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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 9:28:39 GMT -6
 The letter was becoming a crinkled mess, certainly coming close to being torn apart. The girl just kept crushing, uncrushing, and crushing the missive between her fingers as if it were a vessel to send all her frustration and anger through to its writer. The missive had arrived among the rest of the morning mail owls. Olivia knew she should have expected it to come. Something like it always came. While, she loathed the writer, said writer still cared for his daughter, and still tried to make some sort of connection with the teenager. However, Olivia was having none of that. When she had first came to Hogwarts and would receive the little updates and inquiries into her school life she would play the dutiful daughter and respond back with a bordering on respectful letter of that quite frankly came down to none of your business! Now, she didn’t even bother with the responses.
Yet her father, and sometimes her brother, still tried to be a part of her life, in knowing what going on at school—despite Olivia’s best efforts to block them out. She was certain her father was probably getting said information from her Uncle, but Olivia didn’t have the heart to cease her endless chatter to her uncle—the only relative she had that she loved. Her uncle was more of a father to her than her actual one. He was actually there for her, and not these dry and dull letters that barely even scrape the surface of an emotion.
She hated him. She hated these letters. She hated him for even trying, as it didn’t even feel like he was. This was more like fulfilling a commitment. Oh, it’s the fifth of the month? Time to send my monthly letter to my daughter. Olivia was certain if each letter wasn’t somehow obliterated—how she killed each letter changed from month to month (she wasn’t certain, but she think last month she gave it to some Cornish pixies in Defense Against the Dark Arts class)—she would actually compare the notes and see if they were verbatim. However, her anger at them was always too quick and the letters met some sort of death.
As she continued to crinkle and uncrinkle the parchment between her fingers, Olivia began to wonder how much more she could do to the sheet before it was tear. It was already becoming quite fragile and the ink was becoming little more than a blur. That brought a small smile to her lips although she wasn’t completely sure why. The petite brunette had ceased walking in that moment as she crumpled the sheet back up, twisting it as tight as she was able to do. There was nothing really around her in that moment that would work to obliterate the offending letter, and surprising—or maybe not so much—Olivia didn’t think to just wave her wand at it to destroy the parchment. Besides, physically destroying the thing between her fingers felt so much more satisfying than if she were to wave her wand at it. There was just a gleeful feeling that filled her as she felt the parchment given under her finger nails as a crease final gave in and broke apart in the first rip.
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Post by Veronica Whitmore on Feb 17, 2013 16:19:00 GMT -6
Veronica hadn't know what to do with herself that day. It was a restless kind of day for some unknown reason. Part of her had wanted to just stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing, and if it hadn't been for the noise her dorm mates were making she probably would have. It was hard not having a room all to herself in the Hufflepuff common room, it wasn't something Ronnie ever thought she would get used to. It was nice when you had a room all to yourself and it became hard when that all changed here at school. Of course she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because she absolutely loved it there but sometimes just sometimes like today she wished to be home at least there her mom would have let her sleep. Oh well nothing left for it Ronnie got up and dressed and did all the normal things she was supposed to do.
She ad her breakfast in the Great Hall with everyone else. people all around her were talking but she didn't seem to care much about what they were saying and she didn't really even chime in even when people tried to include her but she said pretty much nothing, maybe a nod here and there. It didn't take long for her friends to realize she wasn't really listening before they gave her up as a bad job. Ronnie wasn't sure what was wrong with her that day just that she wasn't in much mood for anything and she wasn't up for being social. The desire to go back to her room and crawl under the covers grew stronger and stronger the more the minutes ticked by but she knew that wouldn't help any.
Once she was finished eating she almost sprinted out the door she had almost knocked down tow little Gryffindors who looked at her as if she had two head Ronnie felt the blush creep up her cheeks as she said "sorry" and kept walking out into the hall feeling like a total tool. Ronnie was getting a bit annoyed at herself she didn't usually act like this on the contrary she was pretty outgoing usually, for some reason it wasn't coming out in her demeanor today. Not sure where to go or what to do with herself Ronnie just seemed to wander aimlessly around the castle here and there someone she knew would pass by and try to start a conversation to which Ronnie would reply that she had some place else to be a blatant lie of course.
This was starting to bug her the more and more she walked and she was trying to figure out what had put her in this mood but she really couldn't think of anything definitive. She was so lost in her thoughts that it took her a second to realize that the hallway she was walking down seemed to house something or someone that was making an awful lot of noise. There was a weird sound coming from beyond and Ronnie wasn't sure whether she should keep walking toward it or if she should run. One thing Ronnie learned about this castle was that you never knew what sorts of things you would run into. She stood stock still for a minute or two thinking about what she wanted to do and then she figured she would never know what was there unless she took a look. So taking a deep breath she walked around and to her great relief she saw it was just another student.
Heart beating fast Ronnie couldn't help but laugh a little at herself and shake her head at her silliness. Smiling broadly as she slowly made her approach she said "sorry I didn't mean to disturb you or anything I just wasn't sure who or what was over here and I thought I would investigate" not sure if her presence was welcomed Ronnie stood and waited for for an answer to gauge how the girl responded.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 7:07:37 GMT -6
Focused as she was on the offending letter, Olivia was not really paying much attention to her surroundings—not that she ever really did. The Gryffindor couldn’t really be bothered to pay attention to the reactions of her peers as she continued to crumple up the letter from her father. The parchment would soon be nothing more than a flimsy piece of trash no longer even resembling the perfect piece of penmanship that was her father’s hand writing. She hated those sharp cursive lines, her blood simmering every time she caught a glimpse of the handwriting on the outside of the envelope as her owl dropped the letter off. Olivia never took her anger out on the poor owl that happen to be delivering the letter, nor did she ever really become short with her friends or classmates. No, normally she saved all her anger to be released into some form of destruction upon the letter. It was really the closes she was ever going to get to releasing her anger and dislike towards her immediate family. But even then, Olivia wasn’t the type to really be all that interest in the opinions of people when it came to herself. So when she garnered stares from passing students she paid them no heed.
However, when someone chose to speak to her, it did cause the brunette to jump near out of her skin, so intent was she on wringing out the parchment. The offending ball fell to the floor from her fingertips. A less than lady-like curse escaped her lips in her surprise.
“Don’t go sneakin’ up on people, like that!” she exclaimed, although her statement held no malice. “Yeh gave me a near heart attack!” True, the Gryffindor had been standing in the middle of the hall way and the girl had probably had not actually snuck up on her, but given Olivia’s inattention to those around her this girl could have been an expert sneaker. Olivia ducked down briefly to snatch the offending letter from the floor. Her fingers automatically started pulling the sheet apart from the ball she had crumpled it in to. Already the parchment was tearing in certain areas and many parts of the letter were nearly unreadable.
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