Post by Felicity Hjort on Feb 22, 2008 18:53:34 GMT -5
Thursday May 8, 2008
It'd been a while since many things had happened, and she was rather unaffected by many of the incidents. January had finally passed, as did the cruelty that occurred during the short reign of those with no faces when they'd taken over Hogwarts. February came and went with just as many tears and fears for the young blonde, though, what most mattered during the short month was Celina and she had finally spoken on the very last day offered during the leap year's month. The two girls had both been highly upset with the events, but both girls had also realized how much they truly felt they needed the other, and the silly silence between the two of them held true until that last moment before tears strained down the curvatures of both faces. March came with the loss of 150 round points from Gryffindor for her displayed behaviour in front of one of the Professor's she actually found she enjoyed. Apparently painting words on the side of the building in a potion that could not be magicked away was something that shouldn't be done, whether it would disappear with the correct cleaning solution (one that was considered a rarer choice and difficult to brew) and speaking about what respect was or wasn't could lose one something that made the person cringe. Felicity was not about to hide and pretend she wasn't the one who wrote the question on the wall, she wasn't going to lie to anyone that she was the reason Gryffindor had fallen so far behind in House points, but she also wasn't going to drop something she felt mattered greatly when no one would answer her questions. Either all were too busy and therefore unavailable, or no one was willing to. How could questions be answered when answers were so sparse? And then came April 3rd, the day she entered the Headmistress' Office to speak with the portraits of which many seemed so unwilling to just talk. The fifth year didn't like what she'd done, but when it seemed all other routes were unavailable, what else could she truly find to do? Using the paper to get answers was something she refused to do, she didn't want the paper penalized for her actions, and therefore what she did would not involve something that was so precious to her and those on the staff.
And now, now it was May.
The Gryffindor didn't believe she'd done anything this month, but she'd been owled in the morning by her Head of House to be seen. There hadn't been a paper placed out this month, for with the every other month schedule that had been issued, May did not fall in this particular line. So it wasn't something that was in the paper, otherwise she was sure the man would've called on her much sooner than he did. There'd been no trouble making for the month and therefore no letters sent home to her mum, though she knew of a letter or two that had been sent home and that she'd been warned she would be paying for her behaviour over the summer with no promise of exactly what that punishment would be other than she was going to learn what respect was. That letter had been from her father, which she was quite sure he'd been angry about while writing to her for he didn't much like owls, less than her mum did actually. Her mum was terribly frightened of them, something about something that happened when she was younger and had received her own letter of acceptance from Hogwarts, but Felicity grew and her mum knew she was a witch as well, she had felt the need to buy an owl for many cases and had been quick to get over her fear, though her father didn't much care for the wizarding way of contact, he didn't understand why they couldn't just magic messages to one another, though he didn't understand that it was actually possible, just less likely to be done because those who were not of age were not allowed to use magic outside of the school.
Taking a deep breath outside of the door of her Head of House's Office, she couldn't fathom what she'd done to receive a request to see the man, but at least she was on time. Knocking once, twice, she waited to be called to to enter.
It'd been a while since many things had happened, and she was rather unaffected by many of the incidents. January had finally passed, as did the cruelty that occurred during the short reign of those with no faces when they'd taken over Hogwarts. February came and went with just as many tears and fears for the young blonde, though, what most mattered during the short month was Celina and she had finally spoken on the very last day offered during the leap year's month. The two girls had both been highly upset with the events, but both girls had also realized how much they truly felt they needed the other, and the silly silence between the two of them held true until that last moment before tears strained down the curvatures of both faces. March came with the loss of 150 round points from Gryffindor for her displayed behaviour in front of one of the Professor's she actually found she enjoyed. Apparently painting words on the side of the building in a potion that could not be magicked away was something that shouldn't be done, whether it would disappear with the correct cleaning solution (one that was considered a rarer choice and difficult to brew) and speaking about what respect was or wasn't could lose one something that made the person cringe. Felicity was not about to hide and pretend she wasn't the one who wrote the question on the wall, she wasn't going to lie to anyone that she was the reason Gryffindor had fallen so far behind in House points, but she also wasn't going to drop something she felt mattered greatly when no one would answer her questions. Either all were too busy and therefore unavailable, or no one was willing to. How could questions be answered when answers were so sparse? And then came April 3rd, the day she entered the Headmistress' Office to speak with the portraits of which many seemed so unwilling to just talk. The fifth year didn't like what she'd done, but when it seemed all other routes were unavailable, what else could she truly find to do? Using the paper to get answers was something she refused to do, she didn't want the paper penalized for her actions, and therefore what she did would not involve something that was so precious to her and those on the staff.
And now, now it was May.
The Gryffindor didn't believe she'd done anything this month, but she'd been owled in the morning by her Head of House to be seen. There hadn't been a paper placed out this month, for with the every other month schedule that had been issued, May did not fall in this particular line. So it wasn't something that was in the paper, otherwise she was sure the man would've called on her much sooner than he did. There'd been no trouble making for the month and therefore no letters sent home to her mum, though she knew of a letter or two that had been sent home and that she'd been warned she would be paying for her behaviour over the summer with no promise of exactly what that punishment would be other than she was going to learn what respect was. That letter had been from her father, which she was quite sure he'd been angry about while writing to her for he didn't much like owls, less than her mum did actually. Her mum was terribly frightened of them, something about something that happened when she was younger and had received her own letter of acceptance from Hogwarts, but Felicity grew and her mum knew she was a witch as well, she had felt the need to buy an owl for many cases and had been quick to get over her fear, though her father didn't much care for the wizarding way of contact, he didn't understand why they couldn't just magic messages to one another, though he didn't understand that it was actually possible, just less likely to be done because those who were not of age were not allowed to use magic outside of the school.
Taking a deep breath outside of the door of her Head of House's Office, she couldn't fathom what she'd done to receive a request to see the man, but at least she was on time. Knocking once, twice, she waited to be called to to enter.