RP: Secrets in the Attic
Date: Sunday, May 19, 1999, mid afternoon
Characters: Millie Bulstrode, Garrett Bulstrode (npc)
Location: Bulstrode residence
Status: Private
Summary: The past has come back with a blast..
Completion: Complete
Millie had a mountain of papers, notes, files and such still in a box and she needed to find her Charms notes from the NEWTs Prep course for her next exam. She’d never let things get this unorganized before, but since starting at St. Mungo’s, she barely had time to breathe, much less get as organized as she liked to be.
She unearthed the notes she needed, but thought since she was started, she’d get the rest in order. She needed a file cabinet or something, but for now, organizing the stacks within the box would work.
She found a certificate she had nearly forgotten about. She’d won the auction at the Benefit Ball for the TAME, or Magical Equity, or whatever it was called. It was for Professor Weasley’s cursebreaking services. She’d entered, not expecting to win anything, so she’d not paid it much mind. She tucked the paper in her stack of notes. Dad wanted her over for dinner, since it’d been several weeks since she’d been able to spend a day with him. Hogsmeade was a bit of a somber place, what with it being the anniversary. Millie was very uncomfortable with the whole atmosphere, and how many people seemed to be just lingering, wanting something she didn’t know she could give them.
It wasn’t til after lunch that Millie remembered to pull the paper out. “Dad, I forgot to mention this but when I went to that Benefit Ball, I won cursebreaking services from Bill Weasley, who used to work for Gringotts. I don’t have anything I can use it for, but I thought you might.” She passed the page over to her father, who glanced at it. She was surprised to see the range of motion across his face, then he exhaled a deep sigh.
“Actually, you do have something.” He stood and gestured for her to follow him, as he wound upstairs to their attic. She’d never spent any time up there, except to hide from the old nanny she’d had. He came to a stop in front of the large chest in the corner. “This was your mother’s. I’d always intended on giving it to you when you finished school. Fraid it slipped my mind, what with all that has happened.” He put an arm around her shoulder, and she sagged against him.
Her mother. She’d not dwelt on her much, given how it hurt her father every time she asked about her so Millie had stopped asking by age 8. To discover now, that she had a chest….
“She was very private, your mother.” Her father cleared his throat. “She set some wards on it before…. Well, I didn’t see any reason to disturb it until you wanted it. Guess now’s as good a time as any.” She nodded, staring at the dust covered chest that she’d hidden behind as a child. She always thought her father had gotten rid of most of her effects in his grief, but it seemed some things still remained.
“You, ah, want it right?” Her father’s hesitant voice, so rarely heard, disturbed her reverie. She looked at him, and gave him a hug. He hugged her back fiercely, and in the quiet of the attic, she felt it hit home for the first time in a long while, how her mother’s absence had left a hole inside her. Now, she had the chance to get to know the mother she’d never known.
“Yes. So long as you’re ok with it.” She said, hesitantly. She was suddenly afraid of what she might find, digging in the past. She could see some of that fear mirrored in her father’s eyes, and he blinked hard before answering.
“Yes of course. It’s her legacy. Just…. Talk to me about anything you don’t understand, ok? Your mother sometimes had a habit of seeing things only from one side, and I don’t doubt her diary has some less than flattering stories about us.” He tried to smile, with it looking more like a grimace.
Her mother kept a diary. Millie looked at the chest, all the hope and longing she never knew she was capable of warring in her. She’d get to hear from her mother, for the first time ever. “Of course.” She looked at her Dad, smiling a bit unsteadily. “I love you, Dad. That won’t ever change.”
In the quiet of the attic, her father’s arms around her, Millie had the terrible feeling that things were going to change, and she was more scared by the unknown future in front of her than she’d been a year ago, facing a world free from Voldemort’s rule.
Characters: Millie Bulstrode, Garrett Bulstrode (npc)
Location: Bulstrode residence
Status: Private
Summary: The past has come back with a blast..
Completion: Complete
Millie had a mountain of papers, notes, files and such still in a box and she needed to find her Charms notes from the NEWTs Prep course for her next exam. She’d never let things get this unorganized before, but since starting at St. Mungo’s, she barely had time to breathe, much less get as organized as she liked to be.
She unearthed the notes she needed, but thought since she was started, she’d get the rest in order. She needed a file cabinet or something, but for now, organizing the stacks within the box would work.
She found a certificate she had nearly forgotten about. She’d won the auction at the Benefit Ball for the TAME, or Magical Equity, or whatever it was called. It was for Professor Weasley’s cursebreaking services. She’d entered, not expecting to win anything, so she’d not paid it much mind. She tucked the paper in her stack of notes. Dad wanted her over for dinner, since it’d been several weeks since she’d been able to spend a day with him. Hogsmeade was a bit of a somber place, what with it being the anniversary. Millie was very uncomfortable with the whole atmosphere, and how many people seemed to be just lingering, wanting something she didn’t know she could give them.
It wasn’t til after lunch that Millie remembered to pull the paper out. “Dad, I forgot to mention this but when I went to that Benefit Ball, I won cursebreaking services from Bill Weasley, who used to work for Gringotts. I don’t have anything I can use it for, but I thought you might.” She passed the page over to her father, who glanced at it. She was surprised to see the range of motion across his face, then he exhaled a deep sigh.
“Actually, you do have something.” He stood and gestured for her to follow him, as he wound upstairs to their attic. She’d never spent any time up there, except to hide from the old nanny she’d had. He came to a stop in front of the large chest in the corner. “This was your mother’s. I’d always intended on giving it to you when you finished school. Fraid it slipped my mind, what with all that has happened.” He put an arm around her shoulder, and she sagged against him.
Her mother. She’d not dwelt on her much, given how it hurt her father every time she asked about her so Millie had stopped asking by age 8. To discover now, that she had a chest….
“She was very private, your mother.” Her father cleared his throat. “She set some wards on it before…. Well, I didn’t see any reason to disturb it until you wanted it. Guess now’s as good a time as any.” She nodded, staring at the dust covered chest that she’d hidden behind as a child. She always thought her father had gotten rid of most of her effects in his grief, but it seemed some things still remained.
“You, ah, want it right?” Her father’s hesitant voice, so rarely heard, disturbed her reverie. She looked at him, and gave him a hug. He hugged her back fiercely, and in the quiet of the attic, she felt it hit home for the first time in a long while, how her mother’s absence had left a hole inside her. Now, she had the chance to get to know the mother she’d never known.
“Yes. So long as you’re ok with it.” She said, hesitantly. She was suddenly afraid of what she might find, digging in the past. She could see some of that fear mirrored in her father’s eyes, and he blinked hard before answering.
“Yes of course. It’s her legacy. Just…. Talk to me about anything you don’t understand, ok? Your mother sometimes had a habit of seeing things only from one side, and I don’t doubt her diary has some less than flattering stories about us.” He tried to smile, with it looking more like a grimace.
Her mother kept a diary. Millie looked at the chest, all the hope and longing she never knew she was capable of warring in her. She’d get to hear from her mother, for the first time ever. “Of course.” She looked at her Dad, smiling a bit unsteadily. “I love you, Dad. That won’t ever change.”
In the quiet of the attic, her father’s arms around her, Millie had the terrible feeling that things were going to change, and she was more scared by the unknown future in front of her than she’d been a year ago, facing a world free from Voldemort’s rule.