- Messages
- 7,537
- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
Larissa had not recieved her letter at breakfast but during a brief visit to the Owlery.
A beautiful snowy white owl, swooped through the window and perched on a high up shelf.
"Hello," Larissa said to the owl whos leg had something tied to it, "You look like Mum's owl."
The owl hooted and blinked.
Larissa reached up towards the shelf and gently lifted the owl down.
The owl peered into her eyes curiously before sticking out its leg for her to untie the letter.
The moment Larissa had taken the letter from the owl, it stretched its beautiful white wings and flew back through the window.
Larissa un-rolled the parchment and stared at the letter for a moment;
Larissa blinked at the letter, a tear ran down her cheek and blotched the paper.
She had always hated her mum being so formal about everything.
So her father was dead and her brother was a killer.
Larissa stopped crying for a moment as she thought of something her father had once said; "One day, one of you kids is going to kill me."
She remembered the way he had smiled about it and said he would prefer to die at the hand of his offspring than a Death Eater.
But soon the tears were marbles rolling down Larissa's pale cheeks.
A beautiful snowy white owl, swooped through the window and perched on a high up shelf.
"Hello," Larissa said to the owl whos leg had something tied to it, "You look like Mum's owl."
The owl hooted and blinked.
Larissa reached up towards the shelf and gently lifted the owl down.
The owl peered into her eyes curiously before sticking out its leg for her to untie the letter.
The moment Larissa had taken the letter from the owl, it stretched its beautiful white wings and flew back through the window.
Larissa un-rolled the parchment and stared at the letter for a moment;
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Larissa blinked at the letter, a tear ran down her cheek and blotched the paper.
She had always hated her mum being so formal about everything.
So her father was dead and her brother was a killer.
Larissa stopped crying for a moment as she thought of something her father had once said; "One day, one of you kids is going to kill me."
She remembered the way he had smiled about it and said he would prefer to die at the hand of his offspring than a Death Eater.
But soon the tears were marbles rolling down Larissa's pale cheeks.