Gryffindor
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Post by Charlotte Beaumont on Jul 5, 2016 21:57:35 GMT -5
Charlotte might have been described by her fellow classmates as “cold-hearted” or a “total ice queen” since her brother had passed away two years ago. People generally avoided her due to her lack of any expression, even though there had been a time where she was rather friendly with everyone, perhaps a little too friendly for her parents’ liking. Being the daughter of an esteemed wizarding family, she had grown up with luxuries and magic. Her mother, Arabella, spoiled her children, desiring for them to be beautiful socialite clones of herself.
The brunette picked at her toast as the post arrived. She barely lifted her gaze as the Beaumont’s Great Horned owl, Garion, swept down to her pecking her hand irritably. Charlotte gave him an affectionate pat, untying the scroll from his leg. Garion tilted his head to the side, eyeing her. Charlotte gave a slight groan, aware that the owl was under strict instructions from her parents to not return without a letter. Shoving the remainder of toast in her mouth, she stood up, swatting at him.
“Go on to the owlery and rest. I will be up later today with a letter for mother, Garion,” Charlotte said sternly. The owl gave her an annoyed hoot, but did as told and flew off to the owlery. Charlotte tucker her hair behind her right ear, shoving the scroll into her bag. Her doughy brown eyes darted around the Great Hall as she left.
Nibbling her lower lip, Charlotte decided to go read the letter out by the lake. It was a nice enough day, and it would give her space to think. She pushed open the doors, bounding down the steps. The air was brisk against her skin, but she welcomed the feeling. Her eyes darted from people lying on the grass gossiping, to two first years tossing something back and forth. Wanting to avoid people at all costs, she found a spot to sit far enough away that she could be in peace. She pulled out the scroll Garion had brought. Sighing, she unrolled the letter, and leaned against the tree, fully aware that she would be reading a stern letter from her mother about upholding the family image by being charming, social, and classy.
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Ravenclaw
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Post by Edmund Strangways on Jul 7, 2016 22:39:58 GMT -5
Edmund had received a thick envelope from his mother the day before. In the past, he had always opened letters from home as soon as he got them, not wanting to leave his parents waiting. He had always tried so hard to please his parents. But after the party in the room of requirement the night before, Edmund wasn't exactly focused on his parents. With a sigh, he had tucked the letter into his bag, resolving to read it outside where he could properly mope about its contents. It was certainly not going to be a pleasing letter - it never was.
It had been burning a hole in his pocket ever since. And when he finally lay back across the grass, finished with his homework, basking in the sunlight next to a tree, he read it. And it was much worse than he expected. In fact, he resolved to drown himself in the lake. But perhaps he would enjoy the sunlight a bit more before he did. Placing the letter over his face, he closed his eyes and willed the words on it to change. They wouldn't, and he was aware.
After about an hour of laying under his letter and hearing footsteps pass him by, he grew annoyed with the world around him. Particularly the birds in the nearby tree. They seemed to be mocking him with their songs of love and spring. He cast a silent stunning spell into the branches, causing several birds to cut their songs short and fall with a thud to the grass below. And right around an unsuspecting Gryffindor. He didn't notice. He was finally content to bask in his misery.
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Gryffindor
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Post by Charlotte Beaumont on Jul 8, 2016 9:47:19 GMT -5
Dearest Charlotte,
Your father and I have been worried at your lack of communication with us. We heard from some of the other parents that there had been a party. Please tell me you went...You know how important it is for you to maintain a good image. Your father and I have worked so hard to give you and Marquis everything in life…
The letter droned on from there. Charlotte closed her eyes tightly, not being able to read on after her mother had written of her brother, as if he were still alive. It had been barely 2 years since he had passed, and the Beaumonts either acted like he never existed or spoke of him as if he were alive and doing well, living in a mansion in a remote location. There was never any conversation of him being dead, there was never any acknowledgement that Charlotte, for lack of a better phrase, needed help. Two years later and she still was not coping well.
Of course, her lovely parents maintained their pristine image of the perfect family, expecting her to do the same. Her mother could not even begin to fathom the change in Charlotte’s social behavior. Arabella continued to question and push her daughter, “Oh, Charlotte, you use to be so popular” or “Charlotte, why haven’t you spoken of any friends?” While Arabella undoubtedly believed to be helping her daughter cope by pushing Charlotte to uphold the Beaumont name by returning to the socialite heiress she used to be, it did nothing for Charlotte besides create a resentment that boiled inside her.
The birds that had been chirping a soothing melody around her fell silent. Charlotte’s eyes snapped open in time to see several birds fall from the tree she had been lounging under. She gasped, horrified by the site, wondering what had happened. She jumped up, looking around before locking eyes on a 6th year Ravenclaw. She narrowed her eyes, about to open her mouth before snapping it shut. Charlotte had truly only wanted to be alone, and she could not see the point of starting a conversation with a boy that had just ruined her peace. Charlotte grabbed her bag to go find another spot, before turning back to the boy, who clearly was having about a good a day as she was. She tilted her head to the side, mustering up the last ounce of courage she had. Oh, no, what is his named again? Charlotte thought, Edward? No that can’t be right….something like that.
Charlotte sucked in, her voice coming off far more shakily than she had intended, “H-hi, since you ended the lovely song I was listening to, and clearly seem to be in a sour mood, I thought it might be nice of me to check.” She knew she was turning red with anxiety and silently scolded herself for saying anything at all.
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