- Messages
- 11
- Age
- 11/2032
Remember Rosalind Winterman was on a mission. It wasn't one of the exciting sorts of missions she'd always dreamed about, like slaying dragons in Europe or visiting the very hometown of Merlin himself, but at nine years old her guardian deemed these whimsical fantasies, and would not let her go no matter how desperately she pleaded. Living in an orphanage could really suck sometimes.
But the situation offered its upsides as well: she was never short of children to play with, even if most were much younger or older than herself; she lived in a gigantic house, even though the greater portion of it was divided into bedrooms and appropriated to the children; and... no, that was it. She couldn't think of any more reasons it was fun to be an orphan, and she'd been stretching her mind to come up with the gigantic house thing. What she wanted more than anything in the world was a pair of loving parents. She dreamt that one day they might show up on the doorstep to whisk her away, but so far nothing of the sort had occurred. A lady had fostered one of the younger children two years ago, but otherwise the absence of any visitors was a daily reminder to Remember of how unwanted she was.
The mission at hand was boring and unworthy of note. The Honeydukes queue was short, it being mid-term, and despite it being a Saturday she needed only wait a minute to be served. She approached the counter and rolled up onto the balls of her feet. She wore a red woollen cardigan, white blouse, jeans, and shiny black shoes which had been polished to within inches of their lives. "Hmm," she said, contemplating the vast choices of sweets, stacked up to the ceiling in jars and boxes and baskets. "I'll have... a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, a small scoop of assorted lollies, a medium scoop of liquorice laces, a large scoop of chocolate mice, a pack of acid drops, three cauldron cakes, a pack of sugar quills, and ten... no, eleven chocolate frogs." That accounted for every last galleon in this month's allowance, but it was totally worth it.
But the situation offered its upsides as well: she was never short of children to play with, even if most were much younger or older than herself; she lived in a gigantic house, even though the greater portion of it was divided into bedrooms and appropriated to the children; and... no, that was it. She couldn't think of any more reasons it was fun to be an orphan, and she'd been stretching her mind to come up with the gigantic house thing. What she wanted more than anything in the world was a pair of loving parents. She dreamt that one day they might show up on the doorstep to whisk her away, but so far nothing of the sort had occurred. A lady had fostered one of the younger children two years ago, but otherwise the absence of any visitors was a daily reminder to Remember of how unwanted she was.
The mission at hand was boring and unworthy of note. The Honeydukes queue was short, it being mid-term, and despite it being a Saturday she needed only wait a minute to be served. She approached the counter and rolled up onto the balls of her feet. She wore a red woollen cardigan, white blouse, jeans, and shiny black shoes which had been polished to within inches of their lives. "Hmm," she said, contemplating the vast choices of sweets, stacked up to the ceiling in jars and boxes and baskets. "I'll have... a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, a small scoop of assorted lollies, a medium scoop of liquorice laces, a large scoop of chocolate mice, a pack of acid drops, three cauldron cakes, a pack of sugar quills, and ten... no, eleven chocolate frogs." That accounted for every last galleon in this month's allowance, but it was totally worth it.