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The second semester was in full swing and this young girl was more nervous than she was when the year started. As each day passed, each hour, each minute, each second, she was getting close to the summer break. The time when she would have to go home. Or at least what the state considered her home. Really in the brown eyes of the young Makenna Morgan it was but a house, a house that could be worse than anything in the whole world. "I do anything to stay away from that home" Makenna muttered to herself as she her thin legs dragged her up to the owlery. Why would she go up to the Owlery. This young Slytherin had no one to write to nor anyone to recieve letters from.
She would rather die than write to either her father or grandfather. Her mother was no where to be found, never even attempted to contact Makenna after the abandonment so the women that brought life to the darkly dressed girl would not be sending a letter to this young witch any time soon. That left no one. No one would send her letters and no one to send letters to.
Seeing that this was the case it was a mystery as to why, the oversized combat boots were hiting the ground taking each step up the stairs one by one until the owlery was ahead of Makenna. The owls flew about almost if they were excited to see the company of someone. No one seemed to be up in this place at this moment. Curiously the young Slytherin wondered if many to anyone ever came up here. Everyone probably already has an owl. There parents probably gave them money to purchase one The voice inside her mind told her. That small part of her that wanted a happy family craving for some one to buy her objects. Not because this young girl cared about material things. No it was more that she just wanted someone to care enough to want to get her something.
Sitting down on the floor and pulling her knees inward. Her thin arms crossed over her knees holding them in tight. This head of the young Slytherin bent down and her dark eyes closed. The happy thoughts reminding her that the year was not yet over and that there would be plenty of years to come after this was completely drowned out by thoughts that that this young child didn't want to even think about nor remember.
She would rather die than write to either her father or grandfather. Her mother was no where to be found, never even attempted to contact Makenna after the abandonment so the women that brought life to the darkly dressed girl would not be sending a letter to this young witch any time soon. That left no one. No one would send her letters and no one to send letters to.
Seeing that this was the case it was a mystery as to why, the oversized combat boots were hiting the ground taking each step up the stairs one by one until the owlery was ahead of Makenna. The owls flew about almost if they were excited to see the company of someone. No one seemed to be up in this place at this moment. Curiously the young Slytherin wondered if many to anyone ever came up here. Everyone probably already has an owl. There parents probably gave them money to purchase one The voice inside her mind told her. That small part of her that wanted a happy family craving for some one to buy her objects. Not because this young girl cared about material things. No it was more that she just wanted someone to care enough to want to get her something.
Sitting down on the floor and pulling her knees inward. Her thin arms crossed over her knees holding them in tight. This head of the young Slytherin bent down and her dark eyes closed. The happy thoughts reminding her that the year was not yet over and that there would be plenty of years to come after this was completely drowned out by thoughts that that this young child didn't want to even think about nor remember.