Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Dec 10, 2016 5:58:01 GMT -6
It had been a month since she had written to him. Haze knew he wouldn't be happy but she couldn't face putting pen to paper just for his benefit. Mr Robert's expected his daughter to be the perfect pupil at Hogwarts and to some extent she probably was, however it was really getting her down. How could he expect her to be just like he wanted? She was only 16 and her father had put so much pressure on his daughter to not show herself up among other wizards and witches.
Climbing the stairs to the owlery, she re-read the letter for at least the tenth time: ...love to you and mother.
That should do it, she thought to herself. Tucking the letter into the envelope she scanned the room for an owl. He'll probably judge the poor bird as well. A striking brown owl with almost glowing yellow eyes caught her eye and made a soft hoot. The night was drawing in so that one would have to do. She shuffled over to the creature and patted its head talking softly to it.
Saralyn was not entirely sure why she was bothering to send her parents a letter this close to Christmas. It would be a couple more weeks until she saw them, what was there to put into a letter that she was not going to get grilled about everything and anything. The letter was going to be wasted breath.
Though she also knew, if she did not write to her parents, she was going to be told off. They had to keep up some semblance of family contact, after all. So she wrote them a letter that spoke briefly about her schooling, but nothing of very much importance, and made her way up to the owlery to find her owl.
She was hoping that the owlery was going to be empty when she entered it. However that was not the case. At least it was only Haze, and not someone who she actively disliked. "Evening," she greeted, scanning the room for her owl.
Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Dec 12, 2016 12:12:57 GMT -6
Haze enjoyed spending time up here with the owls, there was something quite soothing about their noises and shuffles. Continuing to pet the bird, she looked out of the window into the clear night sky. ‘Perfect for flying,’ she commented softly to the owl.
It wasn’t long before she wasn’t alone. A familiar, dark haired girl had joined her. “Evening,” she replied, starting to attach the parchment to the owl. Haze had encountered Saralyn many times, mainly at pureblood events her father had made her attend, the girls tended to just nod from a distance. “What brings you up here?” she asked, probably asking the most obvious question ever.
What brings you here? Saralyn almost had to pause and stare at the girl for that question. Really. She was standing in an owlery, what else was she possibly going to be here for. "Sending a letter, perhaps," she commented, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "Unless you happen to be here for an unrelated reason?"
Saralyn at least would not pick the owlery as a place to hang out. But perhaps Haze was a weird one. They had bumped into each other various times at pureblood functions, but had not spoken much at all. Coaxing her owl down from the rafter, she fed the bird a treat that she had brought up with her.
Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Dec 16, 2016 13:09:15 GMT -6
Haze watched Saralyn's face. Her face said it all. Sending a letter perhaps. Ah, there was the sarcasm. She had only wanted to make conversation, there was nothing worse than an awkward silence especially when people had met before. "No, I am sending a letter," she replied, rolling her eyes slightly then turning back to her owl. Petting it again, she lifted to up to the window and sat it on the ledge.
All Haze wanted to do was to send this off and then get back to the dorm. Trust her to bump into someone she was indifferent about. "Haven't seen you around for a while. Been to any pureblood events recently?"
"I thought you might be," she murmured. Unless she was just coming up to say hello to her owl, there wasn't really another obvious reason to be in the owlery. It wasn't exactly the best place in the castle to try and avoid people. Her owl ate the treat that she had given her, and Saralyn patted her lightly. "To family, I presume?" That was the most obvious guess for writing letters to people.
Oh, they were going to keep talking were they? That was a little unfortunate. "A couple over the summer break. Will possibly be going to some over the winter break." Saralyn liked parties, because she liked the chance to dress up, but she wasn't exactly about the social experience of it.
Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Dec 20, 2016 12:35:26 GMT -6
Haze nodded. “Yeah. Decided against going home this year so thought I’d better send a letter,” she said watching Saralyn with her owl. “I’m guessing you’re the same?” She was surprised she was still talking to the girl, especially after the first sarcastic comment. A soft hoot came from her owl, it was obviously ready to head off into the night. Giving him a gentle pat, she gave him the signal to go.
Saralyn looked almost disappointed that the conversation hadn’t ended there. She wasn’t tat bad was she. Deciding to continue the conversation she carried on talking about the pureblood parties. “Yeah. My dad did mention a few in his letters . That’s why he’s not happy about me staying here. You not going home for Christmas now then?” Although the train had left a couple of days a go sometimes students would head off randomly at different points.
Part of Saralyn wondered how her parents would respond if she had written to them, saying that she was choosing to spend the holidays at school. She very much doubted that it would go down very well. "Yes, writing to my parents," she said, though she was not the same in that she was staying for the break.
"I am. A couple of days late because my parents had some business to attend to," she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. They hadn't explained in depth the reason why, but Saralyn hadn't questioned it. "I won't be seeing you at the parties then, it would seem."
Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Dec 24, 2016 0:42:43 GMT -6
Haze watched as her owl made his way into the nights sky. She dreaded to think about what her father would have thought about her staying here but she couldn't face him or her brothers comments. She would go back at Easter, plus they could come and see her in Hogsmeade if they really wanted to.
"Oh right," she said, feeling slightly guilty about not heading home. "Nope, not this year. Well it really depends on how well my parents take the news that I wont be coming back at all." Haze would have been made to attend the events if she had gone home but here in Hogwarts she could make excuses.
As she finished tying the letter to her owl, Saralyn wasn't looking at Haze. However the girl's comment made her pause, glancing back over at her, the corner of her mouth curling. "That's always the way, isn't it?" she stated. It depends what their parents think, what their parents wanted. So much of what they did was influenced by their parents desires.
Turning back to her owl, she finally finished tying the letter, and let her over to the window sill. "Fly safe," she told the owl, booping it lightly on the head. She got a hoot in return, before the animal flew out into the sky.
Post by HAZE MARIA ROBERTS on Jan 8, 2017 4:03:53 GMT -6
Haze nodded at Saralyn comment. It was always the way. "I'm looking forward to when I can do my own thing," she added. She was almost 17, getting closer to 18. She hoped that when she was that age they left her alone and let her live her own life for once. However she wasn't sure how possible that was for a pureblood family. "Although I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to do that."
@saralyn Ooc:sorry for the wait. Back at work now boo
Saralyn watched her owl disappear off into the sky, before she turned back to Haze. "It does not seem like a possibility at times, no," she agreed. Their families were going to choose a great deal for them. Though becoming of age, and moving out will afford them more freedom than they had. "Though becoming of age may change some things."