12 Jan 2020, 13:53
How to be better?
Reducio
OOC: Feel free to join, but it would probably be best if Opeila knew the person... She might be a little impolite to everyone else.
But if you want to risk it, don't let me stop you!
But if you want to risk it, don't let me stop you!
It was very quiet in the library. At some tables you could see students studying or reading, the torches casted a faint light on their concentrated faces.
In the potions section, surrounded by piles of books, was a girl, laying on top of a book, her red hair covering parts of her face. Even in the shadow of the potions-bookshelf one could see the dark circles under her eyes caused by many sleepless nights.
Opeila had spent days in the library, reading through the whole section and in the evenings she had taken some books into the common room to continue. Opeila also had gotten thinner than she already had been. No, she hadn't taken care of her health very well the last week. In her right hand was a letter that she probably held on to very tightly when she had been awake. The letter was very crumpled as if it had been folded and unfolded many times.
In Opeilas other hand had been a quill that she had dropped on something that probably should have turned into a letter, but spilled ink and something else, probably tears, made it hard to read.
Mum, it said at the beginning,
I am sorry. I am sorry for being such a horrible daughter. If I could go back i-
After those few words Opeila had started to cry, not able to stop. About twenty minutes she had just cried before she fell asleep on top of the potions book she had read in, before she had decided to write a letter.