Niamh MacPharlain
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 116
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Sexual Orientation
- Queer
- Wand
- Curved 8 Inch Whippy Silver lime Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 12/2024
Niamh's brother was graduating this year as was his girlfriend which would leave her alone to cope with her pain and the frustration of her lessons. The thought of such a thing left her under great duress because until this point she had been taken care of by some of the only people who believed her not to be an attention starved teenager but someone with real pain. She understood that the more she practiced the less she would struggle and she was truly attempting to keep Bryce's tips in practice and work hard in Divination but there were times when it took the life out of her. How she would survive without them was beyond the dark haired, sallow-cheeked nymphet. While she walked throughout the grounds, Niamh's feet dragged against the cobblestone as if this would slow the time and keep her surrounded by her support system, despite being currently surrounded by strangers. Still, the future came both in the prison that was her mind and everywhere else. It would be of no help to attempt to prevent it, this much she had already known from reading about the prophecies of the past. If muggle plays were to be believed, that was the cause of most misfortune but what did a muggle know these days? What did a wizard even know? Niamh was having her third eye opened to see the entire truth and so few could say the same of their power and ability so it only shocked her to see how both no-maj and the average witch could be so arrogant in their power. As a Slytherin she was surrounded by this archetype and as a person who was honing a craft of spectacular sorts, it exhausted her to no end. There were so many who thought themselves to be special which left her alone for she was unwilling to succumb to their arrogance and feed whatever try-hard flame they had within. As far as Niamh MacPharlain could tell thus far, it was best to be a flicker rather than a forrest fire. Understated and unassuming. It allowed her to get away with so much more - to find relief to her pain in as many extravagant ways as she could.
The stress of the girl with the blood shot eyes was evident by the way her fingers tapped on the empty bottle she held and the way she moved. She was uncertain of most things and how she could make it through the final years of Hogwarts was the first and foremost trouble she had. She didn't want to think of what might happen after she would graduate and leave the protection of the castle along with the clarity that some professors attempted to bring to her. Feeling bogged down by the world, Niamh sat down on a smooth part of the lawn, over-looking the Forbidden Forrest. The young witch reached into her bag and took out some of the tools she had hoped to use to succeed in being able to control herself and her abilities. She sighed as she took off the tinted glasses, exposing her to the bright sunlight that in no way helped with her migraines and tried to focus. It seemed to be of no avail, as she had already made poor choices so early in the day. Although she was determined, Niamh wished for distraction and company but expecting none she performed as she was taught to.
The stress of the girl with the blood shot eyes was evident by the way her fingers tapped on the empty bottle she held and the way she moved. She was uncertain of most things and how she could make it through the final years of Hogwarts was the first and foremost trouble she had. She didn't want to think of what might happen after she would graduate and leave the protection of the castle along with the clarity that some professors attempted to bring to her. Feeling bogged down by the world, Niamh sat down on a smooth part of the lawn, over-looking the Forbidden Forrest. The young witch reached into her bag and took out some of the tools she had hoped to use to succeed in being able to control herself and her abilities. She sighed as she took off the tinted glasses, exposing her to the bright sunlight that in no way helped with her migraines and tried to focus. It seemed to be of no avail, as she had already made poor choices so early in the day. Although she was determined, Niamh wished for distraction and company but expecting none she performed as she was taught to.