sirilla black is horny with her heart (canisirillacus) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-06-24 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: swap: hannah potter, ch: swap: sirilla black, p: abby, p: annalisa |
Who: Sirilla & Hannah (swap)
What: godmother & goddaughter breakfast time.
When: Sunday morning
Where: one of the cafeterias.
Warnings: TBD
It had been a rough couple of days. Week, really, or was it more than a week now? The moment boy-Wormtail had arrived (or rather the moment she'd heard about it), Sirilla's whole world seemed to have turned upside down. His presence here reminded her of all the things she was trying to forget, and the whole compound-- not just the scientists who had brought him here in the first place, but one of the versions of herself-- seemed to be trying to force the rat back into her life.
It didn't matter that he wasn't from her world, that he hadn't betrayed his friends. It had nothing to do with being worldist. It didn't even entirely have to do with Wormtail; her bias was so generalized that it would have applied to anyone who even reminded her of the rat. Not that she'd be violent towards them, but she was thoroughly, stubbornly unwilling to accept any of them as a friend. Being a Marauder, in the Marauder dormitory, was for people she could trust. She had stayed away from the dormitory for a while after the Shrieking Shack incident, because she hadn't felt that she deserved to be there, and had earned her way back in; someone like Wormtail, whose loyalties to the Marauders were obviously very changeable depending on the circumstances, did not belong there at all.
And all of it was dredging up emotions and memories, rubbing salt into still-open wounds that she hadn't found a way to heal yet, hadn't had time to heal. Hadn't even tried, really, she'd just been concentrating on the fact that she was here, not in jail, with all but one of the most important people in her life. She wanted Renee back, but she would have Renee, back home-- that was one of the things she'd learned, that she would see Renee again in her future. Hannah, too, but not Jane. And the loss of Jane was a wound that went really, really deep.
She was emotionally exhausted, and physically exhausted as well, although Remus's presence had been helping her sleep. She zombied her way through getting her breakfast, and then turned around to look for a place to sit; spotting a familiar head of female Potter hair at one of the tables, she headed over. It was Hannah, which was good, Sirilla had been meaning to check in with her goddaughter anyway.
"Hannahkins," she said, sliding into the seat across the table from Hannah. She offered one of her trademark grins, the ones she was practiced with wearing even when she felt like shite. "How's my favorite goddaughter?"