felicity fletwock is not a vulnerable girl (flissy) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-07 00:34:00 |
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Just after the announcement was made, the owls flooded the Great Hall. Some carried parcels, others only letters. But one familiar owl made it's way to Felicity. She grinned as she pulled the letter aside, giving the owl the smallest bit of bacon as a reward for coming all the way from the stables. The bird flew off, to the owlrey, she supposed, to wait for her response. Since she had been waiting so long for a letter she tore the envelope. Normally she'd wait until she was in her room to read her letter, but since she had Transfiguration just after breakfast she didn't want to wait. The letter was surprisingly short for having been so tardy. It made Felicity a little nervous, even before she read any of the words beyond My dear Flissy. Why had her mother taken so long to write? And why was her letter so short? An anxious feeling gripped her heart. Had someone died? Her breakfast lay forgotten as she gazed at the letter upside down. For a split second she looked at Bingham as he ate. She wondered if the news would affect him too. She finally turned the letter around and read it. My dear Flissy,She covered her mouth with her hand. What she'd eaten of breakfast threatened to come up. Felicity grabbed the letter and her things and rushed out of the Great Hall as everyone else prepared themselves for classes while others grumbled about the work assignments. Hang the work assignments. Hang Transfiguration. Hang Dumbledore and his assignments. She ran all the way to Slytherin, not stopping for anyone or anything. She had a difficult time remembering the password as her eyes filled with tears and made the entrance wobbly in her sight. She choked back a sob as she fled the common room and went to the dormitory. She flung the letter on the bed and took three tries to get her bed curtains to close. She threw herself on the bed, her body crinkling the letter as she grabbed hold of her pillow and sobbed. Hermes had been the first horse that was her very own, inherited ten years ago from her grandfather. He'd still been young and she'd cared for him as though he were her own child. She'd won more trophies and ribbons on Hermes than anyone else in her family ever had on a horse. They were like one creature when they flew together. He was fast, deliciously fast. Or he had been. They'd ridden together so many times. When Felicity closed her eyes she could see them together. She could feel the wind in her hair. She choked back another sob and then let it free as she clung tighter and tighter to her pillow. |