- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Alexis
Delilah scorned the weakness she had been cursed with, from child to child in her family the females were all killed off by order of birth and being the last born her time was close and she knew just from the frilly name she was given, the clothes she was told to wear, and her physicality that she would not be the one to defeat the omen that hung over her. While she did feel sad because of a side-affect of dying, though most things were, Delilah knew that she could not infect this feeling upon others if she wished to live before she died. It was this knowledge, Delilah found, that had placed her in Ravenclaw. Her poor, frail mother was too consumed by grief that made her too careful. It was the reason why the brunette girl was restless; even in the castle walls in a foreign country when any other girl would be jumping around from pure joy. Delilah found that she was not the jumping around type of person but as she prepared for the day in a flesh coloured, pleated dress, Delilah found herself wanting to enjoy the day as normally as one could. Without classes and friends in general she decided that she would write a letter, she felt like telling someone about her experiences at Hogwarts thus far. She wished to tell the other girls and boys, who were the children of powerful leaders across the wizarding world and the only friends she had, about the many friends she had made which would be a blatant lie but their parents did it all the time, what would this matter? So the eleven year old cut a silver piece of ribbon and tied her brown locks away from her face, with the same gentle actions her mother had practiced on her hair for years, and then left with a piece of parchment and a quill.
The walk from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Owlrey was all of ten minutes for Delilah but in that time she found herself doubting who to write and just before she walked up the steps to the Owlrey she realized that these other children wouldn't care. Truth be told, Delilah would not have cared either so with a sad sigh she walked towards the terrace, her fingers rubbing against the parchment with an irritating pang of self-pity and self-loathing. For a girl who was so watched Delilah was very alone in her life and she decided that perhaps it was best this way to avoid anyone else being in danger and getting the curse she had been born with. Delilah was sure there were many children, even the eldest in the school, who wrote their parents and the idea had occurred to her but like the other children she had met at fancy dinners that had bored her to tears her father would not have cared or if he did he would not have the time to and her mother... well you know what Delilah thought of her and so she leaned her stomach against the cobblestone and looked over the green wistfully.
The walk from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Owlrey was all of ten minutes for Delilah but in that time she found herself doubting who to write and just before she walked up the steps to the Owlrey she realized that these other children wouldn't care. Truth be told, Delilah would not have cared either so with a sad sigh she walked towards the terrace, her fingers rubbing against the parchment with an irritating pang of self-pity and self-loathing. For a girl who was so watched Delilah was very alone in her life and she decided that perhaps it was best this way to avoid anyone else being in danger and getting the curse she had been born with. Delilah was sure there were many children, even the eldest in the school, who wrote their parents and the idea had occurred to her but like the other children she had met at fancy dinners that had bored her to tears her father would not have cared or if he did he would not have the time to and her mother... well you know what Delilah thought of her and so she leaned her stomach against the cobblestone and looked over the green wistfully.