- Messages
- 3,744
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
- Age
- 5/2015
Sara was elated. She was finished. Three years of training were now complete. She was an auror. If felt simply wonderful. She'd just apparated from her parents' house, where they'd had a celebratory dinner. They didn't fully understand what her job entailed, nor did she want them to; it would frighten them. Still, they'd been proud, and it had been wonderful to see them. The village was dark now, and she smiled to herself. She'd always been afraid of the dark when she was younger, running through the darker parts of the manor at night time, and avoiding looking out windows into the night. Now though, she'd come to like it. She was always fine when there were other people around, and right now; nothing could bring her down. She was going to let herself into her flat, but the sky looked so bright. She could see Orion's belt, and the dog star; Sirius. She wandered across the street which was silent and empty at this time of night. Allowing her mind to wander she thought over the past few years. She'd accomplished her goal, she was an auror. That had been the goal. The only question now was what her next goal should be. Yes, she'd enjoyed the work, and learning had always been a joy for her; the auror training had made her miss her school-days less. Now though, it was time to be a grown-up. Where to start?
She sang a song under her breathe, nonsensical and lyric-less. What did she want from her life? She wanted to have a successful career, which was on track. She wanted to get married, have kids. Well, that hadn't happened, but she was only twenty-two. She had plenty of time. Though, she'd never really had a proper relationship. She had a low tolerance for people who bored her, and dating seemed like something that would include a lot of boring people. In a way she envied her sister's finding her one true love at such a young age. Sara wasn't like that though; she always imagined there was bigger and better out there.
She reached the beach, and sat down in the powdery-white sand. The tide was in, and the water was lapping against the shore about a metre in front of her. She loved the ocean, always had; something she'd inherited from her Mother. It made her feel free. A life by the ocean suited Sara. She enjoyed being able to swim in the mornings, and loved the sound of people enjoying the sea during the Summer months. Slowly, she pulled off her boots and socks, carefully folding them inside each other. She rose and walked into the water, letting the waves tickle her toes. She smiled, enjoying the cold sensation, her face upturned to look at the moon. It was so quiet and peaceful. It felt as though anything was possible. It was. She was an auror. She'd made it, despite her difficulties. She'd overcome them all. It was a wonderful feeling. Wonderful to feel good about herself, wonderful to be alive and out in the world. This was one of her highs. Sara's life was a series of highs and lows. Her family; except her mother, who knew her best; had worried about this. They thought it was odd that she could go from the depths of despair to the top of the world in a matter of days. It wasn't odd; it was just her nature. The highs were only worth it if there were lows. And her lows were rarely too low, they mainly consisted of boredom, and frustration. She liked to be stimulated and inspired. Nights like this; they inspired her. She began to sing again, swirling her feet around in the water, and allowing her mind to grow quiet as she simply enjoyed the sky and the feeling of the water between her toes.
She sang a song under her breathe, nonsensical and lyric-less. What did she want from her life? She wanted to have a successful career, which was on track. She wanted to get married, have kids. Well, that hadn't happened, but she was only twenty-two. She had plenty of time. Though, she'd never really had a proper relationship. She had a low tolerance for people who bored her, and dating seemed like something that would include a lot of boring people. In a way she envied her sister's finding her one true love at such a young age. Sara wasn't like that though; she always imagined there was bigger and better out there.
She reached the beach, and sat down in the powdery-white sand. The tide was in, and the water was lapping against the shore about a metre in front of her. She loved the ocean, always had; something she'd inherited from her Mother. It made her feel free. A life by the ocean suited Sara. She enjoyed being able to swim in the mornings, and loved the sound of people enjoying the sea during the Summer months. Slowly, she pulled off her boots and socks, carefully folding them inside each other. She rose and walked into the water, letting the waves tickle her toes. She smiled, enjoying the cold sensation, her face upturned to look at the moon. It was so quiet and peaceful. It felt as though anything was possible. It was. She was an auror. She'd made it, despite her difficulties. She'd overcome them all. It was a wonderful feeling. Wonderful to feel good about herself, wonderful to be alive and out in the world. This was one of her highs. Sara's life was a series of highs and lows. Her family; except her mother, who knew her best; had worried about this. They thought it was odd that she could go from the depths of despair to the top of the world in a matter of days. It wasn't odd; it was just her nature. The highs were only worth it if there were lows. And her lows were rarely too low, they mainly consisted of boredom, and frustration. She liked to be stimulated and inspired. Nights like this; they inspired her. She began to sing again, swirling her feet around in the water, and allowing her mind to grow quiet as she simply enjoyed the sky and the feeling of the water between her toes.