- Messages
- 652
- Wand
- Curved 10 1/2 Inch Rigid Sycamore Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 4/2024
Before going home, Maya had high hopes for Christmas. Regardless as to whether or not her step-monster was going to be there, Maya had told herself repeatedly that she was going to have a good time and she was going to be with her brothers and she was going to tell Ethen all about magic and what he would see when he got to attend magic school and all the wonderful things that had been in her life since first setting foot inside the beautiful castle she had grown to think of as her second home. Of course her seven year old brother would not be attending until she had graduated, but that was okay, there were a couple of younger students that she knew and had asked if they would look after her brother in his first year in her place. Emily had agreed to it, though Ravynn was a little bit reluctant. She didn't mind so much though, she had just been excited to be able to teach her brother all these things and that he would be able to appreciate it all with her. She'd had such plans. She was going to show him all of her school books and her wand and her robes and everything she thought he would want to see. It was going to be the best christmas ever and she was going to return to school and be all ready to begin her classes again. Refreshed and happy and in a glorious mood.
Her arrival at her home had dashed those hopes as soon as she'd walked into the house. Melinda was curled up on the lounge, her phone in her hand. Tears stained her eyes and she was speaking quickly to the person on the other end. Her brothers were no where in sight and her father had not come to pick her up at the airport like she had thought. Instead she had been picked up via taxi and brought back home to be greeted by the one person in the world she had not wanted to see. This was all completely ridiculous. Maya rolled her eyes and dropped her bags by the door. She yelled at Melinda and demanded to see her father and her brothers. She was home from school now, she didn't want to see her stepmother. It was then that the asian woman had held the phone out to Maya, making her pause. She blinked rapidly and stepped forward to retrieve the phone. The voice on the other end was her father and she was about to greet him in anger, asking where he was when his words silenced her. Ethen had collapsed and was taken to hospital. They didn't think he was going to last the night.
Thankfully he had survived, but he was still very ill and no-one was sure what the problem was. The beautiful christmas that Maya had imagined, turned into a very quiet dinner, absent her father. She visited Ethen in hospital everyday that she was able to and even stayed when her father could not. Maya's house was only a half an hour away from the hospital if she walked, but she usually rode her bike. She never missed a day. Ethen was usually asleep when she visited, but she didn't care, intrinsically she knew that he could feel her there, she usually left him little gifts so that he would know. On the rare occasions that he was awake she told him stories about Hogwarts. Most people thought she was just making them up, telling her brother stories to cheer him, but he knew better. They shared knowing smiles when she told him about hippogriffs and pixies, giant squids and mermaids. He knew they were real and that was all that mattered to Maya. This was a routine that she kept for much of her time at home. In the end she barely saw Melinda. She was happy about that, she had been dreading seeing her all day, everyday, but not at the expense of her brother.
The whole time that Maya was at home, no one saw her cry. She was amazed at herself really, she expected to break down at the breakfast table, or whilst walking Daniel to school, but no, she'd kept it confined to her time in the shower, or late at night when everyone was asleep. One time she'd almost been caught by Melinda, but as soon as she'd seen the lights flicker in the hall she'd immediately covered her head with blankets and cried silently into her pillows. Melinda would have been the worst person to find her. Maya was bad enough to her in a good mood, she dreaded to think what she might've said to the woman in her lowest moods. At school though, she needn't worry about her father, or her brothers finding her. She needed to be strong for them, like she was with her mother. She couldn't let her father see her cry. He was highly strung enough without Maya adding to his stress and so as Maya walked along the second floor corridors, she finally let go of the tears she had been holding. Not wanting anyone to see her she rushed into the first room she saw and slammed the door behind her, sliding down it to sit on the floor as she screamed in pain and frustration. Tears streamed down her face and she brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face there. Her brother was sick, he was all alone now and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Her arrival at her home had dashed those hopes as soon as she'd walked into the house. Melinda was curled up on the lounge, her phone in her hand. Tears stained her eyes and she was speaking quickly to the person on the other end. Her brothers were no where in sight and her father had not come to pick her up at the airport like she had thought. Instead she had been picked up via taxi and brought back home to be greeted by the one person in the world she had not wanted to see. This was all completely ridiculous. Maya rolled her eyes and dropped her bags by the door. She yelled at Melinda and demanded to see her father and her brothers. She was home from school now, she didn't want to see her stepmother. It was then that the asian woman had held the phone out to Maya, making her pause. She blinked rapidly and stepped forward to retrieve the phone. The voice on the other end was her father and she was about to greet him in anger, asking where he was when his words silenced her. Ethen had collapsed and was taken to hospital. They didn't think he was going to last the night.
Thankfully he had survived, but he was still very ill and no-one was sure what the problem was. The beautiful christmas that Maya had imagined, turned into a very quiet dinner, absent her father. She visited Ethen in hospital everyday that she was able to and even stayed when her father could not. Maya's house was only a half an hour away from the hospital if she walked, but she usually rode her bike. She never missed a day. Ethen was usually asleep when she visited, but she didn't care, intrinsically she knew that he could feel her there, she usually left him little gifts so that he would know. On the rare occasions that he was awake she told him stories about Hogwarts. Most people thought she was just making them up, telling her brother stories to cheer him, but he knew better. They shared knowing smiles when she told him about hippogriffs and pixies, giant squids and mermaids. He knew they were real and that was all that mattered to Maya. This was a routine that she kept for much of her time at home. In the end she barely saw Melinda. She was happy about that, she had been dreading seeing her all day, everyday, but not at the expense of her brother.
The whole time that Maya was at home, no one saw her cry. She was amazed at herself really, she expected to break down at the breakfast table, or whilst walking Daniel to school, but no, she'd kept it confined to her time in the shower, or late at night when everyone was asleep. One time she'd almost been caught by Melinda, but as soon as she'd seen the lights flicker in the hall she'd immediately covered her head with blankets and cried silently into her pillows. Melinda would have been the worst person to find her. Maya was bad enough to her in a good mood, she dreaded to think what she might've said to the woman in her lowest moods. At school though, she needn't worry about her father, or her brothers finding her. She needed to be strong for them, like she was with her mother. She couldn't let her father see her cry. He was highly strung enough without Maya adding to his stress and so as Maya walked along the second floor corridors, she finally let go of the tears she had been holding. Not wanting anyone to see her she rushed into the first room she saw and slammed the door behind her, sliding down it to sit on the floor as she screamed in pain and frustration. Tears streamed down her face and she brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face there. Her brother was sick, he was all alone now and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.