- 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
For the past few years, Maddiie had kept a secret nobody knew about. It wasn't much of a secret but she never told anyone about it, for no particular reason. The journal she had purchase way back when she first started Hogwarts was actually a book she was writing. It was sort of base on a girl who had the same sickness as Maddiie, but a muggel girl who was struggling with it. She made it this way because she always wanted to know what if the said curse she had was actually a sickness. It was complicated if you read the passage of chapters, but than again she wasn't finish editing completely, or finish with the book itself. Her deadline would of been the end of her 7th year of Hogwarts but it didn't seem that would be the case, so hard to write a book she sighs.
Since the weekdays were her busiest time of days, she hardly wrote in her book. The only time she really had was Sundays, which worked out in a way, and since everyone went out on the weekends. The great hall was emptied, except for a few students who were having their lunch unlike Maddiie who had a half eaten sandwich at her side, with a cup of fruit punch at the left of her plate. And right smacked in front of her was her book, Maddiie writing scurried away.
She was up to her eight chapter, the main character of her book, as she stated again was a muggel. She had no clue their was such a thing as a wizaring world, didn't even know that world exist, a girl at mere age of 14 who was struggling with this mysterious sickness. Her mother, a single mother of three had kept her daughter locked away, whenever the sickness occurred. It was brutal for the girl struggling with this unknown famine, never knowing if there ever was a cure for this. This had kept her away from making friends, but she had found comfort in a girl, but this girl was not from the human world. Well she look like a human, it was getting harder to explain. Maddiie sat holding side of her face, see it didn't much make sense, which why she was sitting in the great hall. Were she felt comfortable writing her book but she was stuck. Sighs, I hate this part she thought to herself.
How could she finish a story when she too was struggling with this curse of a sickness, and didn't know if there was a cure for it. The last person who was helping her with this, was a nurse, actually yes was is the correct word for it. He had passed away, and Maddiie still wasn't sure what had happen. She wasn't sure if she should just continue to think outside of the book, and cure the girl sickness. Or just kill her slowly at the end, greatful that she met this girl in her short life. Even though her mother had told her several times their no such thing as a world on the other side of the mirror. Maddiie sighed again, "I wish he was here." she say biting the end of her fingers looking around, for a mere second only to look back down. "At least he would understand" she say referring to Patrick O'Brien.
Since the weekdays were her busiest time of days, she hardly wrote in her book. The only time she really had was Sundays, which worked out in a way, and since everyone went out on the weekends. The great hall was emptied, except for a few students who were having their lunch unlike Maddiie who had a half eaten sandwich at her side, with a cup of fruit punch at the left of her plate. And right smacked in front of her was her book, Maddiie writing scurried away.
She was up to her eight chapter, the main character of her book, as she stated again was a muggel. She had no clue their was such a thing as a wizaring world, didn't even know that world exist, a girl at mere age of 14 who was struggling with this mysterious sickness. Her mother, a single mother of three had kept her daughter locked away, whenever the sickness occurred. It was brutal for the girl struggling with this unknown famine, never knowing if there ever was a cure for this. This had kept her away from making friends, but she had found comfort in a girl, but this girl was not from the human world. Well she look like a human, it was getting harder to explain. Maddiie sat holding side of her face, see it didn't much make sense, which why she was sitting in the great hall. Were she felt comfortable writing her book but she was stuck. Sighs, I hate this part she thought to herself.
How could she finish a story when she too was struggling with this curse of a sickness, and didn't know if there was a cure for it. The last person who was helping her with this, was a nurse, actually yes was is the correct word for it. He had passed away, and Maddiie still wasn't sure what had happen. She wasn't sure if she should just continue to think outside of the book, and cure the girl sickness. Or just kill her slowly at the end, greatful that she met this girl in her short life. Even though her mother had told her several times their no such thing as a world on the other side of the mirror. Maddiie sighed again, "I wish he was here." she say biting the end of her fingers looking around, for a mere second only to look back down. "At least he would understand" she say referring to Patrick O'Brien.