The Holidays' Disgusting Child

Hezekiah Mowry

werewolf | grandpappy | scar face
 
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OOC First Name
Lovi
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
fluid
Wand
11 1/2 Inch Knotted Oak Wand with Raven Feather Core, Swishy
Age
8/2009
set during the beginning Y26 Holiday break

Hezekiah could not even bare to look at his daughter once he picked her up from the train station. It was only her first year, and she was causing trouble and disrespecting professors left and right. Apparently, he had not been strict enough with his child. He prayed this was not because she did not grow up with a mother in her life. Even if that was the reason, there was no excuse for the type of behavior Rama was displaying. As punishment for her horrible behavior, he removed all of the furniture from her room. She was going to sleep on the cold wooden floors if she was going to continue with such a vile personality. He knew his daughter loved meat. Hezekiah himself was a pescatarian, so he only ate fish. However, since Rama loved her meat, she was restricted to rice and vegetables. His daughter was not going to be pleased once she entered her room and found nothing there. He opened the door to their home and let his daughter walk in first.
 
Rama knew there was a fire brewing within her father. He was not acting like himself, and the full moon had already passed. The girl thought that he would not be mad at her for getting in fights and trouble with professors anymore. The confidence she strutted around with in school left her in vain in the presence of her father. He was not one to yell and scream to get his point across. He was more like a woman when it came to discipline. He was calm, collected, but still very intimidating. She knew from how her grandmother and aunt discipline Helen. Helen told her that it was like mental torture to spoiled girls like them. The girl quickly dragged her suitcases to her room, and she nearly passed out when she opened the door. "Appa...." was the only word she could utter from her mouth. The color was gone. Her drawers were gone. Her closet was covered in wooden x's to keep her from getting in to it. She had no bed, books, or blankets. What was this? A nightmare? It had to be one because Rama knew her father, and he was never one to joke.
 
Hezekiah never felt bad when it came to Rama's discipline. He loved his daughter dearly, and he did everything in his power to give her all she needed to grow up healthy. However, there had clearly been error in his ways. With the wave of a finger, the door shut. He watched as his daughter opened the door to her room and froze. She called out to him in disbelief, and Hezekiah could only bring himself to roll his eyes. The werewolf proceeded to walk towards his daughter. He stood next to the small girl in the doorway. "Every day until you have to go back to school, I want apology letters written to your Head of House and Professor Pendleton. If I am not pleased with the letters you write, you will not be pleased with your stay at your grandparents, and you know they are worse than me." he told her softly before walking to the kitchen. It took a lot of energy to stay angry at the child you raised. But, it was famishing when your child had no brain or sense as a Ravenclaw.
 

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