RP: Flowers
Date: 1 May 2003
Characters: Merope Gaunt and ??????
Location: Weasley Store
Status: Open
Summary: She's just kind of doing some planting outside.
Completion: Incomplete
She was sitting on the ground in front of a bed of dirt with flowers that were being planted, her right leg getting more of the weight that her left. She was dressed in black dress, somewhat tattered and an apron over it with a set of boot shoes she always wore. The young girl wasn't into letting the sun touch her and wore a long-sleeved blue shirt underneath regardless of the weather's warm. Merope's hands were busy tugging dirt with a scooper and planting the bulbs herself without gloves; she never used them.
Merope was never wanted much out of life, but she felt partially lonely. It seemed like everyone appeared to be so happy and a part of her felt like she should have never been curious at the party almost six months ago. Merope shouldn't have entered it, she could have lived outside and not had to worry about people giving a damn. She grew angry with herself and pounded the side of her fist against the dirt a little instead of delicately patting it in as she usually did with care
Why did everything have to feel like she was locked away in her old house, looking outside from inside. It'd been some time since she spoke to anyone at all, but it didn't matter she was small enough to be invisible anyways; regardless of her clothes, face and weird eyes.
Characters: Merope Gaunt and ??????
Location: Weasley Store
Status: Open
Summary: She's just kind of doing some planting outside.
Completion: Incomplete
She was sitting on the ground in front of a bed of dirt with flowers that were being planted, her right leg getting more of the weight that her left. She was dressed in black dress, somewhat tattered and an apron over it with a set of boot shoes she always wore. The young girl wasn't into letting the sun touch her and wore a long-sleeved blue shirt underneath regardless of the weather's warm. Merope's hands were busy tugging dirt with a scooper and planting the bulbs herself without gloves; she never used them.
Merope was never wanted much out of life, but she felt partially lonely. It seemed like everyone appeared to be so happy and a part of her felt like she should have never been curious at the party almost six months ago. Merope shouldn't have entered it, she could have lived outside and not had to worry about people giving a damn. She grew angry with herself and pounded the side of her fist against the dirt a little instead of delicately patting it in as she usually did with care
Why did everything have to feel like she was locked away in her old house, looking outside from inside. It'd been some time since she spoke to anyone at all, but it didn't matter she was small enough to be invisible anyways; regardless of her clothes, face and weird eyes.