Keira Kendall-White
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- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2 Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 11/2015
It was on days like these that Keira came to realise just how ungrateful she was for what she had. After all, growing up with no family had not been the most pleasant of experiences and she was well aware of the less fortunate. But since moving in with her sister, Francesca, she had started to take things for granted a little. It was not uncommon for Keira to come home more than a little drunk, and for her sister to have to take care of her whilst she was under the influence. Tonight was a similar night to this. She had not had an awful lot to drink, and was still able to function without the help of others, however it was clear she was not sober. Wobbling slightly in her new black heels, she descended the steps outside her local pub. She wore a tightly fitting black dress, and her hair was loose in a messy style. Keira glanced at her watch, sighing. It was later than usual, and Francesca would probably be worried by now. Everything that Keira was wearing belonged to her sister, though not because they shared the same fashion sense; because Keira had used her sister's money to buy it. The streets were dimly lit by the warm glow of the orange street lamps, ridden with moths and other insects that were drawn to them in the night. Several girls hobbled past, their arms linked with those of their boyfriends. Gripping the black iron rail outside the building, Keira stared at her painted blue nails. She despised them. She despised everything that she had become. How could an intelligent Witch such as herself be in this awful position? She closed her eyes, breathing deeply and appearing slightly more intoxicated than she truly was. In truth, she had not had a lot to drink at all tonight. Francesca had stopped funding Keira's habits.
Minutes passed as Keira leant against the rails for support, gazing at the water in front of her. It was a strange pub, situated right next to the sea. The sound of the waves lapping against the concrete wall soothed her, a slight wind ruffling her already messy hair. She felt vulnerable, and it was a vaguely familiar feeling. When she had joined Hogwarts, she had felt exactly the same. As though someone had sapped every ounce of bravery she had from her and hidden it back home. Home was just where Keira wanted to be now, but she did not mean her flat with Francesca. She meant with her parents. She knew they didn't care about her, but surely if they had wanted Keira to know they were alive, they cared a tiny bit? Perhaps it had just been common decency. She was about to turn around and go home, but her eyes were brimming with tears and anyone walking past would have seen her. So instead she watched the waves gently rippling on the sea below, almost wishing it could swallow her up and take every trace of her with it.
Minutes passed as Keira leant against the rails for support, gazing at the water in front of her. It was a strange pub, situated right next to the sea. The sound of the waves lapping against the concrete wall soothed her, a slight wind ruffling her already messy hair. She felt vulnerable, and it was a vaguely familiar feeling. When she had joined Hogwarts, she had felt exactly the same. As though someone had sapped every ounce of bravery she had from her and hidden it back home. Home was just where Keira wanted to be now, but she did not mean her flat with Francesca. She meant with her parents. She knew they didn't care about her, but surely if they had wanted Keira to know they were alive, they cared a tiny bit? Perhaps it had just been common decency. She was about to turn around and go home, but her eyes were brimming with tears and anyone walking past would have seen her. So instead she watched the waves gently rippling on the sea below, almost wishing it could swallow her up and take every trace of her with it.