Post by Ariella Blackburn on Jun 27, 2012 0:49:12 GMT -5
Ari knelt next to the chest that had been brought up to her dormitory from Hufflepuff. Tears filled her eyes as she gingerly lifted the cover to start wrapping things to send back with the Thomas’. As family, she had seen Ash for herself to say her last good-byes. It was heart wrenching that the small mutilated thing had once been her lively cousin. It seemed that everyone she cared about was slowly leaving her in one way or another. Thomas had left as soon as he could, Alderic only a few weeks behind though for different reasons. Adelaide had been dead for about four years, and now Ash had been killed by a werewolf. Ari brought a black and yellow scarf to her face and closed her eyes. The material was quickly dampened as the tears began to flow freely. Setting the article aside, Ari began emptying the chest until only a small leather bound book remained. On the cover was printed the words: Diary of Ashlyn Marie Thomas. Curious as she was Ari put it carefully on top of the rest of the pile.
“Keep it. I think she’d want you to have it. To remember her by.” Ari looked up into the faces of her aunt and uncle. Everything else from Ash’s trunk they had taken. Everything but the diary. Before they left she gave them both a long hug accompanied by some more tears. Ari was half tempted to go with them, but she knew that Ash wouldn’t want her to abandon her education. Two more years and then she could mourn. That seemed like an awful long ways away. Ari sat down on her bed and hesitantly opened the cover of the little book.
December 2021
Who knows why fate planned this day the way it happened. We have been in Paris for a few days now visiting our grandparents on my mum’s side. Their apartment was a quaint little place, not far from the Eiffel Tower. Everything inside was decorated in whites and peaches and other creamy colors, but it was all done with tasteful elegance. I was so nervous when we first got there. After all, I’m technically a muggleborn wizard even though Mum is a pureblood. I sometimes wonder what life would’ve been like if she weren’t a squib. But at the same time I’m glad. If she hadn’t been she might not’ve met Da then my siblings and I wouldn’t be here.
Our cousins, the Blaise’s, were visiting as well. I’ve only ever met my Mum’s sister once, and that was without the rest of her family with her. I’ll be going to Hogwarts with my cousins next year which I am very excited about. Even though this is the first time I’ve met them, Ariella and I bonded instantly. We have so much in common! Our overprotective and sometimes annoying older brothers, adoring our younger sisters, and let’s not forget our mutual love of ice cream.
Today it seems that that love has led us nowhere good I’m afraid. While outside the parlor there was a mob of people and poor little Adelaide was shot. She died on the scene and I thought that I would split apart myself seeing my aunt and cousins in so much pain. It was terrible, though Ari must’ve been brave to stay by her sister’s side until the end. Unfortunately I probably would’ve gone and locked myself in a closet and not come out for days from a loss like that. I don’t know what I’d do without little Heather.
Addie’s funeral will be held in three days. Mum and Da have extended their work absences so that we can stay a few more days. It’s strange for me to think that they will have the ceremony here, then bring her body back home to be buried there. But I suppose this place will be hard to come back to now, even if it is their birth city. Even I’ll never be able to shake the memories of this place.
Later
Addie has been laid to rest. Her funeral was at Notre Dame. I know I’ll never be able to go back there without thinking about this. RIP Adelaide Blaise. Angel girl, you’ve found your wings.
“Keep it. I think she’d want you to have it. To remember her by.” Ari looked up into the faces of her aunt and uncle. Everything else from Ash’s trunk they had taken. Everything but the diary. Before they left she gave them both a long hug accompanied by some more tears. Ari was half tempted to go with them, but she knew that Ash wouldn’t want her to abandon her education. Two more years and then she could mourn. That seemed like an awful long ways away. Ari sat down on her bed and hesitantly opened the cover of the little book.
December 2021
Who knows why fate planned this day the way it happened. We have been in Paris for a few days now visiting our grandparents on my mum’s side. Their apartment was a quaint little place, not far from the Eiffel Tower. Everything inside was decorated in whites and peaches and other creamy colors, but it was all done with tasteful elegance. I was so nervous when we first got there. After all, I’m technically a muggleborn wizard even though Mum is a pureblood. I sometimes wonder what life would’ve been like if she weren’t a squib. But at the same time I’m glad. If she hadn’t been she might not’ve met Da then my siblings and I wouldn’t be here.
Our cousins, the Blaise’s, were visiting as well. I’ve only ever met my Mum’s sister once, and that was without the rest of her family with her. I’ll be going to Hogwarts with my cousins next year which I am very excited about. Even though this is the first time I’ve met them, Ariella and I bonded instantly. We have so much in common! Our overprotective and sometimes annoying older brothers, adoring our younger sisters, and let’s not forget our mutual love of ice cream.
Today it seems that that love has led us nowhere good I’m afraid. While outside the parlor there was a mob of people and poor little Adelaide was shot. She died on the scene and I thought that I would split apart myself seeing my aunt and cousins in so much pain. It was terrible, though Ari must’ve been brave to stay by her sister’s side until the end. Unfortunately I probably would’ve gone and locked myself in a closet and not come out for days from a loss like that. I don’t know what I’d do without little Heather.
Addie’s funeral will be held in three days. Mum and Da have extended their work absences so that we can stay a few more days. It’s strange for me to think that they will have the ceremony here, then bring her body back home to be buried there. But I suppose this place will be hard to come back to now, even if it is their birth city. Even I’ll never be able to shake the memories of this place.
Later
Addie has been laid to rest. Her funeral was at Notre Dame. I know I’ll never be able to go back there without thinking about this. RIP Adelaide Blaise. Angel girl, you’ve found your wings.
