Post by Kali Rune on Oct 1, 2007 19:14:28 GMT -5
It has been a really long time since the Slytherin girl had been up to the owlery. The last time she went there, things didn't go very well. It was because of the letter she got. From her parents and her sister. She knew though that she needed to go back there, just to check if she has any mail, even though she would have just stayed inside the castle like she does most of the time.
Her owl is lazy. That's all she could say about that but she still like her owl. The Slytherin's owl is nice enough even though it would just stay at the owlery, waiting for Kali to just get her mail, instead of delivering it to her like any other owls.
The owlery wasn't that far. She would only need to walk there and once she's there, she's there.
Once the Slytherin got to the owlery, she saw her owl, just standing pecking at something. There was multiple letters around him and the Slytherin was sure that it wasn't for her, not all of them. But she was wrong. It was all for her. But why would people write to her at all?
Kali put the letters safely into her pocket but left one out, to open. It was a letter from her father. The other letters she got was [ugh] once again from her sister, her mother [the letters look old, like it has been there for weeks. Considering the Slytherin hadn't been there in a long time, the letters could have been sent weeks ago but she never did get a chance to just check it], her aunt and uncle, and some random ones. Okay...
Kali didn't know why she would open the letter from her father, out of all the people that had sent her letters. Maybe because it was the one the looked the latest and it had this little sign or post or whatever that could mean that it was urgent. Kali wasn't sure.
Dear Kali,
Things happen for a reason no matter how unfortunate they may be. I am very sorry to tell you that your mother has passed away. We aren't sure how she died. It seemed though that someone murdered her. Your mother was healthy. She couldn't have just died. She's young. She loved us very much. She loved you. Please, as soon as you could, please come home. I know that you must be busy with school work or whether it was just that you're mad at us that you haven't returned home but please, for your mother's sake. Come back home. Even for the break. Come back.
Love,
Osborne Rune
It was weird. Seeing the letter. It must a prank she knew. But her father had never written to her and say love. Or even mention anything of love to her. Is it just a joke or a prank to make her come home. But she knew that her father would never joke on such things. Her father, she knew, loved her mom, even if she wasn't there all the time to actually notice it.
Kali slid to the floor and put her head on her knees and stayed still. "This must be a joke" she said outloud although part of her knew that this wasn't. Part of her knew that this was it. And she cried. The second time that she'd ever cried in public. This time it wasn't because of her break down. This time it was because of something else.
The Slytherin needed something. She needed to do it again. The pain must cover it. But why? Why should she do it when she didn't really care about her mother at all. When all she could think was just hate her? Deep inside, she knew that she felt something. That she maybe even like her mother.
Within minutes, the Slytherin covered her bleeding arm and covered her head with her hood and just stare at the wall ahead of her. She shouldn't care. She shouldn't feel anything. But she does. Why? Why?
Her owl is lazy. That's all she could say about that but she still like her owl. The Slytherin's owl is nice enough even though it would just stay at the owlery, waiting for Kali to just get her mail, instead of delivering it to her like any other owls.
The owlery wasn't that far. She would only need to walk there and once she's there, she's there.
Once the Slytherin got to the owlery, she saw her owl, just standing pecking at something. There was multiple letters around him and the Slytherin was sure that it wasn't for her, not all of them. But she was wrong. It was all for her. But why would people write to her at all?
Kali put the letters safely into her pocket but left one out, to open. It was a letter from her father. The other letters she got was [ugh] once again from her sister, her mother [the letters look old, like it has been there for weeks. Considering the Slytherin hadn't been there in a long time, the letters could have been sent weeks ago but she never did get a chance to just check it], her aunt and uncle, and some random ones. Okay...
Kali didn't know why she would open the letter from her father, out of all the people that had sent her letters. Maybe because it was the one the looked the latest and it had this little sign or post or whatever that could mean that it was urgent. Kali wasn't sure.
Dear Kali,
Things happen for a reason no matter how unfortunate they may be. I am very sorry to tell you that your mother has passed away. We aren't sure how she died. It seemed though that someone murdered her. Your mother was healthy. She couldn't have just died. She's young. She loved us very much. She loved you. Please, as soon as you could, please come home. I know that you must be busy with school work or whether it was just that you're mad at us that you haven't returned home but please, for your mother's sake. Come back home. Even for the break. Come back.
Love,
Osborne Rune
It was weird. Seeing the letter. It must a prank she knew. But her father had never written to her and say love. Or even mention anything of love to her. Is it just a joke or a prank to make her come home. But she knew that her father would never joke on such things. Her father, she knew, loved her mom, even if she wasn't there all the time to actually notice it.
Kali slid to the floor and put her head on her knees and stayed still. "This must be a joke" she said outloud although part of her knew that this wasn't. Part of her knew that this was it. And she cried. The second time that she'd ever cried in public. This time it wasn't because of her break down. This time it was because of something else.
The Slytherin needed something. She needed to do it again. The pain must cover it. But why? Why should she do it when she didn't really care about her mother at all. When all she could think was just hate her? Deep inside, she knew that she felt something. That she maybe even like her mother.
Within minutes, the Slytherin covered her bleeding arm and covered her head with her hood and just stare at the wall ahead of her. She shouldn't care. She shouldn't feel anything. But she does. Why? Why?
