Post by brody christopher dubois on Jan 26, 2020 11:13:01 GMT -7
June 2025
If anyone had told Brody that he and his two siblings would end up in an orphanage for the summer, he wouldn’t have believed it, but there they were with the rest of the Ilvermorny students who didn’t happen to have parents or guardians in the British Isles to oversee their care during the quarantine. At first, it hadn’t seemed too bad to him. He had spent more than enough time in dormitories from having been in boarding school for years, so what was the difference with an orphanage?
A lot, apparently, as he had already learned. For one thing, Pupillus Domum remained an actual orphanage, and there were kids there who really didn’t have parents. His just happened to be on the opposite side of the ocean, which—while thoroughly inconvenient to him at the moment—wasn’t the end of the world. He would still see them again, even if it would take a few weeks (or months) more before they were reunited. He and his twin would still get to celebrate their fifteenth birthday with their parents, even if the end of May had come and gone.
It made Brody feel sort of guilty that he was only there temporarily. Even the de Snaijers had their grandmother, he knew, but some of the Pupillus Domum kids? Who did they have except for each other? The orphanage staff, maybe, if they were lucky.
With that in mind, he tried not to be a source of resentment for the kids who actually lived in the orphanage regardless of the quarantine. Quaffle in hand, he’d gone out to the front yard for some relative separation from the others there. Staying inside for too long had already started to make him lose his mind a little, what with all of the other people and their pets and all of the really little kids who didn’t seem to know what to make of him—and every one of them trying to avoid catching Hag's Fever on top of everything else.
Finding a free space beneath a tree, Brody was content to sit down and toy around with his Quaffle for a bit.
A lot, apparently, as he had already learned. For one thing, Pupillus Domum remained an actual orphanage, and there were kids there who really didn’t have parents. His just happened to be on the opposite side of the ocean, which—while thoroughly inconvenient to him at the moment—wasn’t the end of the world. He would still see them again, even if it would take a few weeks (or months) more before they were reunited. He and his twin would still get to celebrate their fifteenth birthday with their parents, even if the end of May had come and gone.
It made Brody feel sort of guilty that he was only there temporarily. Even the de Snaijers had their grandmother, he knew, but some of the Pupillus Domum kids? Who did they have except for each other? The orphanage staff, maybe, if they were lucky.
With that in mind, he tried not to be a source of resentment for the kids who actually lived in the orphanage regardless of the quarantine. Quaffle in hand, he’d gone out to the front yard for some relative separation from the others there. Staying inside for too long had already started to make him lose his mind a little, what with all of the other people and their pets and all of the really little kids who didn’t seem to know what to make of him—and every one of them trying to avoid catching Hag's Fever on top of everything else.
Finding a free space beneath a tree, Brody was content to sit down and toy around with his Quaffle for a bit.
