Post by JustAnnie on Aug 11, 2013 15:31:16 GMT -6
Please claim your character(s) and do your plotting here
BIC:
It took a moment for Parvati to realise where she was. Hogwarts, back in the dormitory. She was actually back. She stretched, the familiar feeling of relief that the curtains kept her hidden from view with the state of her hair in the morning. That feeling was quickly replaced with that sinking feeling in her gut. Who cared about bed-hair anymore. She tried to remember when was the last time she had woken up in this dormitory, tried to remember the feeling she'd had that morning, to compare the then and now. How much things had changed. But that morning she had never thought about it like that, nothing had registered as important enough to linger in her memories. She turned on her side, burying her head into the pillow, telling herself not to cry. Being at Hogwarts again brought it all back. The day before had been strange. There was a strange mood over everything, Less shouting and cheering, less shoving and pushing and loud noises. Even the first years were strangely subdued as they were sorted. Not that the previous year had been a hoot, with Snape at the helm and the Carrows. But then there had been a fighting spirit, eyes meeting in encouraging smiles. Everyone ready to do what they needed to fight back, until Harry came for them. Now Harry had been there, he came and got to be the hero they had all expected him to be. Yet Parvati's romantic view of how it would all turn out had shattered completely. Death, blood, pain, grief, destruction. That's what it was really about, that's what lingered with her. Not the heroic return of Harry Potter, the Chosen One. No, war was professor Lupin dead next to his wife. The Weasley's crying over their lost son and brother. The sight of George Weasley would haunt her forever. Ron Weasley crying on Hermione Granger's shoulder. Lavender and the state she was in. That short moment she had seen McGonagall's face falter at the sight of another dead student. Colin Creevey dead in front of her, knowing the last time she ever spoke to him she had made fun of him for something. She couldn't even remember what. Desperately running around, looking for her sister and her friends. Parvati wanted to forget it all. She had even looked up Memory Charms during the summer, hoping to find one that could erase just that day from her mind. But there was nothing safe enough to be worth the attempt, and it would feel like a betrayal to everyone and everything she was supposed to stand for as a Gryffindor. With a sigh she sat up, pulling the curtains aside and wincing as her feet hit the cold floor. She could hear movement around her, but she didn't look up to see who else was awake.
BIC:
It took a moment for Parvati to realise where she was. Hogwarts, back in the dormitory. She was actually back. She stretched, the familiar feeling of relief that the curtains kept her hidden from view with the state of her hair in the morning. That feeling was quickly replaced with that sinking feeling in her gut. Who cared about bed-hair anymore. She tried to remember when was the last time she had woken up in this dormitory, tried to remember the feeling she'd had that morning, to compare the then and now. How much things had changed. But that morning she had never thought about it like that, nothing had registered as important enough to linger in her memories. She turned on her side, burying her head into the pillow, telling herself not to cry. Being at Hogwarts again brought it all back. The day before had been strange. There was a strange mood over everything, Less shouting and cheering, less shoving and pushing and loud noises. Even the first years were strangely subdued as they were sorted. Not that the previous year had been a hoot, with Snape at the helm and the Carrows. But then there had been a fighting spirit, eyes meeting in encouraging smiles. Everyone ready to do what they needed to fight back, until Harry came for them. Now Harry had been there, he came and got to be the hero they had all expected him to be. Yet Parvati's romantic view of how it would all turn out had shattered completely. Death, blood, pain, grief, destruction. That's what it was really about, that's what lingered with her. Not the heroic return of Harry Potter, the Chosen One. No, war was professor Lupin dead next to his wife. The Weasley's crying over their lost son and brother. The sight of George Weasley would haunt her forever. Ron Weasley crying on Hermione Granger's shoulder. Lavender and the state she was in. That short moment she had seen McGonagall's face falter at the sight of another dead student. Colin Creevey dead in front of her, knowing the last time she ever spoke to him she had made fun of him for something. She couldn't even remember what. Desperately running around, looking for her sister and her friends. Parvati wanted to forget it all. She had even looked up Memory Charms during the summer, hoping to find one that could erase just that day from her mind. But there was nothing safe enough to be worth the attempt, and it would feel like a betrayal to everyone and everything she was supposed to stand for as a Gryffindor. With a sigh she sat up, pulling the curtains aside and wincing as her feet hit the cold floor. She could hear movement around her, but she didn't look up to see who else was awake.