Post by Poppy Hunt on Jun 29, 2008 20:17:41 GMT
Poppy sat on the bank to the lake.
It was a nice day, one of the few days left at Hogwarts before the summer, so she'd rolled up her jeans and stuck her feet in the murky stagnant water of the lake. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, although it was rapidly becoming less of a brilliant idea.
Oh well.
Leaning her head back, she smiled slightly to herself as the sun warmed her pale skin. She wouldn't tan, but she wouldn't burn either, so it didn't matter. Her skin was sort of colour repellent, and just stayed the same bright white or pale grey.
Contemplatively, she wrapped a lock of her dark red hair around her finger, considering once again what she'd been told by numerous different people.
You keep fiddling with your hair like that and it'll all fall out.
No, no it wouldn't. Silly Fin. Silly Dad. People like them were always telling her things like that as if it might take root in her head and she'd become paranoid...because that was exactly what usually happened.
That was why she woke up having panic attacks about the ceiling closing in, because someone had explained to her about claustrophobia. She'd been chronically afraid of geese for a few years as well, but she didn't even like to remember what throwaway comment that fear had come from.
She was just a little bit too naive, she supposed. Just a little bit too absorbent with her spongy brain. Just a little bit too gullible and childish.
She wondered why she was here. A month ago, she'd been taken out of school because her Mum...step-mother, had been taken into Azkaban.
Well, she hadn't been taken out of school...she'd near enough fought her way home. She knew her Dad very well, and how self-destructive he could be. And she knew her siblings very well, and she thought that they might need her as much as she needed them.
Now Maddie was out again, thank God, she could have just stayed at home for the remaining week or two of term, but had elected to come back.
Of course, she hadn't told them why.
This summer was going to be hell. She loved her family and she was very homesick, but she'd spent the past year in the company of her best friend and she didn't like the idea of being away from him.
What was worse, was that due to a huge error of genetics and messed up family trees, Finley was her step-mother's son...so she wasn't sure if that made him related or not, but it did mean that he'd been invited to come stay with the family...and turned it down.
Poppy had been so frustrated at him...could he not put aside his contempt for five bloody minutes? It would be fun, they could hang around together every day and it'd be so much fun, but he was too stubborn to take the offering hand of his mother.
Poppy would kill just to meet her mother, to talk to her...she'd kill to even see a picture of her. It annoyed her how some people could pass up the opportunity to have things alright, when some people didn't get the opportunity at all.
And she'd told him this, and they'd rowed, and then she'd stormed out here to cool off.
She'd cooled off alright. In fact, she was possibly defrosting because the lake water was freezing cold and it was starting to numb her legs.
The numb, in turn, was starting to spread up her calves to her thighs...and soon her legs would freeze and fall off and she'd have to drag herself up to the castle with her arms and that'd show them.
Show who...she wasn't quite sure...but it'd definitely show them.
It was a nice day, one of the few days left at Hogwarts before the summer, so she'd rolled up her jeans and stuck her feet in the murky stagnant water of the lake. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, although it was rapidly becoming less of a brilliant idea.
Oh well.
Leaning her head back, she smiled slightly to herself as the sun warmed her pale skin. She wouldn't tan, but she wouldn't burn either, so it didn't matter. Her skin was sort of colour repellent, and just stayed the same bright white or pale grey.
Contemplatively, she wrapped a lock of her dark red hair around her finger, considering once again what she'd been told by numerous different people.
You keep fiddling with your hair like that and it'll all fall out.
No, no it wouldn't. Silly Fin. Silly Dad. People like them were always telling her things like that as if it might take root in her head and she'd become paranoid...because that was exactly what usually happened.
That was why she woke up having panic attacks about the ceiling closing in, because someone had explained to her about claustrophobia. She'd been chronically afraid of geese for a few years as well, but she didn't even like to remember what throwaway comment that fear had come from.
She was just a little bit too naive, she supposed. Just a little bit too absorbent with her spongy brain. Just a little bit too gullible and childish.
She wondered why she was here. A month ago, she'd been taken out of school because her Mum...step-mother, had been taken into Azkaban.
Well, she hadn't been taken out of school...she'd near enough fought her way home. She knew her Dad very well, and how self-destructive he could be. And she knew her siblings very well, and she thought that they might need her as much as she needed them.
Now Maddie was out again, thank God, she could have just stayed at home for the remaining week or two of term, but had elected to come back.
Of course, she hadn't told them why.
This summer was going to be hell. She loved her family and she was very homesick, but she'd spent the past year in the company of her best friend and she didn't like the idea of being away from him.
What was worse, was that due to a huge error of genetics and messed up family trees, Finley was her step-mother's son...so she wasn't sure if that made him related or not, but it did mean that he'd been invited to come stay with the family...and turned it down.
Poppy had been so frustrated at him...could he not put aside his contempt for five bloody minutes? It would be fun, they could hang around together every day and it'd be so much fun, but he was too stubborn to take the offering hand of his mother.
Poppy would kill just to meet her mother, to talk to her...she'd kill to even see a picture of her. It annoyed her how some people could pass up the opportunity to have things alright, when some people didn't get the opportunity at all.
And she'd told him this, and they'd rowed, and then she'd stormed out here to cool off.
She'd cooled off alright. In fact, she was possibly defrosting because the lake water was freezing cold and it was starting to numb her legs.
The numb, in turn, was starting to spread up her calves to her thighs...and soon her legs would freeze and fall off and she'd have to drag herself up to the castle with her arms and that'd show them.
Show who...she wasn't quite sure...but it'd definitely show them.
