Maddiie Holland
Al. Hufflepuff | Werewolf
- Messages
- 5,700
- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight
- Wand
- Lignum Vitae Wand - The Merlin 16" Essence of Dragon's Whisker
- Age
- 42/2005
That morning she woke up like any other, only to be surprise where her long nights had lead her to be. Laying where she once slept long ago, where her mother had always greeted the young woman during dawn morning, Maddiie had awaken in her old home. Where the white ivory linen sheets still covered her mother's antique furniture and the smell of residues dust made her nose twitch as if she were laying right an pile of mote. It was a shock to see she was still olive tone and not red from allergies to the dirty powder. She fought back any words to come out of her mouth, just that heavy cough that ache to force out of her lungs laid in the middle of her chest. Teasing the back of her throat, she force the fabric in her fingers an effort to move so that she could cough the hell out of her mouth. No use. Something or unseen force kept her lock down, like stopping her from doing any sudden movements, she felt pin down to her very old full size bed. It smelt. Moth and gross, more mote. She cringe in place, the smell grew more and more, her sense were waking up just like everything else.
What am I doing here? Why am I here? What brought me here? were a few words running ominously inside her mind. When she last check she was with Sirius in New Zealand and now here, without a strong connection she tried to retrace her steps. Close my eyes, close my eyes and remember. She remembered saying goodnight to him. Their first meeting after so many years didn't go so well, to much emotion had erupted for either of them to grasp reality. Which is now, reality, Maddiie couldn't understand what happen. Again she rattle her brain to remember, show what happen when she said goodnight to Sirius, what happen exactly?! She yell, yell and scream on the inside, it was to hard to remember.
A sudden thump, broke her out of the silent displeasure. She demanded herself to move once more, itching herself to one side of the bed, her legs move but her arms stood lock, again she yelled. This time it echoed across the room, almost breaking the silence that was capable of driving her mad if nothing rebounded. Just her echo, just her screams, nothing reacted more to explosive lungs. She tried again, her arm flung free from the invisible locks. She sat up straight, they ached. Both arms were covered with bruises, something she was getting use to all the time. It must've happen. Nothing else would explain why she was here and not in New Zealand. Again she hear the thump, it just significant told her she wasn't alone. Sitting at the edge of her bed now, Maddiie could see through the curtains, it wasn't much. Staring out, making sense to what's going on, fog city made it impossible to see. The world had been painted white and everything around her seem silence, except her movement she never felt to live at deft ear. Nothing made sense right now.. she had the voice in the back of her head to keep her sane at least, but what about Sirius? What happen to him? She hope, if she had turn last night he hadn't been there to witness, that thought made her worried just as it came into mind. If Sirius knew about her being a werewolf, he wouldn't feel the same way anymore. He would look at her different and just like that she would never be able to harvest the feelings he had for her before she could grasp them. They would be gone and lost just like the fog, nothing ever will seem clear to her anymore. For a momentum she sat in silent, till a voice told her to get up and look, what other option could she go with but follow to what the said voice demanded her too do. Standing up wearily, she stood from the bed, the door half way across the room did feel like it was miles away.
Scowling silently again, Maddiie coach herself to get a grip. What's left of her sanity depended on it and if she wanted to find the source of that thump she had to get out of her old room now. Moving slow she headed forward towards the redwood door, thump, there it is again. She had to move a lot fast and she did by her second step. Reaching the hardwood surface, Maddiie wave the door open, the corridors seem emptied. Was she really alone? She could not figure that out entirely, so far it seems so. She move with cautious steps, rounding a corner, she saw nothing. Bleek, emptied. No one home she kept guessing, till she reach the steps and heard voice. In a cold state, she stop to move. Standing there, on the top of the stairs, she listen to the voice more careful now. Whoever it was didn't sound dangerous, still she felt afraid, she had to prepare herself. However it felt impossible, her entire body stayed force to where she was standing, it was her way of listening and not being caught.
She reside on those very steps for a long time. If she could count in her head without feeling anxiety crawling over her shoulders she would've lost count already due to her racing heart. The smell of dust grew heavy again, the house unkempt had dust filtering the air and if you look right by the corner of each wall, cobwebs hung just like Halloween decoration. Only it wasn't decorations, it was all real. Her old home had been decrease into old memories, nothing felt warm or homely about the house. A distinctive feeling washing over Maddiie kept her still longer, she wanted to get out of
Here, the first time she could actually think straight happen about this time. Apparating would get me out of here faster, if I apparate I can leave. Curiosity took a toll over again, and the thump happen once more. Going down the rigged steps, they creak within the weight of her feet. She stop, she went down again this time a little slower till she reach the bottom steps...She reach for her wand, to find it was missing, if she went unprotected she would lose but she had to know. Maddiie had to know who was in her families old home, reaching the entrance of the kitchen a figure stood right just meters away, whoever it was didn't seem recognizable from behind. She took her chance, verbal spells would work without a wand. She had to try and see what happens next.
What am I doing here? Why am I here? What brought me here? were a few words running ominously inside her mind. When she last check she was with Sirius in New Zealand and now here, without a strong connection she tried to retrace her steps. Close my eyes, close my eyes and remember. She remembered saying goodnight to him. Their first meeting after so many years didn't go so well, to much emotion had erupted for either of them to grasp reality. Which is now, reality, Maddiie couldn't understand what happen. Again she rattle her brain to remember, show what happen when she said goodnight to Sirius, what happen exactly?! She yell, yell and scream on the inside, it was to hard to remember.
A sudden thump, broke her out of the silent displeasure. She demanded herself to move once more, itching herself to one side of the bed, her legs move but her arms stood lock, again she yelled. This time it echoed across the room, almost breaking the silence that was capable of driving her mad if nothing rebounded. Just her echo, just her screams, nothing reacted more to explosive lungs. She tried again, her arm flung free from the invisible locks. She sat up straight, they ached. Both arms were covered with bruises, something she was getting use to all the time. It must've happen. Nothing else would explain why she was here and not in New Zealand. Again she hear the thump, it just significant told her she wasn't alone. Sitting at the edge of her bed now, Maddiie could see through the curtains, it wasn't much. Staring out, making sense to what's going on, fog city made it impossible to see. The world had been painted white and everything around her seem silence, except her movement she never felt to live at deft ear. Nothing made sense right now.. she had the voice in the back of her head to keep her sane at least, but what about Sirius? What happen to him? She hope, if she had turn last night he hadn't been there to witness, that thought made her worried just as it came into mind. If Sirius knew about her being a werewolf, he wouldn't feel the same way anymore. He would look at her different and just like that she would never be able to harvest the feelings he had for her before she could grasp them. They would be gone and lost just like the fog, nothing ever will seem clear to her anymore. For a momentum she sat in silent, till a voice told her to get up and look, what other option could she go with but follow to what the said voice demanded her too do. Standing up wearily, she stood from the bed, the door half way across the room did feel like it was miles away.
Scowling silently again, Maddiie coach herself to get a grip. What's left of her sanity depended on it and if she wanted to find the source of that thump she had to get out of her old room now. Moving slow she headed forward towards the redwood door, thump, there it is again. She had to move a lot fast and she did by her second step. Reaching the hardwood surface, Maddiie wave the door open, the corridors seem emptied. Was she really alone? She could not figure that out entirely, so far it seems so. She move with cautious steps, rounding a corner, she saw nothing. Bleek, emptied. No one home she kept guessing, till she reach the steps and heard voice. In a cold state, she stop to move. Standing there, on the top of the stairs, she listen to the voice more careful now. Whoever it was didn't sound dangerous, still she felt afraid, she had to prepare herself. However it felt impossible, her entire body stayed force to where she was standing, it was her way of listening and not being caught.
She reside on those very steps for a long time. If she could count in her head without feeling anxiety crawling over her shoulders she would've lost count already due to her racing heart. The smell of dust grew heavy again, the house unkempt had dust filtering the air and if you look right by the corner of each wall, cobwebs hung just like Halloween decoration. Only it wasn't decorations, it was all real. Her old home had been decrease into old memories, nothing felt warm or homely about the house. A distinctive feeling washing over Maddiie kept her still longer, she wanted to get out of
Here, the first time she could actually think straight happen about this time. Apparating would get me out of here faster, if I apparate I can leave. Curiosity took a toll over again, and the thump happen once more. Going down the rigged steps, they creak within the weight of her feet. She stop, she went down again this time a little slower till she reach the bottom steps...She reach for her wand, to find it was missing, if she went unprotected she would lose but she had to know. Maddiie had to know who was in her families old home, reaching the entrance of the kitchen a figure stood right just meters away, whoever it was didn't seem recognizable from behind. She took her chance, verbal spells would work without a wand. She had to try and see what happens next.
- Out of Character:
- Again Its sort of rubbish but my friend says I should learn how to write a lot and fix my writing more You don't have to match my word count! Again not a good start