- Messages
- 11,820
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight
- Wand
- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4" Essence Of Hair From The Mane Of A Unicorn
- Age
- 48
Violet couldn't live like this forever.
Her anger, her frustration, that wasn't going to go away. But she couldn't live in the shadow of it for the rest of her life. She had to try and be constructive with it. She didn't think she was going to stop being bitter and jaded, at least, but she had to hold her head high and try and move forward or else die alone, unloved, in obscurity.
She needed to do something, at least a token sort of gesture to prove to herself that she wanted to stop wallowing in self pity and self loathing. She'd cut back on drinking, maybe. Only buy a tub of ice-cream from Florean Fortescue's once a week, instead of once every 2 days. Apply for a new job. Give her proteges something to be proud of in the way she was proud of them. Like James, soothing his anger and finding his own way to connect to country while also helping out younger magical kids at Moi-Yo's. Cecilia, deciding firmly that she was happy living in a muggle society and teaching maths. Aine, who...well, she'd get there in time. But what did she have to show for herself? A room full of relics and she was the centrepiece.
At least an antique could be spruced up, she thought to herself, booking an appointment to get a tattoo. If she was going to cast aside the Violet who had spent the past 30 years in abject misery then the least she could do was give her a proper send-off. A funeral of sorts, with a flower on her shoulder to mark as a grave. A spider lily, to be precise. She'd never actually gotten a tattoo before, having been far too shy and scared as a teen to do such a thing and not having the motivation as an adult. But since she was approaching her 48th birthday, all she could think was well, why the hell not?
She stepped into Keystone Ink, looking around the place with a nervous smile. Maybe I should get a piercing too, she thought, amused at the idea. "Afternoon," she started, cheerfully, hiding the mild anxiety that bubbled up.
Her anger, her frustration, that wasn't going to go away. But she couldn't live in the shadow of it for the rest of her life. She had to try and be constructive with it. She didn't think she was going to stop being bitter and jaded, at least, but she had to hold her head high and try and move forward or else die alone, unloved, in obscurity.
She needed to do something, at least a token sort of gesture to prove to herself that she wanted to stop wallowing in self pity and self loathing. She'd cut back on drinking, maybe. Only buy a tub of ice-cream from Florean Fortescue's once a week, instead of once every 2 days. Apply for a new job. Give her proteges something to be proud of in the way she was proud of them. Like James, soothing his anger and finding his own way to connect to country while also helping out younger magical kids at Moi-Yo's. Cecilia, deciding firmly that she was happy living in a muggle society and teaching maths. Aine, who...well, she'd get there in time. But what did she have to show for herself? A room full of relics and she was the centrepiece.
At least an antique could be spruced up, she thought to herself, booking an appointment to get a tattoo. If she was going to cast aside the Violet who had spent the past 30 years in abject misery then the least she could do was give her a proper send-off. A funeral of sorts, with a flower on her shoulder to mark as a grave. A spider lily, to be precise. She'd never actually gotten a tattoo before, having been far too shy and scared as a teen to do such a thing and not having the motivation as an adult. But since she was approaching her 48th birthday, all she could think was well, why the hell not?
She stepped into Keystone Ink, looking around the place with a nervous smile. Maybe I should get a piercing too, she thought, amused at the idea. "Afternoon," she started, cheerfully, hiding the mild anxiety that bubbled up.