Post by Dandeao Fidelis on Jan 29, 2005 2:49:06 GMT -5
Sitting in perhaps one of the only secluded corners of the library, un-inhabited by other students thus far, a fourth-year sat in one of the fluffily-clad wooden chairs with a cushion resting upon it, leaning forward into the large table in front of him, arms both resting on the cold, sleek varnished surface. An ink horn resting dangerously close to his elbow, a bright quill clutched between the index finger and thumb of his left hand- which had the scarcely seen black scarf consuming it's back and arm- Shiho Rhamantus let the sharp end of the quill blot ink across the thin piece of parchment trapped beneath his free arm. He was relieved, to be alone, to use the arm he naturally wrote with. Relieved, because he didn't have to fake right-handedness for fear of violating dress codes with his scarf-covered arm. Green eyes studying the parchment which quickly began learn words come straight from the boy's mind. Reviewing what he had written thus far, the boy sighed.
Mother--
Are you well? I trust that everything has been going easily- or as easy as it could possibly become, now- considering I haven't received an owl from you. But, still. I cannot help but worry for your health. Being alone as you are… if only I could, I would come and keep you company. For the fiftieth time, I beg of you to find somewhere safer to dwell! My mind cannot ease, especially with all the haters of.. Well.. What our family has been labeled as. What is someone attempted to attack you for father's actions? Please. Find somewhere safe. Somewhere far from where you are now. Reply to me as soon as possible.
May you stay healthy and safe.
Sincerely, Your Loving Son,
Shiho.
Adding a few flourishes to his signature, the raven claw sat up, running the fingers of his free hand throughout his short, ginger hair, and brushing several lengthy bangs from his view. He frowned, worry for the only family he had on his mind. It seemed he rarely socialized with anyone but possibly two or three of the students at hog warts, at the most, or his mother, and often his brown speckled owl, Henry, named after none other than Henry the eighth of England.
Mother--
Are you well? I trust that everything has been going easily- or as easy as it could possibly become, now- considering I haven't received an owl from you. But, still. I cannot help but worry for your health. Being alone as you are… if only I could, I would come and keep you company. For the fiftieth time, I beg of you to find somewhere safer to dwell! My mind cannot ease, especially with all the haters of.. Well.. What our family has been labeled as. What is someone attempted to attack you for father's actions? Please. Find somewhere safe. Somewhere far from where you are now. Reply to me as soon as possible.
May you stay healthy and safe.
Sincerely, Your Loving Son,
Shiho.
Adding a few flourishes to his signature, the raven claw sat up, running the fingers of his free hand throughout his short, ginger hair, and brushing several lengthy bangs from his view. He frowned, worry for the only family he had on his mind. It seemed he rarely socialized with anyone but possibly two or three of the students at hog warts, at the most, or his mother, and often his brown speckled owl, Henry, named after none other than Henry the eighth of England.