Sally-Anne Perks (sallycanwait) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-27 18:12:00 |
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Who: Sally-Anne Perks
What: Visiting someone important
Where: Blackstone Cemetery
When: December 25, 1998 (Backdated)
Rating: Low
If anyone else had taken the time to visit Mr. Perks' grave this Christmas, Sally-Anne had no knowledge of it. There was a lull in the excitement, the time after Christmas present had been opened but before the cooking began for dinner. Sally had bundled herself up against the wintry weather, complete with scarf, hat and gloves. The evening before, on her way home from work she had stopped by the local florist to pick up a wreath and purchased a large box of toffees from Fiona's. They had been her father's favourite and he had always received a box on Christmas each year for as long as she remembered. This had been the sixth Christmas since he died and Sally still missed him.
It was just after noon when Sally apparated to the lamp post on the corner of Ten Mile Road and Cemetery Lane. There was just a dusting of snow on the frozen ground as she made her way up the main pathway, through the wrought iron gates that separated the graveyard from the rest of the world. She was not the only one in the cemetery today, as she scanned her eyes across the stones Sally saw a few other witches and wizards taking a moment to visit deceased loved ones.
Sally tightened the scarf around her neck and walked the memorized path to her family's plot. When her father's name came into view, Sally took a few minutes to clear the brush and melt the snow around the headstone with her wand. Once it was maintained to her satisfaction, she hung the wreath at the top and left the toffees at the base, below the words "beloved husband and father".
"Happy Christmas, Daddy." Sally dried out a patch of grass and knelt down on it, close enough so she felt comfortable speaking aloud. She paused for a moment, thinking of the things that had changed since her last visit in August. "Remember how I told you that the war was over?" Sally looked down at her gloved hands, folded in her lap. "I'm not sure it is. Even though You-Know-Who is gone, I think people are back to killing again. Everything seemed to be getting better when I was here last. Hogwarts is getting back to normal and we have a new minister in charge of the government. But then there was a breakout at Azkaban and since then things have been getting worse." She sighed, not sure why she was saying all of this.
"Things are not much better at home. Mum is being weird. I keep seeing things popping up the house. Expensive things. I'm not sure where they came from and how she's getting the money to pay for them. Carlton's being a right arse. He had a meeting with Moldova last week and came home bragging about it. That is, of course, until I brought of the question of his IWTC credentials. He keeps making these shady deals, Daddy. And then when he makes a made investment, he takes it out on the staff. He almost didn't give out a Christmas bonus this year, but I tweaked with the budget and found a way to make it happen. I work hard, Daddy, but for every inch I move us forward, he takes us a foot backward."
Her shoulders slumped, in a way she wouldn't let most people see. "Don't even bother asking about Linus. No one's spoken to him in months. Not that I was a big fan of Linus, waste of space that he was. But for him to just disappear...to just run off and marry...her? It just doesn't make any sense. I think someone made this happen, Daddy. Someone pulling the strings, or something."
She placed a hand on the cold marble stone, her finger tips cleaning out the valleys created by the etched letters. "But don't worry about me. Despite everything, I'm doing ok. I'm just tired. And sometimes I wish I had someone I could talk to. Someone who really understood what I felt. Someone like you." Sally smiled. Her father had always been a great person to go to, when she had a challenge that she needed to work out.
Sally spend several more minutes there in silence, before she finally stood up and straightened any wrinkles from her robes. She had paused long enough. There was Christmas dinner to cook.