Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jan 11, 2020 18:00:22 GMT -7
June 7th, 2025
One week of the summer was said and done with. Nessa hated it already. All of the extra people – students – that she had wanted to avoid for the entirety of the break while suffering in her own misery at the orphanage, had been forced to stay there with her until school started back up again in September. Granted, she knew of this already before returning, but it was even worse in person than she had ever imagined it to be. The fact that the orphanage decided to adopt similar meal times to Hogwarts and events to keep everyone there occupied and in order was complete nonsense. The intruders also had the chance to leave for the day if they wanted to, as long as they had permission from mommy and daddy and were old enough to handle everything on their own. These were like, the goody two-shoes of Ilvermorny for some reason. Just happy that they had somewhere to bunk for the summer or until the disease plaguing England decided to off itself. Whatever came first.
The worst part though? She had to share her room. Now that had happened on occasion over the years, but as she got older and less families wanted to adopt a sixteen year old, the prospective roommates she could have there grew less and less. That was where the caretakers were sort of good with the older kids that were stuck there. That was also literally the only autonomy she had. Now there was a second bed shoved up against her wall, and she had to share her dresser with the girl. Never before had Nessa realized how little she owned. Her new roommate practically took over the whole thing – three and a half of the four drawers. What sort of injustice was this? Her room used to be her sanctuary away from the little kids there, and now it was just somewhere to sleep. All of her time now was spent sitting out on the front steps or somewhere on the vast grounds, avoiding all human contact aside from Nate.
Today was slightly different though. Perched on the large stone railing on the front steps of the main building, Nessa had been watching Ilvermorny kids come and go all day. The front gate opening and closing wasn’t necessarily interesting, but it was better than nothing. Occasionally someone new came through. The almost white-blonde haired girl that popped through was definitely not one of the jailbirds coming home. It was Jimmie Blishwick. Queen prick and everything Nessa wasn’t. “Daddy tell you to come over here and pick out whichever one you liked the most?” Nessa called down to her. She could have a little fun with the Gryffindor before finding out what she really wanted.
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