Sally-Anne Perks (sallycanwait) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-06 07:17:00 |
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Who: Sally-Anne Perks
What: Moving into her new flat
Where: London
When: January 5, 1999, right after work.
Rating: S for Sad?
Moving into her new flat had not been terribly complicated. This was due largely to the fact that Mrs. Perks had not allowed Sally to take any of the furniture with her – not even the bedroom set she had had her entire life. In the end, Sally ended up taking roughly the same amount of items she fit into her trunk every year to go to school. Her clothes, some books, photos and other trinkets she had acquired over the years. It had taken her only a day or so to pack everything up and even less time to transport the trunk and herself to London. She was at least comforted by the fact that she was moving into a Wizarding neighborhood and wouldn’t have to sink so low as to physically drag the trunk up the stairs to her flat. Thank Merlin for the ability to levitate.
She had only been on the landing a few minutes, long enough to change the password to her flat (the landlord had given her a key but said most residents preferred to charm the lock) but short enough to avoid running into any forewarned about neighbors. Inside, the flat was bare, beige walls and brown carpeting. Not a single piece of furniture or décor. Just various shades of dirt colors.
Sally wanted more than anything to be filled with a tremendous sense of achievement. To be overwhelmed with the taste of freedom, to be fueled by the courage it took to be independent. And yet with her only belongings she had tucked away in the trunk she was now sitting on and little money to spare, all Sally could do was look around the empty flat with disgust and frustration. For several minutes she managed to retain her façade, the haughtiness that she had a tendency to display when the situation did not meet her high expectations. But as the sun began to sink behind the surrounding buildings and Sally realized she didn’t even have a candle to light her rapidly darkening flat, the wall holding back her true emotions came tumbling down.
With her elbows propped on her knees and her hands cradling her heavy head, Sally was surprised at how quickly the tears sprung to her eyes. And for once she didn’t even try to stop them or the sobs that caught in the back of her throat. This wasn’t what she had wanted. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Why didn’t she just keep her mouth shut and agree to follow her mother’s rules for awhile until she could have saved up more money? Why did she have to be so angry, so proud? After years of being the obedient daughter, why now had she had enough?
Her time at Hogwarts allowed her a certain independence that she hadn’t expected to lose when she moved back home. The last several months had been grating on Sally and that last conversation was simply the breaking point. For years it had always been - Sally can wait; she can play by the rules until she can get what she wants. But to be honest, Sally had been tired of waiting. All her life, biding her time, waiting to be an adult, to be old enough to be taken seriously. Now that time was here.