Post by FLORA AQUILA LESTRANGE on Feb 24, 2023 14:43:03 GMT
Sheddin' my skin, Versions of me unravellin'
Talking to the good girl I've been, For the last time
Talking to the good girl I've been, For the last time
Maybe she wasn't so different from all the others girls at school. Flora had observed them for years from the sidelines, seeing how they laughed outwardly and hid their true emotion on the inside. She was the same, really. Outside, she was a blank canvas of emotion, but inside she had many swirling about at all times. There were also words wthin her that wanted to come out, but she always held back. She couldn't speak them because they might not be liked. That was her doubting herself. It came from her mother, watching the woman hold her tongue around the man she was married to, along with agreeing with him with silent nods. This was not what she wanted to be. It was something that had come slowly to Flora.
These thoughts came to her as she sat alone at the Slytherin table, her fork poking at the eggs on the plate in front of her. The Great Hall was not too full early on in the morning. Most students preferred to sleep in, especially if they'd had Astronomy the night before. That was a class she had stopped taking as soon as possible. She had no interest in the stars or the study of them. In fact, she suspected that few students did and most took the class only as a way to avoid other possible tasks. Or maybe they had trouble sleeping. She liked her sleep. But then, there was she again, going off on her own in her thoughts. A burst of laughter from the nearby Ravenclaw table saw to it that she lifted her head, eyes landing upon the group of friends all sat close together.
What they were laughing about, she did not know, but it felt like a reminder of what she did not have herself. Maybe she wanted more than she had thought she did, all these years. Just maybe.
Behind those Ravenclaws, there sat one of her brothers - one of the triplets and the only one of their family that would be sitting at a different table. Cory was not the favorite child of the family by any means. Her parents looked at him with disdain and Flora saw this, but she said nothing. It was always best, she thought, to keep her lips tightly shut at home. Cory sat alone at the Gryffindor table, his back turned to her. As if her body was acting on its own, she felt herself leaving the Slytherin table and walking towards her brother. It didn't feel as if she had made the concious decision to go to him, but rather, that her body had decided it. Without an introduction, she sat down beside him at his house's table, pushing away the plate that was sat there upon the tabletop. "How do you do it, brother? Make friends, let people in," she spoke, not aware she might have just given her brother a jumpscare or caring that she was being strange.
These thoughts came to her as she sat alone at the Slytherin table, her fork poking at the eggs on the plate in front of her. The Great Hall was not too full early on in the morning. Most students preferred to sleep in, especially if they'd had Astronomy the night before. That was a class she had stopped taking as soon as possible. She had no interest in the stars or the study of them. In fact, she suspected that few students did and most took the class only as a way to avoid other possible tasks. Or maybe they had trouble sleeping. She liked her sleep. But then, there was she again, going off on her own in her thoughts. A burst of laughter from the nearby Ravenclaw table saw to it that she lifted her head, eyes landing upon the group of friends all sat close together.
What they were laughing about, she did not know, but it felt like a reminder of what she did not have herself. Maybe she wanted more than she had thought she did, all these years. Just maybe.
Behind those Ravenclaws, there sat one of her brothers - one of the triplets and the only one of their family that would be sitting at a different table. Cory was not the favorite child of the family by any means. Her parents looked at him with disdain and Flora saw this, but she said nothing. It was always best, she thought, to keep her lips tightly shut at home. Cory sat alone at the Gryffindor table, his back turned to her. As if her body was acting on its own, she felt herself leaving the Slytherin table and walking towards her brother. It didn't feel as if she had made the concious decision to go to him, but rather, that her body had decided it. Without an introduction, she sat down beside him at his house's table, pushing away the plate that was sat there upon the tabletop. "How do you do it, brother? Make friends, let people in," she spoke, not aware she might have just given her brother a jumpscare or caring that she was being strange.
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