Post by Katherine Newcombe H4 on Mar 5, 2008 10:28:44 GMT
Katie walked through the grand halls of Hogwarts proudly, discreetly covering the parchment hidden in her robes with her hands. Whatever happened, she had promised herself to keep what was written on that parchment all to herself. Unlike her earlier penchant for expressing any emotion she felt publicly, she now shuddered at the thought of reacting to this letter in any way that she had done so previously. The last infamous letter had been informing her of her parents’ deaths, and while she forgave herself for her public displays of grief, she couldn’t forgive herself for almost tearing her room apart shortly afterwards. Following her knowledge of their death, she had found herself in a dark cloud of depression until she had met someone in the courtyard who made her forget her fall from decorum’s grace. Her saviour was in the form of a Slytherin. While at first she had been reluctant to believe that a boy so much older, and admittedly much more formidable, would be interested in striking up a friendship with her, she had never felt more secure or accepted in her life. Instead of the belittlement that she had so shamefully expected, she had received loyalty from a wonderful young man she couldn’t wait to be able to call a friend. Katie smiled. It was so like her to be reluctant to call someone a friend; she knew she would spend days agonising over their new relationship until she was frustrated and confused by humans in general, and then decide that she wouldn’t confirm any kind of friendship until he did first.
The hallways began to twist dramatically, so Katie refocused her thoughts from Edward to where she was going. Her original plan had been to find a quiet corner to read the parchment, but as the hallway turned into a group of classrooms, she found herself reconsidering her original choice.
“A classroom would suit me just fine,” she thought, smiling. Taking one last look back to ensure no one was watching, she quietly slipped into the nearest empty room. At first the relative darkness rendered her blind, but she soon found her way towards the desks as she fumbled for a source of light. Taking a seat, she took the parchment from her inside pocket and touched it fondly.
“Every letter I’ve ever received has brought with it some sort of pain,” Katie mumbled, trying to remain composed. She did not know what the letter would contain, or even who it was from, but as soon as she had seen it, she knew she should be alone to read it.
It had been early that morning that she had first seen it. There it had been, sitting inconspicuously on her pillow next to her, and Katie had immediately recoiled at the sight. The first thoughts that had come to her mind was that it was another notification of trouble, perhaps this time concerning her sisters, but when she saw no name other than her own, her fears subsided. Her Aunt would’ve at least had the decency to identify herself in that kind of circumstance. Unsure as to what it could be, she had gently folded it and kept it in her pocket until the first opportunity had arisen that she could inconspicuously dart away. Now that she had, however, she didn’t know what to do.
“Just do it,” she encouraged herself as she touched the paper. Except for the obvious fold from earlier in the day, the parchment was smooth and soft, and obviously of the highest quality.
“Perhaps it’s from Edward,” Katie realised, beginning to feel excited. Edward had been so very sweet, and such a gentleman, that she honestly believed that he could write a letter to her anonymously. Excited, she tore the parchment apart, unrolled it so that it was open and peered at it anxiously. Unable to process what she had just seen, she shook her head in confusion and then examined it closer.
The parchment was completely blank. Katie searched the entire paper to find some evidence of an author, but was only left more bewildered. As hard as she tried to convince herself otherwise, all that she held in her hand was a blank parchment with her name written on the front.
“What on earth?” She asked, scratching her head in utter confusion. The only explanation she could offer was that it was the work of a prankster, but she hardly knew anyone, and the people she did know were hardly the types to play practical jokes. Shaking her head again, she sighed and propped her chin up with her hands.
“Who would play such a nasty trick?” She asked aloud, glaring at the paper in front of her. She had been so excited at the thought of a letter from Edward. As she gave a soft groan, she heard the almost unmistakable sound of laughter. Jerking her head upright, she narrowed her eyes at the door to her right, sure that the sound had come from behind it. Her cheeks blazed in humiliation as she stumbled to her feet and searched for somewhere to hide; she would rather pretend she was never there than allow the perpetrators to find and torment her. Finally spotting a cupboard, she darted towards it and yanked the door behind her.
“Oh, no.” The parchment was no longer in her hands. After searching desperately in her robes, she gritted her teeth and slowly opened the door to quickly inspect the room. The letter was still sitting on the desk she had been at, although she was now not the only one staring at it. The student raised their eyes to meet hers, and she bit her lip sheepishly, aware of how ridiculous she looked.
“Um…hi.”
The hallways began to twist dramatically, so Katie refocused her thoughts from Edward to where she was going. Her original plan had been to find a quiet corner to read the parchment, but as the hallway turned into a group of classrooms, she found herself reconsidering her original choice.
“A classroom would suit me just fine,” she thought, smiling. Taking one last look back to ensure no one was watching, she quietly slipped into the nearest empty room. At first the relative darkness rendered her blind, but she soon found her way towards the desks as she fumbled for a source of light. Taking a seat, she took the parchment from her inside pocket and touched it fondly.
“Every letter I’ve ever received has brought with it some sort of pain,” Katie mumbled, trying to remain composed. She did not know what the letter would contain, or even who it was from, but as soon as she had seen it, she knew she should be alone to read it.
It had been early that morning that she had first seen it. There it had been, sitting inconspicuously on her pillow next to her, and Katie had immediately recoiled at the sight. The first thoughts that had come to her mind was that it was another notification of trouble, perhaps this time concerning her sisters, but when she saw no name other than her own, her fears subsided. Her Aunt would’ve at least had the decency to identify herself in that kind of circumstance. Unsure as to what it could be, she had gently folded it and kept it in her pocket until the first opportunity had arisen that she could inconspicuously dart away. Now that she had, however, she didn’t know what to do.
“Just do it,” she encouraged herself as she touched the paper. Except for the obvious fold from earlier in the day, the parchment was smooth and soft, and obviously of the highest quality.
“Perhaps it’s from Edward,” Katie realised, beginning to feel excited. Edward had been so very sweet, and such a gentleman, that she honestly believed that he could write a letter to her anonymously. Excited, she tore the parchment apart, unrolled it so that it was open and peered at it anxiously. Unable to process what she had just seen, she shook her head in confusion and then examined it closer.
The parchment was completely blank. Katie searched the entire paper to find some evidence of an author, but was only left more bewildered. As hard as she tried to convince herself otherwise, all that she held in her hand was a blank parchment with her name written on the front.
“What on earth?” She asked, scratching her head in utter confusion. The only explanation she could offer was that it was the work of a prankster, but she hardly knew anyone, and the people she did know were hardly the types to play practical jokes. Shaking her head again, she sighed and propped her chin up with her hands.
“Who would play such a nasty trick?” She asked aloud, glaring at the paper in front of her. She had been so excited at the thought of a letter from Edward. As she gave a soft groan, she heard the almost unmistakable sound of laughter. Jerking her head upright, she narrowed her eyes at the door to her right, sure that the sound had come from behind it. Her cheeks blazed in humiliation as she stumbled to her feet and searched for somewhere to hide; she would rather pretend she was never there than allow the perpetrators to find and torment her. Finally spotting a cupboard, she darted towards it and yanked the door behind her.
“Oh, no.” The parchment was no longer in her hands. After searching desperately in her robes, she gritted her teeth and slowly opened the door to quickly inspect the room. The letter was still sitting on the desk she had been at, although she was now not the only one staring at it. The student raised their eyes to meet hers, and she bit her lip sheepishly, aware of how ridiculous she looked.
“Um…hi.”
