The Quarter Moons: An Essay by Penny
For so long as I can recall, I have had around my neck a small necklace, with two crescents, facing each other in that they create a circle. These are what I have called "the quarter moons" for a reason I do not know, but they have always been called such by me. For much of my growing up years, I studied these crescents, trying to recall where they came from, or why I have them. This memory is my favorite past-time. (I suppose what you mean by Past-time is occupation, but, well, I live in an orphanage, and all we have for past-times here are cleaning, cooking, and learning, none of which have gained my favor. I hope, then, that you do not mind my twisting the word to fit a meaning to which I can respond?) Anyway, this memory is such an one as has come and gone over the years, and I know not whether it is a child's imagination, or true memory which has inspired the events in my mind.
I was smaller than a toddler, and so perhaps my memory was not yet fully formed to take in all of the events of the day, but I recall my mother bending over a cradle. Perhaps my own? I watched as if from a separate body, looking over the scene from the other side of a looking glass.
It was only a short time before she straightened, looking at the door with a frightened glance. I recall her mouth moving, as if she spoke, but I do not remember the sound of her voice. She lifted me from the cradle just a moment afterward, and carried me to the back door. I vaguely recall being carried off into the darkness, with only the pendant about my neck to light the way...it seemed as if we two, the man who carried me, and I, were the only ones who could see it.
It was upon finishing the essay, and sending it back to the Headmaster of Hogwarts with Dobby, that the finality of all of the day's events crossed her mind. She would be leaving the orphanage. One of the hardest things to remember had come so easily to her mind as she had put them onto paper. It was as if things were beginning to happen, as if life was renewing it's potential for her.
For so long as I can recall, I have had around my neck a small necklace, with two crescents, facing each other in that they create a circle. These are what I have called "the quarter moons" for a reason I do not know, but they have always been called such by me. For much of my growing up years, I studied these crescents, trying to recall where they came from, or why I have them. This memory is my favorite past-time. (I suppose what you mean by Past-time is occupation, but, well, I live in an orphanage, and all we have for past-times here are cleaning, cooking, and learning, none of which have gained my favor. I hope, then, that you do not mind my twisting the word to fit a meaning to which I can respond?) Anyway, this memory is such an one as has come and gone over the years, and I know not whether it is a child's imagination, or true memory which has inspired the events in my mind.
I was smaller than a toddler, and so perhaps my memory was not yet fully formed to take in all of the events of the day, but I recall my mother bending over a cradle. Perhaps my own? I watched as if from a separate body, looking over the scene from the other side of a looking glass.
It was only a short time before she straightened, looking at the door with a frightened glance. I recall her mouth moving, as if she spoke, but I do not remember the sound of her voice. She lifted me from the cradle just a moment afterward, and carried me to the back door. I vaguely recall being carried off into the darkness, with only the pendant about my neck to light the way...it seemed as if we two, the man who carried me, and I, were the only ones who could see it.
It was upon finishing the essay, and sending it back to the Headmaster of Hogwarts with Dobby, that the finality of all of the day's events crossed her mind. She would be leaving the orphanage. One of the hardest things to remember had come so easily to her mind as she had put them onto paper. It was as if things were beginning to happen, as if life was renewing it's potential for her.