RP: The Prodigal Son
Title: The Prodigal Son
Date: 10/28/1998
Time of Day: 3:00 pm
Characters: Theodore Nott
Location: Nott Manor
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Theodore finds some old memories.
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
His home was now something from some muggle horror flick, complete with cobwebs and creaky floorboards. Apparently large houses fall into disrepair rather quickly when there are no house elves to tend them. Well, none but one. The rest had dissapeared, they had to have been fired, Theo could only speculate why.
As he climbed staircase after staircase he could almost hear the echoes of his youth, a young child laughing, a lonely boy hiding away so his tears remained unseen, a teenager perched in some corner with a book and the sound of pages turning and nothing more, footsteps as he left the house with chiming voices of house elves bidding him farewell.
Higher he climbed, into the tower that he was never supposed to enter as a child. Pulling a key from his pocket he opened a door and slipped inside. The room looked the same as it had the day he had snuck into it, despite his father's ban, what seemed like ages ago.
From a portrait a woman with brown hair so light it seemed blond, glanced up from a book in her lap. She smiled and Theo brushed the canvas with his fingertips.
"Hello mother."
Date: 10/28/1998
Time of Day: 3:00 pm
Characters: Theodore Nott
Location: Nott Manor
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Theodore finds some old memories.
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
His home was now something from some muggle horror flick, complete with cobwebs and creaky floorboards. Apparently large houses fall into disrepair rather quickly when there are no house elves to tend them. Well, none but one. The rest had dissapeared, they had to have been fired, Theo could only speculate why.
As he climbed staircase after staircase he could almost hear the echoes of his youth, a young child laughing, a lonely boy hiding away so his tears remained unseen, a teenager perched in some corner with a book and the sound of pages turning and nothing more, footsteps as he left the house with chiming voices of house elves bidding him farewell.
Higher he climbed, into the tower that he was never supposed to enter as a child. Pulling a key from his pocket he opened a door and slipped inside. The room looked the same as it had the day he had snuck into it, despite his father's ban, what seemed like ages ago.
From a portrait a woman with brown hair so light it seemed blond, glanced up from a book in her lap. She smiled and Theo brushed the canvas with his fingertips.
"Hello mother."