She missed him, missed home. Life at Hogwarts was stressful- making friends, doing homework, finding your classes in the first place. It was overwhelming, too much, but Mariah didn't want to tell anyone that, didn't want to complain. Her father loved Hogwarts and her brothers were having the time of their lives. Who was she to ruin their fun and her father's hopes for her with one sentence?
I want to go home.
She had always prided herself in her determination and at this moment it was failing her. Creating the line of her father's strong nose, Mariah found her eyes going misty, the view of his strong face blurring.
Angrily, she wiped at her face. Babies cried. Weaklings cried. Not Mariah. She would rather eat her whole sketch book than let anyone see her cry
Owl me with your ideas and I'll rp with you! 'Cause it's my favorite thing ever.