Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 17:41:21 GMT -8
It had been one of those days again. Bo had gone about her schoolwork as if nothing was any different, but deep down she could not deny the nagging in the pit of her stomach. After finishing her classes for the afternoon, she had filed off to the common room, skipping dinner and burying herself in a book surrounding the events of the Goblin wars. Bo had been so lost in thought, she'd even forgotten about quidditch practice, although given the current weather conditions outdoors she doubted practice had been very far underway before they had canceled. Despite the weather, it wasn't hard for anyone within Ravenclaw tower to notice she was acting even odder and more withdrawn than her normal self.
Bo preferred to blame her parents for this. Two days ago, she had been perfectly fine. Attending class, making quidditch practice, she even spent a few mealtimes conversing and joking with some of her closer friends. She was living the untypical life of a slightly anti-social sixteen year old girl. When had that changed? That would be the letter she had received exactly two days ago from her mother. To say Bo was surprised would be an understatement. Sure, her mother loved her, that had never been in question, but the woman really only socialized with her daughter in rare occasions. Bo was a mere status symbol to her, and her father--well, he had completely abandoned her once he moved away to the States. Yet, this letter out of blue encompassed both of her parental elements.
Pulling her legs up into the large armchair in the common room, Bo stared absentmindedly at the roaring fire that always seemed to be lit in the elegant fireplace. The book in her lap long since forgotten, the words of her mother's letter replayed themselves perfectly in her mind. Her father had contacted her, asking about his daughter. Apparently, he had questioned whether or not Bo would be interested in spending the summer in the States. Naturally, her mother thought this was a fantastic idea, mainly because she wouldn't have to bother any of her socialite activities by looking after her teenage daughter. The letter had been encouraging her to reach out to her father and to go visit him over summer holiday. Bo seethed with anger at the thought.
The letter, which had been occupying her mind for the past few days, had brought up a myriad of emotions based with both of her parents. Bo was only reminded of how casually they each felt about relationships, especially those encompassing their own daughter. She was only confirmed in her belief that you only had yourself to depend on, and in the end those you let your guard down for and accept close will only hurt you in the end. How could her mother, her own mother who watched her nine year old daughter cry herself to sleep every night because of another phone call that didn't come, push her into spending a whole summer with the man who abandoned her?! With a sudden surge of anger riling up in her, Bo grabbed the book from her lap and hurled it into the fireplace angrily.
Bo preferred to blame her parents for this. Two days ago, she had been perfectly fine. Attending class, making quidditch practice, she even spent a few mealtimes conversing and joking with some of her closer friends. She was living the untypical life of a slightly anti-social sixteen year old girl. When had that changed? That would be the letter she had received exactly two days ago from her mother. To say Bo was surprised would be an understatement. Sure, her mother loved her, that had never been in question, but the woman really only socialized with her daughter in rare occasions. Bo was a mere status symbol to her, and her father--well, he had completely abandoned her once he moved away to the States. Yet, this letter out of blue encompassed both of her parental elements.
Pulling her legs up into the large armchair in the common room, Bo stared absentmindedly at the roaring fire that always seemed to be lit in the elegant fireplace. The book in her lap long since forgotten, the words of her mother's letter replayed themselves perfectly in her mind. Her father had contacted her, asking about his daughter. Apparently, he had questioned whether or not Bo would be interested in spending the summer in the States. Naturally, her mother thought this was a fantastic idea, mainly because she wouldn't have to bother any of her socialite activities by looking after her teenage daughter. The letter had been encouraging her to reach out to her father and to go visit him over summer holiday. Bo seethed with anger at the thought.
The letter, which had been occupying her mind for the past few days, had brought up a myriad of emotions based with both of her parents. Bo was only reminded of how casually they each felt about relationships, especially those encompassing their own daughter. She was only confirmed in her belief that you only had yourself to depend on, and in the end those you let your guard down for and accept close will only hurt you in the end. How could her mother, her own mother who watched her nine year old daughter cry herself to sleep every night because of another phone call that didn't come, push her into spending a whole summer with the man who abandoned her?! With a sudden surge of anger riling up in her, Bo grabbed the book from her lap and hurled it into the fireplace angrily.
