far?" That was when she noticed the fashion designer part on this first year's letter. She smiled. She listened as the girl described her passion and her family's passion about fashion designing. She had dreams. And dreams would get her very far. You needed dreams to get anywhere. "It's nice to meet you Maisie." She replied. "Well Maisie, I know I just met you but I have a question. I need a ball for the Gala which is very soon. Do you think you could help me make a dress?" she asked. Maybe this was too much. But coincidences only happen for a reason. She had to take advantage of this very amazing coincidence. She hoped this first year would agree. "No, I don't really sew, I know some basics though. With your help I could learn though?" She hinted. This girl seemed quite friendly so she was praying that she would agree to help her out. Please, please, please help me out. She couldn't show up to the ball in jeans. She would ask her mother for some things, but her mother did not have a dress so she needed one. |
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18 Dec 2024, 04:56
So it goes
There was a kindness to her words as Maisie clutched the letter in her hands. "Good mostly," she said, "It's a big school, but I think it's pretty cool. I like my classes." And while the words were true, they seemed boring now that they were out in the air. Really, she was looking for adventure, but even that too seemed like just another pleasantry.
Just like, "And you too."
She was just about to turn and head back to the castle when Reyna had a question. Maisie stopped to listen, intrigued. The question itself would catch her off guard. "Yeah, yeah, sure! I'd love to!" Her eyes widened. Making a dress (with her mum) was one of her favorite things in the world.
"That's okay. We can work together," Maisie explained, more confident in her 11 year old sewing capabilities than perhaps she should have been. After all, a dress was a huge endeavor, especially for a ball. That would need to be grand, perfect, the greatest dress there had ever been! "What do you want it look like? Do you like ribbons or sequins, or a particularly color, etc.?" she queried, knowing that sketches were the beginning of every dress. They needed to have a vision for what they wanted to create.
Offering Reyna a smile, it was clear from her expression that the ideas were already swirling around in her mind.
@Reyna Evergreen
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16 Jan 2025, 18:47
So it goes
Mentions:@Maisie Gemmell
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Reyna smiled as Maisie said she liked school and thought that she was great. Maisie was amazing so far. She thought so at least. This was why she had asked if Maisie could make her the dress. Reyna had this feeling, this sense that Maisie would be the one to do so. And since she didn't have many options, Maisie was surely her best bet. When Maisie said yes, Reyna grinned. "Cool!" she exclaimed. The problem was that she was terrible at sewing. She did have ideas, she was creative after all. But she couldn't sew to live. "Ideas? Well. I had some. But I honestly didn't think I would be able to go to the ball because I didn't have a dress. But, since the theme is like 1900's ish, probably black. And maybe gold? Some sequins? Not completely sure though." she said. She really should have thought this through before she went and asked Maisie. But she didn't regret her choice. Not one bit. "Well. I can give you some ideas? Maybe we can meet soon? I can have some ideas, you can have some?" she asked. Then she realized that she should offer something for Maisie as well. Some sort of reward. "Do you want anything for it? I can take you somewhere, give you some money, frogs, etc." she questioned. "I can give you a tour of the school, show you secret passageways? Anything?" she asked. She gave a smile to Maisie. Hopefully this would make her more intrigued, although she looked excited already. |
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