18 Nov 2024, 14:50
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Dearest Oliver, We are not mad. Just deeply disappointed in these results.
The first words in the leader that he'd been dreading since he sent his first one a mere three days ago. Oliver had been awaiting the response, He'd been waiting to hear if he'd be disowned or not. A Slytherin is near unacceptable. Every word Oliver read he held the letter tighter, crumpling the edges of the parchment. Holding tight so his hands didn't shake.
We thought you were brave, after all, you are very well braver then me. This, it just does not sound like you. He was brave. He was. He was. He was. He was the bravest in the family, and that was not his ego talking. His jaw was set tight. His body still, stood rigged, stiff like a wooden plank. He took his breaths through his nose, his jaw just would not open. Clenching it so tight.
Do not fail us anymore Oliver.
We expect at the very least near perfect grades.
He'd failed them once. Failed by having scales instead of a noble mane. Failed. Failed. Don't fail again Oliver. Not mad, just disappointed. Near perfect. He wasn't perfect. Flawed. Doomed. A month at Hogwarts, only a month. And he'd failed already. Not even a month, and he failed at the first day. Now his parents knew, he couldn't take that back.
Oliver crumpled the parchment in his hands. The felling of crushing it felt nice, it feel good. It's been waiting for a long time. They were expecting great things from him, perhaps even more so now. They were not mad, just disappointed. Honestly, that felt worse. Worse then anger. Anger meant things were wrong, something wasn't right. Not with him, but the hat made a mistake. Something he couldn't control. Disappointment, There was nothing and no one to blame for that but himself.
E's and O's, Exceeds Expectations. And Outstanding. He'd already strived for that. Already had those. He would not give them any more reason to feel disappointment. He was a proud Armani. His last name, his great amazing last name. He was proud of it. And he would make sure his parents would be proud of him to.
Without thinking of it, Oliver tossed the crumpled ball out the window of the owlery. Letting the wind take it wherever it would. He didn't need it. The message was received.
Love mom and dad.
Wand, school items.
Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura
{ Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }Interacting : @n/a |||| @n/a : Mentioning