Morning Sunshine {open}

[shona5]

Zarina tugged at the elastic that held her hair up in a bun, and the elastic gave way, her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She separated her hair into three sections and braided it quickly. She took a quick glance in the mirror. She looked tired, small bags were starting to form under her eyes. She needed sleep. But sleep would have to wait. She had classes in the matter of a few hours, and there was reading that she had yet to complete. It wasn’t much, but there was some none the less.

Zarina looked in her purse one last time to ensure that everything was there before zipping it up and putting it on her shoulder. She made her way out of the staff room and down the hallway. She smiled at a few of the nurses and nodded kindly at the others. Her shift was over. She was thankful for that; it had been a long one. There seemed to be a never ending line of patients, everything for splinching, to young children who had stolen their parent’s wand and shoved them up their ears. Some of the cases would really be quite comical if it hadn’t been for the work it caused the healers.

Zarina left St Maladies Hospital and made her way down the street. She paused at the corner and glanced down at her watch. She still had a good two hours before class. She contemplated heading back to her apartment, to take a nap, but she knew she shouldn’t. She had reading to do. Finally she decided to head to the small coffee shop just down the road. Her class was only twenty minutes away from here if she walked, and it would leave her with plenty of time to read.

The bells rand as she entered the door, alerting the barista that there was a customer in the store. Zarina made her way to the cash counter. She read over the menu twice, before deciding. She ordered a large coffee with a toasted cinnamon raison bagel and cream cheese. She knew it wasn’t the healthiest option out there, but it would fill her up and keep her going. She paid for her order and made her way to a small empty table near a window. If she couldn’t be outside on a nice day like this, the least she could do was sit by a window and enjoy a few rays of sunlight on her face.

She placed her food gently on the table, and then sat down. She pulled open her purse and pulled out a yellow highlighter, a pen and her text book. Zarina opened her textbook to the marked page and began to read it slowly. Occasionally highlighting an important sentence or making a note in the margin. She soon became completely absorbed in her studying. She would take a bite of her bagel without thinking and sip her coffee absentmindedly. She didn’t notice the coming and goings of those around her. She was in her own little ink world.

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words • 517, it’ll get better.
notes • notes
tunes • God put a smile on your face • coldplay
credit • SERENDIPITUS at caution2.0

[madeline]

Madeline was a Parkinson, that much was known. Those spoiled little Parkinsons' have it made, don't they? As far as everyone else knew, they've never had to work a day in their life. Everything was just handled to them on a silver platter, house-elves awaiting for their next command. If only life was truly that simple, so easily made. But of course, that was before the War. Before Pansy Parkinson became a giant sobbing mess, leaving her daughter to clean up the mess that came from a heart-break. Thus, leaving Madeline Audrey Parkinson with a dead sense of the feeling we call 'love.' It was a feeling, a weakness, for fools. And Madeline will never, not in this lifetime nor the next, be that vulnerable.

But even as Madeline tries to convince herself that she has everything she ever wanted, there was that big empty hole. Something just wasn't right, something need to be fixed. But what was it? Her studies were at their prime, seeing as the new Headmaster of Hallows University finally approved her theory of muggleborns vs purebloods topic. Her reputation was clearly something to talk about. After all- a wedlock daughter of Pansy Parkinson finally returning to Hogwarts after being kicked out of Beauxbaton? Clearly, it made the gossip section of Hogwarts. But no matters, they can talk about her as much as they want to. Madeline couldn't help but enjoy the spotlight. Yes, let them talk about her.

Still, there was a big pile of hate inside Madeline. As cruel and vicious as Madeline could try to be, it wouldn't fix anything. As a child, she's heard stories about all the other Parkinson daughters. They lived a big fairytale, with dresses woven out of silk and a line of Prince Charmings, just waiting to make them his own. Madeline didn't have that, despite her surname. She wasn't sure why she didn't have those things, but they never seem to come to her. The War was long over now, a tragic piece of History- in her opinion. Alright, so murdering people might've not been the best solution to everything, but the cause remains the same.

If only there was some way to make things right again, to go back to the Grand old times. In the old times, the streets would be filled with noble purebloods. Everyone had a place to fill, a spot to cover. But not anymore, seeing that Madeline considers her family [ despite her mother's opposite opinions on it ] an outcast to what's left of the elite pureblood society.

Her light chestnut hair swayed from side to side as Madeline tried to navigate between the crowded tables. With a huff of annoyance, she gripped her butterbeer with an iron-tight gasp. Several University students ran this way and that, bumping into people- including her. As a particulary large student crashed into her, Madeline spun around- ready to give him the shouting match of his miserable, cursed life. However, before she could do anything, or say anything, the lid popped off of her butterbeer. It spilled all over some girl's book.

Luckily, it missed Madeline. Pursing her lips in anger, Madeline pushed her hair out of her dark green eyes. She had every intention to go after the idiot that dared knocked her over, but it seemed like she was going to have to clean up the bloody mess. Or at least attempt to, anyways.

" So sorry. Didn't see you there, " Madeline managed to get out spitefully. It wasn't as if she had something against the student, she just doesn't like apologizing. Besides, it hadn't even been her fault. However, her apology was ruined by the fact she didn't sound sorry at all. Not one bit.

[shona5]

Zarina was completely absorbed in her book. As she highlighted passages she would mutter to herself. She was muttering what she was learning and at the moment it was biology. At this point the Biology was simple. Nothing that involved the magical dimension, just the biology of humans in general. Zarina sat in her corner muttering on about Gibbs free energy and entropy. “The universe favors randomness” she muttered to herself. It was a simple enough concept one she had a grasp on it, but getting the grasp is what challenged her. “So if there are tiny particles, the universe is more random then when there are in bigger clumps” she continued to mutter. She couldn’t believe that there were muggles who learned this type of information at the age of sixteen or seventeen, but then again she assumed they must know this type of information to get ahead in life considering they had no magic. It truly was amazing what they managed to go without magic. They seemed to get so far in such little time .Maybe the magical population could learn from them. If she wasn’t going into medicine she would love to learn about muggles. They really were the oddest things, yet they were fascinating in their culture and ways.

She was completely lost in her book. She was unaware of the time that had passed or the people around her. She hadn’t noticed the little café fill itself up, nor did she notice the number of university students in the room. She pushed back a few lose strands of hair out of her face and continued her attempt to finish with the assigned reading, she really did have to finish it, she needed to be able to participate in the class discussion. They were easy marks, and every mark counted. She needed to have the highest mark she could possibly achieve. Not only would it help her career but it would help her in every aspect of her life. It would make her parents proud of her; it would allow them to tell people that their child had good marks. It would also bring in good marriage proposals something that would ease her parents mind. She knew these thoughts were very backwards in this country, but back home, they were on the right trail, And maybe she would end up living here one day, but her husband would be from back home and she needed to please traditions. And she was an Indian girl through and through that meant arranged marriage. She was fine with this idea, she didn’t mind, she’d seen them work and had faith in her parents’ choice. They would find her a good man. They would find her an honest man, who would care for her and allow her to work as long as she managed to appease the expectations of marinating her home and taking care of the children. She had long ago accepted this to be a way of life. There was no point questioning it or even trying to date. It was simply better for her if she did what was expected. It just made life a whole lot easier.

A gasp left her lips as the words she was trying to read were suddenly covered in a brownish liquid. Back home she would have assumed it was Chai. But she knew it wasn’t Chai here, no one drank Chai here, not the authentic Chai anyways, they drank some fancy westernized version of it. “Shit” she cried, her Indian accent coming through. Her book was going to be ruined. For a small moment she forgot she was a witch, and all she could think of was salvaging her book. She looked up with narrowed eyes at the voice. The apology wasn’t sincere, no matter how naïve she was, even she could detect that this girl was not at all sorry. “Don’t waste your breath apologizing, we both know you don’t give a shit about what happened” Zarina snapped back, her accent lightly infiltrating her words. She fully expected the girl to mock it. She wouldn’t be surprised if she did. She didn’t like the look of this girl. She had snob written all over her. She also looked like someone who had plenty of money to spare and loved to spend it, in a fashion that Zarina would consider wasteful. Zarina was a cheap person, all her books were second hand, but she treated them like they were new, she knew that many students never even opened their books, so she had got hers second hand from one such student and saved more than 50% something she was quite happy about.

Zarina gingerly pulled the pages apart in an attempt to inspect the damage. She was not pleased to see it had gone through a good part of her book.
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words • 800 ish
notes • a little Indian mentality in there
tunes • live like your dying • the script <3
credit • SERENDIPITUS at caution2.0

[madeline]

Madeline dislikes, no- hate, having a lovely morning spoiled. In her opinion, things would go far lot better if there was less...idiots in the world. Less backstabbers, which might be a bit hypocritcal of her, would be nice too. A world where Madeline would have less people to take care, to protect. Namely, her mother. A part of Madeline was screaming with injustice. They, they dimwit Professors, were punishing her. Madeline was sure of it. An old grudge against her family, perhaps. But as the War is over, they seem to gather the thought that they were better than the Parkinsons. Especially after their fall from grace. Madeline resisted the urge to hex someone, anyone. She couldn't believe the way people think of her family name, as if they were just something to behold and than to throw away.

She resisted the urge to hunt down that clumsy boy and hex him until he couldn't breath. The healthy way to solve issues, as she's sure. However, it seemed like this girl isn't as forgiving as Madeline thought she should be. And of course, Madeline always have an opinion since...well, since the day of her birth really. At first impression, the girl seems like the type of person whom Madeline would avoid. She's one of those 'lets-save-the-world' types, if Madeline had to figure. But shouldn't they know by now? Perhaps the world doesn't deserve to be saved. For example, you die for some silly little girl, who was probably going to die anyways. It's called the cycle of life, really.

Very few people ever wanted to cross Madeline Parkinson. With a streak of vengeance and a titter-tatter history to go along with it, she can an absolute nightmare. Seeing you cry does nothing to her soul, something most people just assumes she has. Madelien wasn't too sure herself. The point is, she brought herself up. She toughened herself up. And at this rate, she was willing to step on anyone to get what she wants.

Therefore, you can imagine her surprise when the lady talked back to her. The nerve of her, can you simply believe it? Madeline stiffened immediately, her pride was in question now. And that, under any circumstances, was unacceptable.

It's always been a second habit of Madeline's to fight for what she believes in- which is just basically herself. Going through the things she did, it didn't leave her with a strong sense of trust. The only one should can, and should, depend on shoud always be yourself. To put faith in someone else would be a complete idiotic move. Who never know who you can trust, which is why Madeline hardly bothers to do it. Simple and easy.

Raising a delicate eyebrow, Madeline's lips curled up in a sneer. Ah- the famous Parkinson move. A glare, a smirk, a devious glint in the eye. No wonder why any sane first-year would fear those lovely ladies. " In case you were too involved in your book [ her smirk deepened at the word ], you might've noticed how someone ran into me. So let's try and pay more attention to the world, why don't we? "

Her tone was mocking and her body posture showed that she was enjoying every moment of this. Why shouldn't she? How dare this girl look at her with those judgy little eyes- as if Madeline was nothing more than someone here to ruin her precious book. Disgusting little hypocrite, Madeline thought- overthinking it as usual.

She stared down at the girl as she attempted to clear the book from the soggy remains of her coffee. A bitter feeling washed through her, but Madeline convinced herself it was just because it was barely noon and already someone was accusing her of something. So very typical.

Affronted and defensive, Madeline couldn't help herself. With a wicked look on her face, she daintly pulled out her wand. Looking almost innocent, she twirled it around her fingers for a few moment, as if pondering what to do with it. At long last, she pointed it at the book, silently casting the spell in her head. The coffee stain remained, but the the book was drying up with every second. So fast, the edges were burnt and still by the time Madeline put away her wand.

Fighting off the weird urge to laugh, Madeline shrugged casually. " You're welcome, " Madeline added coldly, as though she had just done this girl a favor.

[shona5]

Some of the students at the university never ceased to amaze her. They simply didn’t belong here in her opinion, they didn’t want to be here, they thought of themselves as to good for the school. So she was completely confused as to why they came if they hated it as much as they do. This girl was clearly one of them. Sophia could see it, written all over her face, the girl was a snob, she thought of herself as above everyone and everything, something Zarina couldn’t stand. She looked at the girl coldly. She would never have acted this way back home. Back in India if someone had spilt something all over her books she would have just brushed it off, not matter how rude the person was, that was because back in India there was always someone watching a girl’s behavior and the smallest wrong step and your parents would know. Here it was different. If you didn’t say something they would just walk all over you. They’d eat you alive, you had to fight here: not fighting would be a bigger crime, a crime where the price would be greater. You’d lose your dignity and people wouldn’t respect you.

Zarina really thought the girl deserved a slap, but it wasn’t her place to discipline a spoiled child. It was her mother and father’s fault the girl was like this. Children were a reflection of their parents. If the parents were a certain way the child would be the same way. It was apparent to Zarina that this girl’s mother and father were both rude individuals, who completely lacked self awareness that was the only way their child had become so spoiled, rude and obnoxious. “I wasn’t the one who was in the way of others now was I?” she said coldly “Apparently it’s you who should be aware of her surroundings”. She never blamed the girl for spilling the drink, she just couldn’t stand the fact that the girl’s tone. Zarina had never heard an apology as insincere as the one the girl had given here. Usually Zarina would have let it slide but her stress level was through the roof, with exams being so close. They were a few weeks away and Zarina wanted to do well. She had to do well a lot rode on these exams, and being a healer was all she ever wanted to be. She was so close now, if she lost it now, it would destroy her.

Zarina watched in horror as the girl pulled out her wand and pointed it at her book. Sure, her book was dry, but the stains remained and the edges were now burnt! Zarina placed her marker in the spot where she had left off and closed her book angrily. She thought of leaving, but she didn’t want to leave just yet. “Oh, do you expect me to thank you for burning my textbook? Zarina asked her accent becoming stronger as her temper rose. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her jaw tightened. The amount of disrespect this girl had in her was ridiculous. It wasn’t only the girls disrespect towards her, but also towards books. Of course to a brat like her books wouldn’t mean much, nor would knowledge or education. All that mattered to a girl like her was money and power. That much was clear to Zarina. The girl was hell sent to ruin her morning. Taking a deep breath Zarina tried to control her temper before she did something like slap the girl. She didn’t know why but using magic to harm the girl just didn’t occur to her, in her mind Magic should only be used to heal.

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words • 600 ish
notes • sorry its short
tunes • For you • smile empty soul
credit • SERENDIPITUS at caution2.0

[madeline]

In all honesty, Madeline probably isn't the nicest person you can hope to run into. But personally, she just doesn't care. As far as she's concerned, the world is full of evil- no point in fighting it. Might as well join the winning side, right? It's pointless to waste your time fighting for something called destiny. It's pointless to wait for love, especially if you're one of those saps who believe in it. The Wizarding Society has failed to acknowledge the Parkinsons, after everything they've done for them. From countless inventions to donations, the Parkinsons have always done what they thought was best. And in the past, it's proven to be successful.

But centuries later, the Society has the nerve to treat them as outcasts? Despite her 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude to pretty much everything, Madeline was stressed. Very stress, in a matter of fact. From sleepless nights of trying to persuade her professors to let her continue with her major to cranky mornings writing letters to her mother- you'd be hard put to find a moment when Madeline is completely and utterly happy.

Madeline has never been the healthy-venting kind of person. No, the pain has to be shared. It was just too much to carry alone, all by herself. But she wasn't a pity case, no- far from it. Madeline knew that she had potential, but the world is just failing to notice it. Something that she doesn't take lightly, by the way. There are so many ways that she can help the society, make things better. After all, if there's one person who can do it all- it's Madeline Audrey Parkinson. At least, it's what she's been telling herself for the last nineteen years.

But, no doubt, to this ignorant girl- Madeline was just another 'had it all' Snake. Vicious for no good reason, spends all night partying, and hates muggles just for the good of it. How dare she assume anything about Madeline! Especially after her moment of kindness, something that rarely happens. Why should she, Madeline, help others when they pointly ignore her needs? Her mother's needs?

But it was the girl's tone that irriated Madeline. True, it was only partly her fault. But it wasn't as if Madeline has asked to be knocked aside. That doesn't exactly make her morning, not that it's been a ray of sunshine so far. But you'd expect her to be tired, with no energy and whatnot. However, this is Madeline we're talking about here. And when she's tired, she's cranky. When she's exhausted, she's a living nightmare.

Glaring at the dotting girl in front of, Madeline was showing every reason why she is in the house of Snakes. Assuming that here's a loving part inside her, it's far gone now. At least, at the present moment.

" Are you lecturing me? " Madeline scoffed. Countless students and professors have attempted to mold her into what they think is best. Silly pathetic little things. Madeline loved herself for who she is. " Do you honestly think that I give a rat's tail about whether or not your precious book is ruined? "

Most people would've thought this is cruel. But it's just another, tiring day for Madeline. Clearly, she wasn't in the best of moods. Her lips curling in a sneer, Madeline tossed her hair behind her shoulder. Honestly, it was like a scene from a fairytale. Madeline was the wicked witch of the Hallows.

Scoffing and resisting the urge not to laugh in front of her face, Madeline couldn't help but make a slight remark. " Haven't you heard? It's polite to thank someone. " Clearly, manners and whatnot were important to this girl. So why not throw it back at her face?

[shona5]

Zarina had the strongest urge to take her coffee, which was still scalding hot thanks to a nifty little spell she’d placed on it, and throw it at the girl. She simply couldn’t stand the girls attitude. But she thought better of it. Forcing herself to resist her urge, she picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip of it. She felt the warm liquid burn its way down her throat. Ya Allah. She really did need more of it. She didn’t know how she would possibly survive without the rich brown liquid. Grimacing she felt herself calm down a bit. She knew the physically coffee increased one’s heart rate, meaning more blood was being pumped at an increased rate throughout her body, something that would help keep her more alert, yet it had the oddest effect on her. It calmed her down. But it did help her think clearly. She was still quite angry with the girl, but she no longer had the urge to harm her. Taking another sip of her coffee she decided that karma would get this girl back. Karma always gave people what they deserved and in this girl’s case it would be a very, very rude awakening. Zarina simply hoped the girl would be strong enough to deal with it when the time came. Because if she wasn’t her whole world would crumble.

“Apparently you’ve never been to a lecture, or you’d know what one is. But I wouldn’t expect that someone like you would attend classes” Zarina stated calmly. She wasn’t sure where the words were coming from. She wasn’t usually this mean. But at the moment that was all that was happening. Words she’d never usually string together were being strung together and they were coming out of her mouth. It was as though she’d forgotten to think before she spoke. It wasn’t something she was particularly thrilled out, Zarina wasn’t a mean person, at least she didn’t want to be. She wanted to be a nice person. She wanted to help others not hurt them. Hurting one and other never did much good. History was proof of that: wars both wizarding and muggle had proved to only solve things temporarily. It always did more harm than it did good. It just seemed that the worlds powers had yet to learn that for when they did they may just be able to move in a better direction, but until then war seemed to be the only option in their eyes.

Zarina raised her eyes to the girl’s “No, I don’t” she replied coldly. She continued to drink her coffee. She might as well leave. She had other places where she could study and there was no point in her wasting her time here with this girl. She still had material to cover and time wasn’t waiting for her. She would have to work hard if she wanted to get far in life. She finished the last of her coffee and placed the empty cup on the table. She looked at the with raised eyebrows as the girl attempted to get her to thank her for ruining her book. “You may want to practice what you preach” she told the girl in an even tone. She looked around the table and started to place her things in her bag. She closed it and put in on her shoulder adjusting the strap until it sat comfortable on her shoulder. She then stood up and gathered the mug and plate the café had given her with her food. “You may as well sit down here to avoid ruining someone else’s day and wasting their time” she told the girl coldly before walking away to return the dishes and leave the café.