30 Aug 2018, 20:05
A Single Teardrop
Amaya fled out of the castle and rushed through the meadow with quicker steps then usual, bare feet and strange sensations unnoticed. Her raven black tresses concealed her face, a silent shield as she ignored the owl letter in her pocket. It seemed heavier then usual, or maybe that was just her. “Being silly”. Because that was all she was.
It was silly, Amaya knew. But she was tired of penting up her emotions, gathering and shoving them behind a weak mask because she didn’t want to face anything. A single tear slid down from her cheek, and she suddenly stopped walking, wiping her eyes and heading towards the Great Lake. Even the great weather could not improve her dampened moods.
Once upon a time, she’d loved the Great Lake.
Now, everything seemed so distant, so far away, and the only thing she could concentrate on was the letter. The faithful letter her parents had sent her. She’d known, dread creeping up on her, when her Mothers’ prized Northern Pygmy Owl.
Amaya always tried so desperately to please them, to push their clutch on her away, or even to be “free”. It was something that could never happen.
She’d always known.
But the truth lying in those words hurt.
The anger embedded through each word, handwriting sharper then usual. They thought she’d wasted her time.
They thought she wasn’t worth it.
Once upon a time, Amaya thought she had everything.
Now she knew the truth.
The world was full of blatant lies, lies that she never picked up on, lies that hurt beyond the small things that words could explain. Amaya exhaled, and finally, let out a small, yet heart-wrenching sob.
It was silly.
But once upon a time, she’d valued her family beyond everything else.
Amaya finally reached out and snagged a handful of water from the surface of the Great Lake, and gently splashed her eyes with it.
She was foolish.
She’d wished for something she would never achieve.
Amaya curled up.
For once, she didn’t care that everyone was watching, that everyone would see her at her most pathetic moment, that she was so alone in this world because no one understood her. Amaya’s figure trembled as she straightened her attire with shaky hands, and quickly smoothed out her silky black hair.
If her parents were close to disowning her, she would do better.
She would.
Do.
Better.
Glaring at some of the students who dared to still look at her, she drew on all the anger she’d felt at the world, at herself for being so foolish, and at her parents for never appreciating her, and threw it into a single glance dripping with venom. She reached into her free pocket, fingering her wand with a devious grin.
Their frightened expressions helped ease her mood somewhat, and for the first time, Amaya was glad for Slytherin’s bad reputation.
Amaya sprawled onto the grass, glancing at the sky with half-hearted interest and idly listening to the soft ripples and waves of the Lake beside her, her mind churning and heart hardening.
It was silly, Amaya knew. But she was tired of penting up her emotions, gathering and shoving them behind a weak mask because she didn’t want to face anything. A single tear slid down from her cheek, and she suddenly stopped walking, wiping her eyes and heading towards the Great Lake. Even the great weather could not improve her dampened moods.
Once upon a time, she’d loved the Great Lake.
Now, everything seemed so distant, so far away, and the only thing she could concentrate on was the letter. The faithful letter her parents had sent her. She’d known, dread creeping up on her, when her Mothers’ prized Northern Pygmy Owl.
Amaya always tried so desperately to please them, to push their clutch on her away, or even to be “free”. It was something that could never happen.
She’d always known.
But the truth lying in those words hurt.
The anger embedded through each word, handwriting sharper then usual. They thought she’d wasted her time.
They thought she wasn’t worth it.
Once upon a time, Amaya thought she had everything.
Now she knew the truth.
The world was full of blatant lies, lies that she never picked up on, lies that hurt beyond the small things that words could explain. Amaya exhaled, and finally, let out a small, yet heart-wrenching sob.
It was silly.
But once upon a time, she’d valued her family beyond everything else.
Amaya finally reached out and snagged a handful of water from the surface of the Great Lake, and gently splashed her eyes with it.
She was foolish.
She’d wished for something she would never achieve.
Amaya curled up.
For once, she didn’t care that everyone was watching, that everyone would see her at her most pathetic moment, that she was so alone in this world because no one understood her. Amaya’s figure trembled as she straightened her attire with shaky hands, and quickly smoothed out her silky black hair.
If her parents were close to disowning her, she would do better.
She would.
Do.
Better.
Glaring at some of the students who dared to still look at her, she drew on all the anger she’d felt at the world, at herself for being so foolish, and at her parents for never appreciating her, and threw it into a single glance dripping with venom. She reached into her free pocket, fingering her wand with a devious grin.
Their frightened expressions helped ease her mood somewhat, and for the first time, Amaya was glad for Slytherin’s bad reputation.
Amaya sprawled onto the grass, glancing at the sky with half-hearted interest and idly listening to the soft ripples and waves of the Lake beside her, her mind churning and heart hardening.
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Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
2 Sep 2018, 05:19
A Single Teardrop
She had read the book possibly a few hundred times, refusing to accept what it told her. If only she hadn’t open the book, her life would still go on fine. She have those thoughts distracting her in class and those rumours wouldn’t have spread.
Aurelia Estelle Bezuidenhout, a girl from a wealthy pureblood family was adopted.
That was what was written in the aged book in ink. The book had belonged to her Brother, it was his journal. Thoughts, feelings, secrets, the boy had written in its pages. Aurelia shouldn’t have taken it. But Raphael was dead so she didn’t see the problem, but now she did. There was no way to un-read it. She was adopted. Raphael had heard it and confronted their Mother, the woman had told him it was true.
Upset with what she now knew, immediately after the lessons ended, stormed out through the doors of the Scottish castle into the grounds, towards the vast lake with the leatherbound book held tightly against her chest for she knew it would be the last few minutes she would have with it.
There were quite a few students at the lake. All she heard were muffled whispers, rumours were like a disease, it spread fast. She approached a more secluded spot by the edge of the lake. She extended her arm, the leatherbound book in her hand. It was going to disappear into the depths of the lake once she let go.
Three.
Two.
One.
But at one, nothing happened. She couldn’t do it. The book was too precious. It was the last she had of her Brother. His thoughts, memories inside the book. She couldn’t let it be swallowed by the waters of the lake. She lowered herself down, sitting on the rocky ground of the shore and sighed. No matter how hard she tried to forget him, her Brother, even though he was not related by blood would be forever with her.
Then from the corner of her eye, she saw a figure sprawled on the grass, it was a student. How did she get here without her noticing?
“Excuse me,” Aurelia said.
Aurelia Estelle Bezuidenhout, a girl from a wealthy pureblood family was adopted.
That was what was written in the aged book in ink. The book had belonged to her Brother, it was his journal. Thoughts, feelings, secrets, the boy had written in its pages. Aurelia shouldn’t have taken it. But Raphael was dead so she didn’t see the problem, but now she did. There was no way to un-read it. She was adopted. Raphael had heard it and confronted their Mother, the woman had told him it was true.
Upset with what she now knew, immediately after the lessons ended, stormed out through the doors of the Scottish castle into the grounds, towards the vast lake with the leatherbound book held tightly against her chest for she knew it would be the last few minutes she would have with it.
There were quite a few students at the lake. All she heard were muffled whispers, rumours were like a disease, it spread fast. She approached a more secluded spot by the edge of the lake. She extended her arm, the leatherbound book in her hand. It was going to disappear into the depths of the lake once she let go.
Three.
Two.
One.
But at one, nothing happened. She couldn’t do it. The book was too precious. It was the last she had of her Brother. His thoughts, memories inside the book. She couldn’t let it be swallowed by the waters of the lake. She lowered herself down, sitting on the rocky ground of the shore and sighed. No matter how hard she tried to forget him, her Brother, even though he was not related by blood would be forever with her.
Then from the corner of her eye, she saw a figure sprawled on the grass, it was a student. How did she get here without her noticing?
“Excuse me,” Aurelia said.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
3 Sep 2018, 02:19
A Single Teardrop
Reducio
OOC: I apologize for the late reply, we just happened to be visiting a museum today... Again, sorry for the wait!
[Font= PT Sans] Amaya turned. She gave the other girl a small, unamused stare, before dipping her head down in awknoledgement.
“Yes?”
Even the slight lilt to her tone was emotionless. She didn’t feel like talking, but... she supposed there was something called common courtesy.
Amaya sighed, and shifted her position so she was bundled a little closer, with her knees fairly close to her chest, sitting up and now watching the other girl warily.
She was not in the mood for this.
She exhaled, a soft, yet long breathy sigh and collapsed back onto the grass.
She could recall every single, sharp word scrawled onto the letter, and it only made her knees move a little closer. It offered her a semblance of comfort, and she wondered if the other girl had seen anything. Or rather, heard anything.
She wanted nothing but to read the letter again, over and over to remind herself what she’d done and what she’d have to do, but she had a inkling she would react badly to that. And she would rather not show weakness again.
Head raised higher, she drew her shoulders back in fake pride.
Really, she wanted nothing more than to lie, face down, letting silent tears slid from her cheek.
Finally, Amaya snapped. “What do you want?! Can’t you just- just leave me alone?”
Amaya winced, hoping the other girl, a Gryffindor wouldn’t notice the slight catch to her voice.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
3 Sep 2018, 03:06
A Single Teardrop
The girl had appeared out of nowhere, or at least Aurelia had only noticed her a few moments ago, sprawled flat on the grass. It was an odd position, Aurelia personally wouldn’t do that, letting her robe get stained with dirt and all crumpled up.
Then Aurelia noticed the badge on the left corner of the girl’s robes, glimmering with silver and green. Slytherin. Aurelia didn’t have many fantastic experiences with people of the house, they held their heads to high up and most of the time seemed to be inconsiderate about those around them.
“You’re not the only one who is having a bad day, missy. You don’t have to make other’s worse.” Aurelia said, her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes as spun around, facing away from the girl. She walked towards a nearby tree and sat there, the leather bound book in her lap.
If the girl wanted to be left alone then she would. Aurelia also thought it was better that way to avoid her from getting upset from dealing with another Slytherin. She turned the page of the book over, she couldn’t believe that seconds ago, she was trying to get rid of it. Thank goodness she didn’t.
How was Aurelia supposed to reply? Should she start by saying, Hi, I’m not in a good mood, could you just go? but even then, Aurelia could tell that the girl wasn’t in a good mood either, the way she sighed frustratedly and the look she gave the brunette was easy to identify that.Yes?
Then Aurelia noticed the badge on the left corner of the girl’s robes, glimmering with silver and green. Slytherin. Aurelia didn’t have many fantastic experiences with people of the house, they held their heads to high up and most of the time seemed to be inconsiderate about those around them.
the girl had snapped at her. Aurelia could hear the Slytherin’s tone shaking a bit as she stuttered. Even then it had sparked the girl’s defensive stance.What do you want?! Can’t you just- just leave me alone?
“You’re not the only one who is having a bad day, missy. You don’t have to make other’s worse.” Aurelia said, her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes as spun around, facing away from the girl. She walked towards a nearby tree and sat there, the leather bound book in her lap.
If the girl wanted to be left alone then she would. Aurelia also thought it was better that way to avoid her from getting upset from dealing with another Slytherin. She turned the page of the book over, she couldn’t believe that seconds ago, she was trying to get rid of it. Thank goodness she didn’t.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
3 Sep 2018, 14:43
A Single Teardrop
[Font=PT Sans] Amaya turned away, and tried to let the words simply wash over her. She breathed. She'd left her, after all.
But it didn't simply "wash over her", and rather, jabbed at her harder with her defensive armor gone and fake happiness and fake everything gone as well. Amaya hadn't been trying to make her "bad day" worse, but even if she had gone through worse then her, pain was pain, and it shouldn't have had to be a contest.
At least, that's how Amaya viewed it. So turning back up to look at the sky, she glanced emptily at the few clouds drifting by, the once perfectly warm sun now shining too bright for her, and her frown deepened. It seemed as if everything had changed in those few seconds, and Amaya fingered the heavy letter. For once, Amaya didn't care about appearances, and merely let it go.
I've really fallen so far...
Her heart constricted at the thought of Mazu and her constant remarks about appearances, appearances, appearances, "because they were Bournes", and finally, she murmured a soft, barely hearable sentence.
She dearly hoped the Gryffindor wouldn't hear her, but murmured it all the same.
"I'm sorry."
She turned away in mild embarassment, looking at the rows and rows of neatly trimmed grass as if it had suddenly become the most worthy and interesting thing in the entire Wizarding world.
But it didn't simply "wash over her", and rather, jabbed at her harder with her defensive armor gone and fake happiness and fake everything gone as well. Amaya hadn't been trying to make her "bad day" worse, but even if she had gone through worse then her, pain was pain, and it shouldn't have had to be a contest.
At least, that's how Amaya viewed it. So turning back up to look at the sky, she glanced emptily at the few clouds drifting by, the once perfectly warm sun now shining too bright for her, and her frown deepened. It seemed as if everything had changed in those few seconds, and Amaya fingered the heavy letter. For once, Amaya didn't care about appearances, and merely let it go.
I've really fallen so far...
Her heart constricted at the thought of Mazu and her constant remarks about appearances, appearances, appearances, "because they were Bournes", and finally, she murmured a soft, barely hearable sentence.
She dearly hoped the Gryffindor wouldn't hear her, but murmured it all the same.
"I'm sorry."
She turned away in mild embarassment, looking at the rows and rows of neatly trimmed grass as if it had suddenly become the most worthy and interesting thing in the entire Wizarding world.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne