Now what?
For the most part she had been proud that she had been able to keep her emotions in check. There were no smiles or fake laughter, but there had been no public break downs and no tears. She just used school as her escapism, and a way to avoid everyone around her. Not the best thing, maybe, but it had been working for her.
But it happened. The school was to close until the end of the year, and everything hit her at once.
Her parents were dead. Her sister was gone with them. The rest of her relatives were so distant she barely even knew their names, and the ones she remembered the best were muggles who she hadn't spoken to in years...
...no. Don't panic. Panic didn't get anyone anywhere, did it? Of course not. She knew this. Any one knew this, but a Ravenclaw had to know this better than anyone. She would figure out what to do. She would find a way...
Grief took over suddenly in the most overwhelming way, and for the first time since finding out she let some tears fall as she sat at the edge of her bed. Thankfully almost everyone was downstairs or in the Great Hall, and it was only because of this that soon some tears turned into stifled sobs and it took her longer than she would've liked to control herself.
But she had to stop. She had to be mature enough for this. Strong enough. She had to.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to wipe away any signs that she had cried before standing and heading downstairs. There were too many things to do, and she better get started on them.
Even if compared to the rest of her family she had all the time in the world, it felt as if time was somehow quickly running out.
But it happened. The school was to close until the end of the year, and everything hit her at once.
Her parents were dead. Her sister was gone with them. The rest of her relatives were so distant she barely even knew their names, and the ones she remembered the best were muggles who she hadn't spoken to in years...
...no. Don't panic. Panic didn't get anyone anywhere, did it? Of course not. She knew this. Any one knew this, but a Ravenclaw had to know this better than anyone. She would figure out what to do. She would find a way...
Grief took over suddenly in the most overwhelming way, and for the first time since finding out she let some tears fall as she sat at the edge of her bed. Thankfully almost everyone was downstairs or in the Great Hall, and it was only because of this that soon some tears turned into stifled sobs and it took her longer than she would've liked to control herself.
But she had to stop. She had to be mature enough for this. Strong enough. She had to.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to wipe away any signs that she had cried before standing and heading downstairs. There were too many things to do, and she better get started on them.
Even if compared to the rest of her family she had all the time in the world, it felt as if time was somehow quickly running out.