Post by Rosaliz Hernandez G6 on Feb 11, 2006 2:22:19 GMT
Rosaliz gripped her Aunt’s hand, as hard as her frozen fingers would allow her. The wind bites across the sky drifting into Rosaliz’s face a cold sleet that clings to her lips and eyelashes. Her aunt’s hand feels hot and sweaty. She looks up to her and for the first time she sees pain in her aunt’s eyes. She noticed when her aunt blinked pale drops splash to her cheeks, her neat, forwards her shoulder and down her new coat.
For the first time she had seen her aunt cry. Rosaliz of coarse knew where she was walking to Azkaban. She was on her way to visit her uncle who was locked up for some reason. She was wanted to stay with her aunt and to never let her go. For she was the only relative she had. Of coarse she had seen things much worse so she knew she had to be strong. The bad thing was that she was afraid of dementors. Especially the way they make you feel as if you’re never ever going to be happy again. What happiness were they going to drain out her aunt? It seemed it was already gone when she found out her husband was in Azkaban, turning her face pale in horror. That’s why during the weekend she was with her Aunt, just this once.
Rosaliz frowned thinking about this. As they walked into Azkaban, Rosaliz grabbed onto her aunt’s jacket. Her eye lay upon her uncle’s face. It looked distorted. From what she had heard it wasn’t at all what she had imagined. He had broken a law and became a death eater. Her uncle had said becoming a death eater made him prosperous to the dark lord. He kept pleading to his wife “forgive me…. Please. I’ll be good.” Rosaliz looked into her uncle’s eyes. She couldn’t find any remorse while he asked for forgiveness to her aunt. “I’ll I can’t and I will not.” She replied, Venomously. Then there was an oppressive silence where they stood. Rosaliz shivered. Her uncle looked like an incarnate of lord Voldemort. Rosaliz looked around once more, for she didn’t feel giddy at all with happiness. She knew that her uncle was a malice person and wanted to stay away from him as far as she could. She yanked on her aunt’s jacket giving a sign that she wanted to go. Her aunt refused to this and stood there. She looked into her husband’s face. In a quaver voice her aunt said, “Someday you will have a tutoring sense of guilt. Stay away from me and my niece.” Rosaliz felt her eyes fill with tears. For they were the only two family members she had left and she felt she only had one now. ‘I must stay near my aunt. What ever happens to her I’ll be there near here so I’ll never lose her. And if I do I’ll be there leaving with her.’ she thought.
For the first time she had seen her aunt cry. Rosaliz of coarse knew where she was walking to Azkaban. She was on her way to visit her uncle who was locked up for some reason. She was wanted to stay with her aunt and to never let her go. For she was the only relative she had. Of coarse she had seen things much worse so she knew she had to be strong. The bad thing was that she was afraid of dementors. Especially the way they make you feel as if you’re never ever going to be happy again. What happiness were they going to drain out her aunt? It seemed it was already gone when she found out her husband was in Azkaban, turning her face pale in horror. That’s why during the weekend she was with her Aunt, just this once.
Rosaliz frowned thinking about this. As they walked into Azkaban, Rosaliz grabbed onto her aunt’s jacket. Her eye lay upon her uncle’s face. It looked distorted. From what she had heard it wasn’t at all what she had imagined. He had broken a law and became a death eater. Her uncle had said becoming a death eater made him prosperous to the dark lord. He kept pleading to his wife “forgive me…. Please. I’ll be good.” Rosaliz looked into her uncle’s eyes. She couldn’t find any remorse while he asked for forgiveness to her aunt. “I’ll I can’t and I will not.” She replied, Venomously. Then there was an oppressive silence where they stood. Rosaliz shivered. Her uncle looked like an incarnate of lord Voldemort. Rosaliz looked around once more, for she didn’t feel giddy at all with happiness. She knew that her uncle was a malice person and wanted to stay away from him as far as she could. She yanked on her aunt’s jacket giving a sign that she wanted to go. Her aunt refused to this and stood there. She looked into her husband’s face. In a quaver voice her aunt said, “Someday you will have a tutoring sense of guilt. Stay away from me and my niece.” Rosaliz felt her eyes fill with tears. For they were the only two family members she had left and she felt she only had one now. ‘I must stay near my aunt. What ever happens to her I’ll be there near here so I’ll never lose her. And if I do I’ll be there leaving with her.’ she thought.