Post by Adalia St John S5 on Aug 27, 2005 21:54:58 GMT
“I can’t believe my little princess is going to Hogwarts already.” Adalia’s father said beaming down at her the morning of September first 1997. She simply grinned and continued to eat her strawberries and whipped cream. When it come time for him to leave though Adalia gave her father a hug goodbye and a quick kiss on the cheek as he looked down at her as if she were the most wonderful creature ever – which to him she was. That was a lot of how Adalia had learnt to get whatever she wanted – you just have to play off other people’s weaknesses – and her father’s was thinking that she’s an angel. He was right in some way though – she was a princess.
She waved as her father got into the car and drove off to work before racing up to her bedroom. She double-checked that everything she needed had been packed into her trunk and had an elf that had studied the art of being a mediwitch look over her injuries one last time – just to make sure all traces of the Diagon attack had vanished from her body. She was still fuming that she had gotten hurt. She was Adalia Claire René Gabrielle St John she should not be hurt by things like that. Those attacks were meant against mudblood filth and blood traitors – both of which she was as far as possible from. There was nothing she could really do about it though – and that’s what bothered her most of all. She had been taken care of by the best mediwitches money could provide but she hadn’t gotten her revenge and she feared she never would. This had lead to her taking her frustrations out on anyone who had the misfortune of coming her way – she was not used to being denied.
At ten o’clock Adalia meet her mother down in the entrance hall of their home and got into the back of a luxury car as the driver put Adalia’s trunk in the back. They arrived at King’s Cross by ten thirty and the driver put the trunk on a trolley and followed Gabrielle and Adalia onto platform nine and three quarters. “Goodbye Mummy. I will see you over Christmas break.” Adalia said sweetly as she kissed her mother on the cheek before climbing onto the train and glaring at the driver. “Could you possibly go any slower?” Adalia snarled at the man who was panting out of breath from the weight of the trunk. She then turned on her heel and walked down the hall until she found an empty compartment. “Put it up there.” She ordered pointing at the rack above her seat to the driver when he finally arrived. He did so without a word as Adalia stretched out with her back resting against the window and her feet up on the seat. Adalia then removed a book from her purse and began to read as the door slammed shut after the driver. She winced at the sound and made a mental note to write home about having him punished for his insolence before returning to her book.
She waved as her father got into the car and drove off to work before racing up to her bedroom. She double-checked that everything she needed had been packed into her trunk and had an elf that had studied the art of being a mediwitch look over her injuries one last time – just to make sure all traces of the Diagon attack had vanished from her body. She was still fuming that she had gotten hurt. She was Adalia Claire René Gabrielle St John she should not be hurt by things like that. Those attacks were meant against mudblood filth and blood traitors – both of which she was as far as possible from. There was nothing she could really do about it though – and that’s what bothered her most of all. She had been taken care of by the best mediwitches money could provide but she hadn’t gotten her revenge and she feared she never would. This had lead to her taking her frustrations out on anyone who had the misfortune of coming her way – she was not used to being denied.
At ten o’clock Adalia meet her mother down in the entrance hall of their home and got into the back of a luxury car as the driver put Adalia’s trunk in the back. They arrived at King’s Cross by ten thirty and the driver put the trunk on a trolley and followed Gabrielle and Adalia onto platform nine and three quarters. “Goodbye Mummy. I will see you over Christmas break.” Adalia said sweetly as she kissed her mother on the cheek before climbing onto the train and glaring at the driver. “Could you possibly go any slower?” Adalia snarled at the man who was panting out of breath from the weight of the trunk. She then turned on her heel and walked down the hall until she found an empty compartment. “Put it up there.” She ordered pointing at the rack above her seat to the driver when he finally arrived. He did so without a word as Adalia stretched out with her back resting against the window and her feet up on the seat. Adalia then removed a book from her purse and began to read as the door slammed shut after the driver. She winced at the sound and made a mental note to write home about having him punished for his insolence before returning to her book.