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Mother died ten years ago today. Images of her death flash inside my time, and I may only bear writing for a short time. I am honestly not Christian, nor in any way do I believe in the religion, but I can hear the bells: soft, sad, gentle. Motherly. I hate them. I remember when they brought her body away from the house. The church ells rang then, too. It smelled like beeswax because of all of the candles. It smelled like tears and blood too. All mixed in. And I can still remember more, but I won't say. I'll never say. Leila
Leila stood shakily, tears freely falling from her face. She had her own, interesting, spiritual way of mourning her mother. She lit a candle. She, Lana, and her mother had always laughed and read and talked by candlelight. It brought back memories, her mother's laugh, and her smile. She hadn't any idea then... it was too hard to think about. She surrounded the candle with roses. Her mother had loved roses. Found them fascinating. Always wore one behind her ear. Leila remembered those roses, a new one every day, standing out in her auburn hair. It always made her smell like roses, even when she took it out every night.
Tears fell swiftly down Leila's face. There were tons of candles already lit and surrounded by roses all around her room. She pulled a pouch out of her pocket and pulled a dried rose petal from it, one of about 20 roses worth, dropping it on the flame as an offering to her mother. She repeated the step for the rest of the candles in her room, so that only one remained. She put this delicate petal on her fore head and lay down on the pillow, wiping a tear from her face and dripping it from her finger to the petal, then fell asleep.
When she woke, a few hours later, it was 12:00. She blew out all of the candle stumps. Her room smelled like rose and ash, and her face was stiff with dry tears. She went back to sleep, a grim look resting on her small, pretty face.
8-30 God! I'm too angry. I'll throw things, hit, punch! How could he do this? HOW? Lana
Lana slammed down her pen and threw a sock as hard as she could, screaming with frustration. She slammed down on her bed, punched her pillow, flung things around with her slingshot, even shrieked, but nothing would vent her anger. She could yell and fight and kick, but nothing would help. She could make Leila shout along with her, but right now Leila was untouchable, a steely glance and a troubled look, slaving over candles and roses and memories. Lana screamed again and slammed herself into a wall, slumping down on the floor in hysterics murmuring and screaming. She eventually fell asleep like that, slumped and restless, unable to do anything.
The next day, Leila looking solemn but not sad, and Lana over her anger, they made their way over to King's Cross Station and into Platform 9 3/4. Leila smiled and took a book out of her bag, which she had managed to charm so that it could fit various gizmos and gadgets, along with a library bigger even than the one at Hogwarts, and it only weighed 150 lbs. She climbed into an empty compartment, along with Lana. Shortly afterward, Draco Malfoy and his annoyingly muscular cronies walked in.
Lana looked up at the group with disgust. "What do you want, Draco? She said mockingly. "Funny sort of name, isn't it? Like something you might hear in a Dark Arts spell." She laughed at him sarcastically. "Run along now, the nursery is just over there. Little kids and little minds go together, don't they?"
She sneered and Malfoy lunged, Crabbe and Goyle right behindhim. Leila looked sharply up from her book, whipping out her wand seconds after Lana.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Lana and Leila shouted in unison, causing all three of them to straighten and fall. Lana shook a finger at them, like a mother to a naughty toddler.
"Now you run along to your parents," She said sarcastically. Then she laughed. "Oh, right, you can't. Fenite Incantantum!" Leila freed them of the full body bind as well and the swaggered off agitatedly. She burst out laughing and Lana grinned at her, shaking a finger in imitation of her twin. Lana finally stopped laughing just as Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked in, smiling at Leila and giving Lana dark looks.
Lana scowled. "Good afternoon, Parvati and Lavender." Leila greeted them.
"Don't you ever just say 'hi'?" Lavender giggled. Leila shook her head. "You know perfectly well that I have a tendency to structure my points in an elongated way." Leila said all in one breath. The two girls rolled their eyes and walked through, whispering to each other about weirdos and giggling.
Leila picked up her copy of curses, counter curses, tactical spells, and potions with vile effects and how to use them all in a nasty situation. She leafed through, stopping on a page marked Veritaserum.
"Goodness, Lana, this is most certainly an interesting one. Veritaserum is one of the most powerful potions known. It forces the drinker to answer any questions asked of him completely and in full account." Lana grimaced. Leila nodded at her and turned the page. Ah, curses. Lets see, first is..."
She turned the page and her face turned chalky white. "Never mind that one." She said quietly, closing the book and putting it into her bag. "We need to change anyway." And with that she pulled a black robe out of her bag and put it on hastily.
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Mother died ten years ago today. Images of her death flash inside my time, and I may only bear writing for a short time. I am honestly not Christian, nor in any way do I believe in the religion, but I can hear the bells: soft, sad, gentle. Motherly. I hate them. I remember when they brought her body away from the house. The church ells rang then, too. It smelled like beeswax because of all of the candles. It smelled like tears and blood too. All mixed in. And I can still remember more, but I won't say. I'll never say. Leila
Leila stood shakily, tears freely falling from her face. She had her own, interesting, spiritual way of mourning her mother. She lit a candle. She, Lana, and her mother had always laughed and read and talked by candlelight. It brought back memories, her mother's laugh, and her smile. She hadn't any idea then... it was too hard to think about. She surrounded the candle with roses. Her mother had loved roses. Found them fascinating. Always wore one behind her ear. Leila remembered those roses, a new one every day, standing out in her auburn hair. It always made her smell like roses, even when she took it out every night.
Tears fell swiftly down Leila's face. There were tons of candles already lit and surrounded by roses all around her room. She pulled a pouch out of her pocket and pulled a dried rose petal from it, one of about 20 roses worth, dropping it on the flame as an offering to her mother. She repeated the step for the rest of the candles in her room, so that only one remained. She put this delicate petal on her fore head and lay down on the pillow, wiping a tear from her face and dripping it from her finger to the petal, then fell asleep.
When she woke, a few hours later, it was 12:00. She blew out all of the candle stumps. Her room smelled like rose and ash, and her face was stiff with dry tears. She went back to sleep, a grim look resting on her small, pretty face.
8-30 God! I'm too angry. I'll throw things, hit, punch! How could he do this? HOW? Lana
Lana slammed down her pen and threw a sock as hard as she could, screaming with frustration. She slammed down on her bed, punched her pillow, flung things around with her slingshot, even shrieked, but nothing would vent her anger. She could yell and fight and kick, but nothing would help. She could make Leila shout along with her, but right now Leila was untouchable, a steely glance and a troubled look, slaving over candles and roses and memories. Lana screamed again and slammed herself into a wall, slumping down on the floor in hysterics murmuring and screaming. She eventually fell asleep like that, slumped and restless, unable to do anything.
The next day, Leila looking solemn but not sad, and Lana over her anger, they made their way over to King's Cross Station and into Platform 9 3/4. Leila smiled and took a book out of her bag, which she had managed to charm so that it could fit various gizmos and gadgets, along with a library bigger even than the one at Hogwarts, and it only weighed 150 lbs. She climbed into an empty compartment, along with Lana. Shortly afterward, Draco Malfoy and his annoyingly muscular cronies walked in.
Lana looked up at the group with disgust. "What do you want, Draco? She said mockingly. "Funny sort of name, isn't it? Like something you might hear in a Dark Arts spell." She laughed at him sarcastically. "Run along now, the nursery is just over there. Little kids and little minds go together, don't they?"
She sneered and Malfoy lunged, Crabbe and Goyle right behindhim. Leila looked sharply up from her book, whipping out her wand seconds after Lana.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Lana and Leila shouted in unison, causing all three of them to straighten and fall. Lana shook a finger at them, like a mother to a naughty toddler.
"Now you run along to your parents," She said sarcastically. Then she laughed. "Oh, right, you can't. Fenite Incantantum!" Leila freed them of the full body bind as well and the swaggered off agitatedly. She burst out laughing and Lana grinned at her, shaking a finger in imitation of her twin. Lana finally stopped laughing just as Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked in, smiling at Leila and giving Lana dark looks.
Lana scowled. "Good afternoon, Parvati and Lavender." Leila greeted them.
"Don't you ever just say 'hi'?" Lavender giggled. Leila shook her head. "You know perfectly well that I have a tendency to structure my points in an elongated way." Leila said all in one breath. The two girls rolled their eyes and walked through, whispering to each other about weirdos and giggling.
Leila picked up her copy of curses, counter curses, tactical spells, and potions with vile effects and how to use them all in a nasty situation. She leafed through, stopping on a page marked Veritaserum.
"Goodness, Lana, this is most certainly an interesting one. Veritaserum is one of the most powerful potions known. It forces the drinker to answer any questions asked of him completely and in full account." Lana grimaced. Leila nodded at her and turned the page. Ah, curses. Lets see, first is..."
She turned the page and her face turned chalky white. "Never mind that one." She said quietly, closing the book and putting it into her bag. "We need to change anyway." And with that she pulled a black robe out of her bag and put it on hastily.
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