_northernstar (_northernstar) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-01-22 23:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, polaris malfoy |
Who: Polaris and Draco
What: Family talks and things
Where: The hospital
When: Really late, probably after visiting hours. SRY staff and other patients. On Wednesday Jan, 22nd.
Rating: PG
Yes, Polaris was more than aware her journal outburst was uncalled for, but she was upset, dammit. Not only was she in a hospital with slow healing, painful injuries, but her family was going at it in public on the journals. Well, perhaps not her entire family, but that didn't mean that other's weren't trying to jump in and stop it. And just the mere fact that had to happen irked Po. In her time... well it was safe to say that by then everyone was content with the idea of being a familial unit. Sure, things weren't perfect there either, but there wasn't this constant feeling of... dislike radiating from certain members. She knew they were trying, and she knew it wasn't easy on people like her Grandma Narcissa and Grandpa Harry coming from times where there was still a lot of tension. But it was hard to see, and even harder to come to terms with. Frankly, she just didn't want too. Po wanted things to be like they were back home, where she had a loving, together family who fought about stupid things like where to have Christmas dinner and how many people would be attending a school function. It wasn't always perfect, but at the very least fights like she had read in the journals were an occurrence she had never really had to witness.
And then she had a fight with her mum. And Grandpa Draco. And Al before saying she wanted to move out. She hadn't meant to lash out, but she was exhausted from not sleeping comfortably and upset from what people were saying about her favorite Professor on top of everything else she had been trying to sort through. Just everything seemed like a giant mess and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and make it all disappear.
She was sure that everyone in the hospital was either dead asleep, or at least being kind to the fact she was silently sobbing her eyes out behind her curtain. It was so bad that her breathing was coming in gasps, and at some point she had thrown her journal across the floor. Honestly, she wanted to set it on fire but had no magic and no muggle matches to get the job done. Everything just felt so wrong and irreparable. Hell, she couldn't even curl up in a ball like she wanted because of her leg and ribs.
Perhaps all of these thought were why she hadn't heard anyone come in.