Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 22, 2012 16:50:18 GMT -5
Syrine sat on the edge of jacks bed, one of his white button down shirts covered her, she had brought few things of her own that weren't Hogwarts clothes, besides she liked wearing his shirts, it was stupid and foolish and she knew it, but it felt as if maybe he was still here. She crossed her legs underneath her and rolled the crystal ball he had given her from one palm to another, watching the shifting colors as the dim light reflected its surface.
She was holding back her visions, all of them, her eyes bore dark circles under them from when they would find her in her sleep. She couldn't make sense of a damn one because in dream state they all would mix together. So much death, so much torment. She touched the small globe around her neck, she didn't yet trust her skills to hide whatever it was Jack had hid from the Dark Lord for so long, whatever it was Jack thought it was important enough to die for. There she was a sixteen year old girl, forced to finish his work.
"This is what Harry must have felt", she sighed to herself stopping the motion of the crystal ball and setting it aside it was no good to try and focus right now. And she damned well was going top stop feeling sorry for herself. She sat trapped in the room that was her prison, with the adjoining bath, she was glad for that at least, small measure of privacy, she spent hours letting the warm water run over her.
She breathed deeply before picking up the ball again, she never really thought it was her medium in which to see things, but it had been a gift. She laughed bitterly she was surrounded in all things Jack, but he was no where to be seen. She hadn't picked up the journal he left for her either, after the first message she wrote. She thought for a moment about chucking the fragile thing across the room into the wall. Instead she dropped it on to the bed besides her and took to wandering the small room again.
She was holding back her visions, all of them, her eyes bore dark circles under them from when they would find her in her sleep. She couldn't make sense of a damn one because in dream state they all would mix together. So much death, so much torment. She touched the small globe around her neck, she didn't yet trust her skills to hide whatever it was Jack had hid from the Dark Lord for so long, whatever it was Jack thought it was important enough to die for. There she was a sixteen year old girl, forced to finish his work.
"This is what Harry must have felt", she sighed to herself stopping the motion of the crystal ball and setting it aside it was no good to try and focus right now. And she damned well was going top stop feeling sorry for herself. She sat trapped in the room that was her prison, with the adjoining bath, she was glad for that at least, small measure of privacy, she spent hours letting the warm water run over her.
She breathed deeply before picking up the ball again, she never really thought it was her medium in which to see things, but it had been a gift. She laughed bitterly she was surrounded in all things Jack, but he was no where to be seen. She hadn't picked up the journal he left for her either, after the first message she wrote. She thought for a moment about chucking the fragile thing across the room into the wall. Instead she dropped it on to the bed besides her and took to wandering the small room again.