Hogwarts Story: Part 6
Nov. 20th, 2005 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unforthHey all, this is really short and quick update, cause I gotta go pack! I wouldn't have had the time at all, except I woke up really early for no readily apparent reason (probably travel anxiety, I have a long day ahead!). Anyway, I'll try with all my might to get at least a little bit of work done while I'm in NYC, but if I can't, well, I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!! Happy Thanksgiving!
Oh, and I had great fun on Samhain! Thanks to all who spent time with me, and to everyone else to, much fun was had!!
At the headmasters words, the plates on the long tables filled with a delicious assortment of food, but students were too busy in hushed conversations to notice for a moment. At the Hufflepuff table, a few of the students were congratulating Marcus Relius, and the same at the Gryffindor table, meanwhile the Slytherin’s clumped together around their two new WAP members talking with low urgency. I took a little food and ate it hurriedly before hurrying over to speak to Eileen.
“Hello,” I said in a rush, “my name is Delia Prince, and I’m the Prefect of Ravenclaw house. Are you quite well? Is there anything I can get you?”
Her hands shaking as she brushed hair from her face, Eileen sniffed, her eyes full of tears. “My brother!” she wailed, “My brother is dead!”
With a chill, I realized I didn’t have the first clue what to do now. What should I say? What would I want someone to say if Alasdair had died? No, it wasn’t at all the same, I realized, Alasdair was a prig (gone were my childhood thoughts of my wonderful big brother) and though I wouldn’t be happy if something were to happen to him, I wouldn’t be this broken up either. What do should I say?
“Is there anything I can do to help? We should get in touch with your parents, certainly, and…” I looked around helplessly, before coming up with an idea. I patted the crying girl on the shoulder, and, as gently as I could, said, “I will get Professor Tremens, she’ll be able to help.”
Oh, and I had great fun on Samhain! Thanks to all who spent time with me, and to everyone else to, much fun was had!!
At the headmasters words, the plates on the long tables filled with a delicious assortment of food, but students were too busy in hushed conversations to notice for a moment. At the Hufflepuff table, a few of the students were congratulating Marcus Relius, and the same at the Gryffindor table, meanwhile the Slytherin’s clumped together around their two new WAP members talking with low urgency. I took a little food and ate it hurriedly before hurrying over to speak to Eileen.
“Hello,” I said in a rush, “my name is Delia Prince, and I’m the Prefect of Ravenclaw house. Are you quite well? Is there anything I can get you?”
Her hands shaking as she brushed hair from her face, Eileen sniffed, her eyes full of tears. “My brother!” she wailed, “My brother is dead!”
With a chill, I realized I didn’t have the first clue what to do now. What should I say? What would I want someone to say if Alasdair had died? No, it wasn’t at all the same, I realized, Alasdair was a prig (gone were my childhood thoughts of my wonderful big brother) and though I wouldn’t be happy if something were to happen to him, I wouldn’t be this broken up either. What do should I say?
“Is there anything I can do to help? We should get in touch with your parents, certainly, and…” I looked around helplessly, before coming up with an idea. I patted the crying girl on the shoulder, and, as gently as I could, said, “I will get Professor Tremens, she’ll be able to help.”
