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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 12, 2011 15:57:45 GMT 1
The trip to the cemetery was short and silent. It was late in the afternoon and the sun sat on the horizon. The snow covered trees cast long shadows, drawing huge gloomy figures all over the pavement. She walked solemnly, passing tombstones after tombstones of people who passed before her. The only sound was the thumps her boots made with the snow. After rounding a couple of corners, she found the one she was looking for.
She eyed the tombstone, not knowing what exactly to feel. It had been three years since she visited her father’s grave. She did not even know him well before he died. All she knew was that she loved him and hated him at the same time. Loved him for being a great father to her, a father no one will ever replace; and, hated him for leaving her so soon. When she was younger, she used to go here whenever she felt down… She knelt in front of the tombstone, wiped the snow and read the inscription. Seeing his name engraved in a tomb stone seemed to remind her that he was never going back… that was when she felt fresh tears trickle down her flushed cheeks. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 12, 2011 18:14:28 GMT 1
It had been awhile since Rowena had visited that place. She couldn't remember when she'd payed it a visit for the last time. But Salazar's words made her think about the people she seemed to have forgotten. She was walking down the familiar road, a path she'd walked for many times before. The sun was high on the horizon and tall trees cast long shadows on the snow covered road.
There was no sound but the wind and her own footsteps, as she walked through the snow, her long dress dragging on the ground. Rowena had nearly reached her husband's grave, when she noticed another visitor, a certain young lady whose presence hadn't surprised her. Rowena slowly walked towards her daughter and knelt on the snow next to her. |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 13, 2011 15:18:03 GMT 1
She was with her grandmother when she last visited. It was the day before she started attending Hogwarts. She was already in her third year now… It seemed so long ago that she could not help but feel guilty. How could she have gone through three years without paying him a visit? Feeling like a very bad daughter, she let herself sob for a little longer.
The sun was almost gone, the lasts minutes of its life for the day seemed to tick away faster. The cold January wind rendered her white winter cloak useless. “I’m so sorry…” She whispered. So preoccupied and distracted, she had not even notice the other visitor… until she caught a sight of the other person on her peripheral. She need not turn around, she would recognize the figure anywhere. She stiffened and hastily she wiped her tears. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sirius on Jan 14, 2011 18:48:56 GMT 1
The girls weren't the only ones in the cemetery, he stood a couple of tombs away from them, in front of theirs as he approached there, looking at the tombstones, some of them belonged to wizards and witches, some belonged to muggles, he just looked at the tombstones for a while until he found the ones he was looking for, he took out his wand and made some flowers appear. Even though it was an accident from his part, even though these muggles bullied him in the past, he took their lives because he couldn't control his magic back then, he was so young.
He sighed calmly, he visited the graves often always going for the graves of these muggles, paying them his respects, maybe they could of been friends, or maybe not, no one innocent like they were to his eyes, deserved to die, nor could Sirius kill someone, he would feel too much remorse for that, he held the tears as he remembered that day, as he kept looking at the tomb, he just sighed sadly, standing there all alone.
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 15, 2011 17:49:04 GMT 1
Rowena looked at dark red sun descending. Her hair and clothes were blowing in the cold wind as she approached her daughter. Rowena wiped the tears running down her cheeks, she didn't want Helena see her crying. Once again, Rowena felt like a dreadful mother who kept secrets from her daughter and couldn't do anything to make her feel better.
Rowena gently placed her hand on Helena's shoulder, uncertain about what else to do. It was such an irony, really, that she hadn't even seen her daughter in Hogwarts for the last couple of days, but met her at the graveyard. Rowena had been busy with other things which, as usual seemed to be more important than her own daughter. Rowena didn't know what to say, so she remained silent, hoping Helena would be the first one to start talking. |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 16, 2011 13:33:12 GMT 1
Her mother’s hand on her shoulder made her stiffen. She sniffed and suppressed whatever sorrow she had for being a bad daughter to her father at the moment and controlled her emotions. She never saw her mother cry. Not even when her father died. Rowena Ravenclaw was a very strong woman, who was always in control of everything including her emotions. Logically, showing her that she was crying, after all the years that passed, would not really make her mother… appreciate her more.
She normally see her at least three times a week, inside a classroom... for she was her teacher in Charms. This week, just two times. She missed her charms class yesterday. Normally, a mother whose daughter was missing in class would look for her daughter. Did her mother check up on her? No. Why? Because she is not normal. She is very… unique. Successfully controlling herself, she faced her.
“Good afternoon, mother.” She greeted her casually. “What brought you here?” She asked, silently hoping that Aunt Helga never tipped her mother off about her little adventure. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 17, 2011 0:14:55 GMT 1
Rowena pulled her hand back and placed it on her lap. She noticed her daughter's strange reaction to her presence, as if she made her feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately it didn't take Rowena by surprise. Rowena hardly ever showed her emotions, they never brought her any good. Emotions made her weak and Rowena wouldn't allow herself to be weak, not after everything that had happened.
"Good afternoon, Helena." she replied calmly. Rowena sighed, reaching to touch the tomb stone, it was icy cold, beneath her fingers. "I guess I needed a place to think, I needed peace..." Was she seeking redemption by coming to the graveyard, seeking her husband's forgiveness? For the first time in her life, Rowena had let her emotions take control and made a complete fool of herself. She had fallen in love with her husband's murderer. However, she hoped Helena would never find out about it, it would make her hate Rowena and she'd never be able to forgive her mother.
Rowena knew, of course, that Helena hadn't been there on her last class, but it wasn't the right place or the right time to discuss the matter. Helga acted suspiciously, muttering something incoherent everytime Rowena asked about Helena. And it was up to Rowena to investigate it further, once she had the time. "I didn't expect to see you here." she said, still touching the cold stone. |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 19, 2011 13:38:16 GMT 1
Helena watched her mother’s fingers on her father’s tombstone. She could not help but shiver at the fact that everybody, in the end, would end up like her father... six feet below the ground, lifeless, with a mere tombstone sticking out to identify him.
When her mother revealed the reason behind her visit, she just nodded in understanding. It was not hard to grasp, her mother was a busy woman. With all that attention she had always been getting, it’s a wonder she was still in one piece. Other people would have cracked under that pressure. It was one of her traits that she admired and envied at the same time. That thought, once again, made her feel disgust towards herself. What kind of daughter feels envy towards her own mother? She hoped her face was not making any indications of her feelings at that moment.
“I just needed some air.” She answered her comment, turning her attention back to her. “It’s been three years since I last visited him.” She finished, turned away. Although she doubted her mother visited him at all in the last three years, she just could not look her in the eye. Failure to visit one’s father for three years definitely fell on the bad daughter behavior category… |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 27, 2011 14:42:54 GMT 1
Rowena sighed sadly and moved her hand away from the stone, placing it on her lap. She held her head down, unable to look at Helena. Her daughter probably knew that Rowena couldn't even remember the last time she'd visited her husband's grave. It had to be more than three years ago. Rowena lowered her eyes, blankly staring at the white snow beneath them.
Rowena had hoped that a visit to her husband's grave would bring her peace, but she was wrong. She had been wrong for so many times in the past couple of weeks that it was almost turning into habit. Seeing Helena only made things worse. Rowena felt so ashamed of everything she had done, or even more of the things she hadn't done, that she couldn't look at her daughter and she had no idea what to say. |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 27, 2011 15:05:09 GMT 1
Helena did not know what happened to her relationship with her mother. They were alright when her father was around. She remembered her buying ice cream for her when she was four. They went out sometimes, just the two of them, and had loads of fun. Now, well everything was just not the way they used to be. Maybe it was just as it was before, she just did not know for sure. Maybe she was just young and oblivious to everything…
As years passed by, Rowena turned to an alien who looked like her mother. Ever since her father died, she was just… not there. She wanted to right whatever wrong that caused their drifting apart. She did well in school, tried to live up to her expectations, and, despite being jealous, she did everything in her power to make her proud. Nothing worked though, she remained detached… always putting anything she could place before her… like she was her last priority in the world. “What’s wrong with me?” She thought aloud. |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 28, 2011 1:20:33 GMT 1
Rowena Ravenclaw wasn't actually the best mother in the world, that was a fact she had to admit, no matter how hard it seemed. She had always been the best in everything she did, always the brightest, the most intelligent, the most creative, first to master any spell and first to solve any riddle, but motherhood was probably the only thing she wasn't good at. There wasn't a logical explanation for a child's behavior and even Rowena couldn't invent a spell to bind mother and daughter. Things used to be different when her husband was alive, he used to make everything easier just by being there; being the only person who could handle Rowena.
Rowena was confused with her own behavior. She kept putting everything before her daughter, as if she was scared of getting closer to Helena, scared of losing another person she loved. Rowena was forced to raise her head and look at her daughter. "Helena..." she whispered "What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with you." |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 28, 2011 9:39:54 GMT 1
She hadn’t realized she had spoken out loud until her mother replied. Averting her eyes from the ground, she focused on her. Her answer caught her off guard. Through the years she thought she was the one with the problem. She always thought she was the one who just couldn’t pass her high standards no matter how hard she tried. With an eyebrow raised, she wanted to say, Really? You sure? but, she sighed instead, not wanting to disrespect her in front of her father’s tomb stone.
“It’s nothing mother.” She paused, stared at her mother’s beautiful face, and then finally, her gaze landed on her father’s tomb stone. She heard about the deaths inside the castle and she was afraid that her mother would follow her father shortly. When that happened, she would be more alone than she already was and she did not know if she could take it. “You, um, want to take a walk?” She blurted out without much thought, knowing how busy she was, it was impossible that she would say yes. A girl could only hope. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 28, 2011 14:40:55 GMT 1
Rowena kept her gaze focused on her daughter, a slight look of worry appearing on her face. When it came to Helena, Rowena was helpless, she didn't know how to tell or show her daughter how much she cared for her; they barely exchanged a word outside the classroom. For a brief moment, it seemed that Helena was about to say something to her mother, but then she just changed her mind and Rowena couldn't blame her for that.
Rowena just nodded her head in response as her daughter spoke. She followed Helena's gaze to late lord Ravenclaw's tombstone, painfully aware of the fact that her husband had left her many years ago and that she would never see him again. Her daughter was all Rowena had. She stood up and flicked her wand, conjuring a wreath of flowers and placing them on her husband's grave. Then she turned to her daughter, holding back the tears and even managing to force a small smile. "I think we both need to take a walk." |
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jan 28, 2011 15:15:38 GMT 1
Helena watched as flowers appeared on her father’s grave. Turning to her mother, she saw the sorrow in her eyes. Deep within, it saddened her. She remembered how much she hated her father for dying and for leaving her alone. By just thinking about him, she realized that mourning for a father was a never ending process. Through her own pain she tried to comfort her mother by returning her smile, which turned out to be more of just a small lip twitch.
Nodding as she stood up, she still felt surprise she said yes. That instant, she felt like verifying her answer; but instead, she bit her tongue, not wanting to push her luck. Not having any idea as to where to go with her, she eyed her and waited for her to start walking. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Jan 28, 2011 18:59:55 GMT 1
Rowena looked at her daughter warmer and gentler than she had for awhile. She knew how hard it was for Helena to come and visit her father's grave, she knew she wasn't the only one who missed him. Rowena came closer to her daughter and hugged her, leading her down the narrow path in the snow. Dark blue flowers made a contrast to the perfect whiteness of the snow and the gray stone they had been placed on. And he hated flowers... Rowena thought and smiled. "Would you like to go somewhere in particular?"
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