Post by evelyn on Oct 30, 2009 16:09:10 GMT
Evelyn enjoyed being back in the corridors of Hogwarts again. The summer hadn’t been a welcome rest from studying after the stress and hard work of the OWLs. Being at home in Leeds was never an enjoyable break from school. Quite the contrary; school had always been a pleasant respite from being at home. This summer especially had been...eventful, to say the least. Despite her usual dedication to working and achieving good grades, Evelyn let her attention wander, her tip of her quill tapping against her parchment soundlessly, leaving small blots of ink spreading across her notes. It didn’t matter; she would have copied them out again later anyway. Her writing was too messy to read easily when she scribbled down notes in a hurry, which would obviously displease her. There had never been such a fanatical perfectionist such as Evelyn. Everything had to be precisely as it should be. Nothing irritated Evelyn quite so much as untidiness, unless it was incompetence.
She had loosened up over the summer, but only slightly. Learning that your half-brother and half-sister didn’t truly despise your very existence could do that to a person. Part of her didn’t really believe it. Knowledge learned and reinforced over the past sixteen years couldn’t be erased and put aside simply because of a somewhat pleasant summer of realisation. She needed cold, hard evidence. Seth and Eva had provided some ease of mind but it wasn’t enough. Would it ever be enough? With full comprehension of her actions, Evelyn slowly unfastened the clasp of the necklace, her right hand grasping the crucifix pendant before it could fall down the neck of her robes. The glass and metal rosary around her wrist, however, remained firmly in place; the cold edges acting as a resolute reminder of her faith. She was still Catholic, through and through. It was in her blood just as surely as magic was. She could never renounce the Church. She just wouldn’t surrender her soul to the hypocrisy that her own mother embodied. Evelyn was better than that; she was far above that and her mother couldn’t drag her down to that level. That was one of the many things that Evelyn could simply not permit to occur.
Her mind had wandered too far, Evelyn noticed with a rueful smile, packing away her parchment, quills and bottle of black ink with calm, unruffled movements. She was a Prefect; she shouldn’t allow herself to become so distracted over trivialities. A smooth flick of her wrist had the necklace safely stored in the hidden pocket of her bag before the strap was flung over her shoulder. Lunch next and then Ancient Runes, so she most certainly had to shift her mindset back into serious student mode. Her mind couldn’t wander. She had to be perfect, all the time and in every way. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to be any other way. As she walked, her mind on everything but lunch, Evelyn suddenly stopped and frowned, feeling her left foot step on something that was just a few inches higher than the floor ought to be in that part of the castle. Sighing, because she was a Prefect and so she had responsibilities that meant she had to be helpful rather than go to lunch and let her mind dwell on everything but school, Evelyn stopped to gather up the book in her hand. Not bothering to check the book for a name scribbled inside the inner cover, Evelyn instead glanced around, arching an eyebrow at likely suspects as she held up the textbook as evidence. “Whose book is this? It shouldn’t just be left in the middle of the corridor.”
She had loosened up over the summer, but only slightly. Learning that your half-brother and half-sister didn’t truly despise your very existence could do that to a person. Part of her didn’t really believe it. Knowledge learned and reinforced over the past sixteen years couldn’t be erased and put aside simply because of a somewhat pleasant summer of realisation. She needed cold, hard evidence. Seth and Eva had provided some ease of mind but it wasn’t enough. Would it ever be enough? With full comprehension of her actions, Evelyn slowly unfastened the clasp of the necklace, her right hand grasping the crucifix pendant before it could fall down the neck of her robes. The glass and metal rosary around her wrist, however, remained firmly in place; the cold edges acting as a resolute reminder of her faith. She was still Catholic, through and through. It was in her blood just as surely as magic was. She could never renounce the Church. She just wouldn’t surrender her soul to the hypocrisy that her own mother embodied. Evelyn was better than that; she was far above that and her mother couldn’t drag her down to that level. That was one of the many things that Evelyn could simply not permit to occur.
Her mind had wandered too far, Evelyn noticed with a rueful smile, packing away her parchment, quills and bottle of black ink with calm, unruffled movements. She was a Prefect; she shouldn’t allow herself to become so distracted over trivialities. A smooth flick of her wrist had the necklace safely stored in the hidden pocket of her bag before the strap was flung over her shoulder. Lunch next and then Ancient Runes, so she most certainly had to shift her mindset back into serious student mode. Her mind couldn’t wander. She had to be perfect, all the time and in every way. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to be any other way. As she walked, her mind on everything but lunch, Evelyn suddenly stopped and frowned, feeling her left foot step on something that was just a few inches higher than the floor ought to be in that part of the castle. Sighing, because she was a Prefect and so she had responsibilities that meant she had to be helpful rather than go to lunch and let her mind dwell on everything but school, Evelyn stopped to gather up the book in her hand. Not bothering to check the book for a name scribbled inside the inner cover, Evelyn instead glanced around, arching an eyebrow at likely suspects as she held up the textbook as evidence. “Whose book is this? It shouldn’t just be left in the middle of the corridor.”
