Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 3, 2008 18:23:40 GMT
Hogwarts. The place I called home for most of my life.
It feels weird to be here again. After everything that I've been through...-getting pregnant and dropping out, being thrown into Azkaban, it feels wrong for me to be here now.
It's a wonderful summer day, the sun is warm and there's a cool breeze, most would be dressed casually, shorts, skirts all that, not me though. I'm freezing cold. I'm in black jeans with a gray tank top, and the entire I've been here I've been rubbing my arms to warm myself up.
I had come to Hogsmede, and somehow I had wandered up here. I was sure the Headmaster wouldn't mind. That was another reason I was here. I needed to thank Dumbledore. It was because of him that I was out of Azkaban after all.
I've been walking for a while now, and I'm starting to get tired. I had gotten into another argument with Ian last night. The same old thing of course, that I'm still not better and I shouldn't be walking around.
He doesn't get it though. The more I stay put then the more memories will flood into my head. I need to keep moving.
Sitting down by the lake, I sigh softly, pushing my hair back off my forehead, before dipping my hand into the water.
Maybe I could take a break, just for a moment.
It feels weird to be here again. After everything that I've been through...-getting pregnant and dropping out, being thrown into Azkaban, it feels wrong for me to be here now.
It's a wonderful summer day, the sun is warm and there's a cool breeze, most would be dressed casually, shorts, skirts all that, not me though. I'm freezing cold. I'm in black jeans with a gray tank top, and the entire I've been here I've been rubbing my arms to warm myself up.
I had come to Hogsmede, and somehow I had wandered up here. I was sure the Headmaster wouldn't mind. That was another reason I was here. I needed to thank Dumbledore. It was because of him that I was out of Azkaban after all.
I've been walking for a while now, and I'm starting to get tired. I had gotten into another argument with Ian last night. The same old thing of course, that I'm still not better and I shouldn't be walking around.
He doesn't get it though. The more I stay put then the more memories will flood into my head. I need to keep moving.
Sitting down by the lake, I sigh softly, pushing my hair back off my forehead, before dipping my hand into the water.
Maybe I could take a break, just for a moment.
