Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Aug 15, 2017 9:21:32 GMT -7
Late March 2024; Outside the Hufflepuff Common Room
Everything felt as though the world was caving in. If trying to make it through the rest of her fifth year wasn't enough of a challenge itself, the universe seemed to be throwing everything it could into continuing its vendetta against Maxima Greyback. She could hardly see past the schoolwork that she was expected to complete, but—like being doused in vinegar at the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room—that was the least of her problems.
It had been her own fault, Max thought, for trying to seek comfort from Jamie or Georgie. She had been foolish enough to think that she could make her own way inside, too. As many times as she had walked with either one of them back there, she had been sure of her own ability to tap the barrels in the correct order. Somewhere along the way, though, she had managed to mess it up. (But what else was new?)
Max knew that there had been a few times before when Adrian had nearly left, and then he hadn't. In fact, the close calls that had come before had made her disbelieving that the Gryffindor was actually gone. It was just another rumor that someone had come up with to mess with them, as if the attention of being the younger half-sister of the Durmstrang Champion hadn't spiced things up enough.
It hadn't been until dinner that night that it had truly sunken in. She'd looked over to the Gryffindors at their table, and she hadn't seen Adrian among them. She had even made it a point to check the Hospital Wing before returning downstairs, but he hadn't been there, either.
This time, it was true. Adrian had left before she knew it, and she hadn't even gotten the chance to tell him goodbye. As she had with so many others before him, Max realized, she'd taken her half-brother's presence for granted, and now he was off to America, and she hated herself for not knowing exactly where or when. Adrian had come to see her when she had almost succeeded in killing herself, yet she hadn't even concerned herself with his life to know that maybe there would come a day when he wouldn't be in hers anymore.
Heaving another sob, Max wondered how long it would be before she could pull her knees away from her chest and stand back up to go shower. She might have smelled like a chippy, but at least the vinegar would wash off.
It had been her own fault, Max thought, for trying to seek comfort from Jamie or Georgie. She had been foolish enough to think that she could make her own way inside, too. As many times as she had walked with either one of them back there, she had been sure of her own ability to tap the barrels in the correct order. Somewhere along the way, though, she had managed to mess it up. (But what else was new?)
Max knew that there had been a few times before when Adrian had nearly left, and then he hadn't. In fact, the close calls that had come before had made her disbelieving that the Gryffindor was actually gone. It was just another rumor that someone had come up with to mess with them, as if the attention of being the younger half-sister of the Durmstrang Champion hadn't spiced things up enough.
It hadn't been until dinner that night that it had truly sunken in. She'd looked over to the Gryffindors at their table, and she hadn't seen Adrian among them. She had even made it a point to check the Hospital Wing before returning downstairs, but he hadn't been there, either.
This time, it was true. Adrian had left before she knew it, and she hadn't even gotten the chance to tell him goodbye. As she had with so many others before him, Max realized, she'd taken her half-brother's presence for granted, and now he was off to America, and she hated herself for not knowing exactly where or when. Adrian had come to see her when she had almost succeeded in killing herself, yet she hadn't even concerned herself with his life to know that maybe there would come a day when he wouldn't be in hers anymore.
Heaving another sob, Max wondered how long it would be before she could pull her knees away from her chest and stand back up to go shower. She might have smelled like a chippy, but at least the vinegar would wash off.
