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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Careers Abound' / Tuesday, December 6th, 2005 / 6:35 p.m.
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Andra
Andra poked at her food a bit restlessly, staring off at nothing in particular as thoughts raced through her mind. Career week was going to be over soon, and she'd yet to talk to anyone.
Once upon a time, she'd been so struck with grief and hatred that she'd vowed to become an Auror. Like her brother. Perhaps to avenge his death, or maybe just to right some sort of wrongs she had within herself. She'd let that decision fade, and when news of her mother came to her, she thought that the desire to do good would return.
But it didn't.
She'd wallowed in grief, mourned the loss, and was slowly getting back to normal. Yet no part of her wanted to deal with the possibility of being an Auror.
Now that put her in a predicament. What was it that she was going to do with her life? She couldn't force herself to leave the wizarding world behind -- not after its war had claimed the lives of half her family. Yet part of her was terrified of leaving her father there, alone. They'd never been very close, but she was worried about him. He'd looked terrible at the funeral, and she'd felt awful for not staying as long as possible.
There was now a piece of pork speared on her fork, hanging in midair while Andra collected her thoughts. What now?
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Tobias
Currently Involving: Andra
Andra poked at her food a bit restlessly, staring off at nothing in particular as thoughts raced through her mind. Career week was going to be over soon, and she'd yet to talk to anyone.
Once upon a time, she'd been so struck with grief and hatred that she'd vowed to become an Auror. Like her brother. Perhaps to avenge his death, or maybe just to right some sort of wrongs she had within herself. She'd let that decision fade, and when news of her mother came to her, she thought that the desire to do good would return.
But it didn't.
She'd wallowed in grief, mourned the loss, and was slowly getting back to normal. Yet no part of her wanted to deal with the possibility of being an Auror.
Now that put her in a predicament. What was it that she was going to do with her life? She couldn't force herself to leave the wizarding world behind -- not after its war had claimed the lives of half her family. Yet part of her was terrified of leaving her father there, alone. They'd never been very close, but she was worried about him. He'd looked terrible at the funeral, and she'd felt awful for not staying as long as possible.
There was now a piece of pork speared on her fork, hanging in midair while Andra collected her thoughts. What now?