Post by kyla on Nov 15, 2012 4:26:58 GMT -5
Keela Rose Summerby
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Keela had been a bit surprised to receive a gift this early in the school year. The package had come at breakfast, and both she and Cern had eyed it oddly. She had peeked inside, noting the smooth leather of what appeared to be a book cover, she re-wrapped the parcel, and placed it in her bag. It wasn't until she'd returned to her dorm for the night that she dared reexamine the leather-bound book. Settling into bed, she let the wrapping fall away to reveal: not a book, but a journal. On the first page, she recognized her mother's neat script.
It might seem odd to be giving you a journal this late in the game, but I remember the difficulties from my own seventh year, and how desperately I needed a place to organize my private thoughts. Though you aren't engaged (you'd better not be!) And there certainly isn't a war on, navigating this last year can be a bit tricky, and I wanted you to have a place of your own to process it all as it comes.
All my love,
Mum
All my love,
Mum
Keela ran her fingers across the next page in a manner bordering on reverence. It was just like her mother to do something like this, and she wondered if her parents had discussed their own final year at Hogwarts before sending it along. Taking a quill from her bedside table, she dipped it in the inkpot and began writing eagerly.
Today was fairly normal as days in a magical semi-sentient castle go. Quidditch will be starting next month, and I'll have to start scheduling practices soon. The Tri-Wizard tournament has everyone taking sides (and bets) on who the Champion will be. It isn't even December yet, and already everyone I know is in a panic trying to find a date for the Yule Ball. Vin hasn't mentioned it yet, but neither has anyone else, so I suppose I'll just go stag like I usually do to these sorts of things like I normally do. Its sort of liberating actually, being able to do what I please. Okay, so I'd really rather go with Vin, but that isn't exactly something I can tell anyone.
The truth is, he's becoming far more important to me than I'd like him to be, and I'm still not sure how he feels about me. Maybe I'm normal after all. I hear the rumors going around the dorm when people think I'm not listening. When they aren't gossiping about Lilli's disappearance from her dorm, they're gossiping about how long it will take me to disappear from mine into the arms of the Slytherin quidditch Captain. The team already harasses me about sleeping with the enemy, sometimes I think it can't possible be worth all this trouble, but then...
But then I'll see him across the hall, or meet him in the library and it doesn't matter anymore that everyone thinks we're meeting up in broom closets or the locker room. All that matters is that he's smiling at me and I suddenly feel like I'd be ten feet off the ground if such a thing were spontaneously possible. Cern still isn't particularly okay with the whole idea, but he's been too busy with Lilli to notice anything as of late. I have plans to go shopping with her this weekend for Yule dresses, I'm a bit nervous, more about whether I'll like her than whether she'll like me. I don't like fighting with Cern, and I'm not sure I'll be able to keep quiet if I get a bad feeling about his girl.
Mum must suspect something's going on, because every time a letter came this past summer, she'd share a look with dad and the two of them would smile as if they were remembering something. I ran out of film again, and I've had to resort to using the cheap stuff they sell in the tourist shops in Hogsmeade. I keep forgetting to ask mum and dad to send me more...
Here, Beethoven bumped her hand in a plea for attention, spattering ink. Giving her familiar a sharp look, she moved to the next line, all the while scratching the cat behind the ears distractedly.
What I really need is a good long early morning chat with Cern, but he's a late riser these days. Not to mention he'd probably go bloody insane if I mentioned any of this to him. Ah well, all's well that ends well I guess. I just hope it does actually end well.
K.R.S.
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