Glenlivet, Scotland
*walking along a river-side trail through a park, head lowered as he reads a newly opened letter from that morning's post*
*shakes his head back and forth* And just when I thought the news of the attack in Diagon Alley would be the most surprising thing I'd read this week...
*turns over the envelope and studies the address* Why didn't mum or dad send this? *shrugs* Not important, I suppose. The fact that it was sent at all is though. Why would they want me...us to come there now?
*stands up straighter and begins walking a bit faster* I should ignore it. Letters get lost all the time. This is probably just another attempt to "get me back on the right track".
*looks off to his right at the fast moving water of the river*
*holds his arm away from his side, the letter pinched between his fingers just enough to keep a grip on it against the wind and his pace*
It's not like before. There are no obligations now; nobody to make me go there.
*drops his arm to his side, crumpling the edge of the letter as his hand rolls into a fist*
And yet I can still feel his influence. *slows his pace* For all the years our views and opinions clashed over what's best for me, one thing I could never do is stop respecting him.
*walks over to the edge of the path and sits down on a small, wooden bench*
*leans forward with his elbows on his knees and holds his forehead in his hands, eyes closed*
Why can't I say no to this?
*shakes his head back and forth* And just when I thought the news of the attack in Diagon Alley would be the most surprising thing I'd read this week...
*turns over the envelope and studies the address* Why didn't mum or dad send this? *shrugs* Not important, I suppose. The fact that it was sent at all is though. Why would they want me...us to come there now?
*stands up straighter and begins walking a bit faster* I should ignore it. Letters get lost all the time. This is probably just another attempt to "get me back on the right track".
*looks off to his right at the fast moving water of the river*
*holds his arm away from his side, the letter pinched between his fingers just enough to keep a grip on it against the wind and his pace*
It's not like before. There are no obligations now; nobody to make me go there.
*drops his arm to his side, crumpling the edge of the letter as his hand rolls into a fist*
And yet I can still feel his influence. *slows his pace* For all the years our views and opinions clashed over what's best for me, one thing I could never do is stop respecting him.
*walks over to the edge of the path and sits down on a small, wooden bench*
*leans forward with his elbows on his knees and holds his forehead in his hands, eyes closed*
Why can't I say no to this?