Half of Nothing
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Rowan had found a stone alcove near a window and made it her spot, sunlight slanted through the glass, warming the dust motes floating in the air. She had her knees pulled up and she wasn't doing anything in particular, just watching the dust particules floating and thinking. She was wearing the white shirt of her uniform, wrinkled and messily buttoned and jeans that were donated to the church not long ago.
April meant Easter. Easter meant the convent would be preparing for services, polishing silver, practicing hymns, Mother Superior making sure everything was perfect for the visiting bishop. The altar flowers, the fresh beeswax candles, the way the morning sun would hit the stained glass just right. For once, she was excited for Easter. She was going to go back to Kilkenny for two weeks and then come back to Hogwarts. Her mother has written the date and underlined twice in her letter.
Rowan took out the letter from her back pocket. Her mother's handwriting was shaky, the way it always was when she was nervous or excited or both. She'd written about the garden, about the new choir robes, about how Sister Beatrice had asked after Rowan and her Mother told her she was at her aunt's for school. Rowan didn't know she had an aunt, and apparently neither did sister Beatrice. Rowan shrugged, if they knew she was at a school for witches and wizards, her mother would probably be tied for Blasphemy.
And then: Mother Superior has taken in a young boy, seven maybe eight. He's an orphan, bless him. Very quiet, I think he's scared. I told him about you, he'd love a big sister.
Oh, she hated kids, which was ironic as she, herself, was a kid. But it was different Rowan wasn't sticky, clingy, annoying and didn't cry all the time. He'd love a big sister. Rowan groaned, she missed her mother. And now there was a boy, a permanent one, maybe. One who would be there when she came home. One who would look at her like she was supposed to be something. She folded the letter carefully and tucked it back in her pocket.
"Great," she muttered to the empty corridor.
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Stamina: 4 |Evasion: 8 |Strength: 3 |Wisdom: 8 |ArcPower: 6 |Accuracy: 6
Ability: cat's grace
Half of Nothing
Time had flown by since the start of the school year; the seasons had come and gone, and now the young pupils found themselves in April already. Eira didnโt particularly like this month: between the return of the heat, the noise of everyone about, and above all the pollen making its grand return, it was by no means the young girlโs favourite season.
Despite everything, she carried on with her life; she hadnโt been home since the Christmas holidays, which was a rare exception, as her parents had told her to come home, but apart from that she had stayed at the castle.
She had come across many people and had noticed that there were plenty of Muggle-borns as well as Half-bloods wandering the school corridors.
Their presence was unbearable for the young girl; she didnโt like them, and yet she was already more tolerant than her parents. No matter how hard she tried not to notice, between their pathological ignorance and the mistakes they made, the young girl couldnโt stand them.
So it was one afternoon, as she was strolling along quietly, her hair in plaits, wearing her uniform proudly โ for yes, she was proud to wear her house crest โ
that she came across a young girl near a window, reading a letter.
The girl grimaced; firstly, she was taking up all the space; secondly, she was reading and talking, but above all she was speaking out loud; and finally, Eira recognised her by sight โ having spent so much time in class with people, she had memorised their names to some extent.
She knew her name was Rowan Vexeley, that she was in Ravenclaw, but above all, that she was a Half-Blood.
She didnโt fail to point this out to her, giggling a little too loudly.
Despite everything, she carried on with her life; she hadnโt been home since the Christmas holidays, which was a rare exception, as her parents had told her to come home, but apart from that she had stayed at the castle.
She had come across many people and had noticed that there were plenty of Muggle-borns as well as Half-bloods wandering the school corridors.
Their presence was unbearable for the young girl; she didnโt like them, and yet she was already more tolerant than her parents. No matter how hard she tried not to notice, between their pathological ignorance and the mistakes they made, the young girl couldnโt stand them.
So it was one afternoon, as she was strolling along quietly, her hair in plaits, wearing her uniform proudly โ for yes, she was proud to wear her house crest โ
that she came across a young girl near a window, reading a letter.
The girl grimaced; firstly, she was taking up all the space; secondly, she was reading and talking, but above all she was speaking out loud; and finally, Eira recognised her by sight โ having spent so much time in class with people, she had memorised their names to some extent.
She knew her name was Rowan Vexeley, that she was in Ravenclaw, but above all, that she was a Half-Blood.
She didnโt fail to point this out to her, giggling a little too loudly.
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@Rowan Vexeley
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@Rowan Vexeley
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