A Letter of Rejection (Juliette)

[caedon lane rothshrine]

The scene at the top of the Astronomy tower was one that not many would have seen on a normal day. It wasn’t as though there was anything better to do, so the Gryffindor male had decided to come up here, books scattered along the surface of the concrete floor. For the most part they were set open, their pages lightly damp from the water trying to come onto the balcony. It was raining, pouring actually and there was very little the boy could do to stop it. Getting angered by the water seeping into his books, he finally pulled out his wand and placed a shield charm around the scene, preventing the water from contaminating his books further. He dried off the books with a simple spell, and sighed to himself as he placed the wand back into his robes. The shield remained intact, but at the cost of him being able to hear anyone coming up on him. For the moment he didn’t need any contact with the outside world because he was admirably busy with homework, as well as a letter that lay half-way done beside his books. The letter, what was legible, could be read as entitled to his father. It had been awhile since he had actually sat down and written his family, but the letter he had received recently had cause for him to write home once again.

Caedon picked up the most recent letter he had received and began scribbling slight notes on the side of it, writing down the things that had caught his interest the most. He picked up the other letter and began writing, scribbling quickly as if the letter was of the utmost importance. To his side on the concrete bench, rested a large owl, her black feathers rustling against the air as if impatient for a flight. Caedon looked at her and petted her on the head, and in return he received a slight nip on the hand of affection. He smiled at her and returned to the more important matter at hand. Once he was finished writing the notes of the side of the letter, he returned to the half written letter that was within an arms reach. He brushed the feather end of the quill he was using across his lips, and then added more words to the letter, taking note to mention the muggle neighbor of his that was causing so much grief. She wasn’t s really his type, so he was writing partly in the fact that he wanted his father to let her down easily. He needed her to be let down easily, because he had other things in mind, well, other people in mind. He had his sights set on a female of the Ravenclaw house, but that was just something everybody need not know, and if they did, it was probably best that they not speak of such things.

Caedon finished the letter and began sealing it away in an envelope, sealing it with the family crest as a seal. At the conclusion of the letter, he stuck it out to the bird and she clapped her beak over it, extending his wings for flight and disappearing out of view within a few moments. Caedon smiled to himself, and went back to the homework which was at hand. He pulled a rather large bestiary text from the bottom of the pile of books within his back pack. Just as he turned open the text, he heard the side Astronomy tower door creak open, and he let the book fall to the floor. He cursed himself slightly as he reached for the book, looking up once it was in his hands again, mainly to see who was there.

[juliette cassandra black]

Juliette's nights were becoming more and more interesting, she feared. The night previously she'd exchanged a series of letters with an anonymous Gryffindor student in need of some 'love advice' and at the end of his (evidently very short) tether. Juliette had shook it out of her head for the normal day, where she sat in classes, ate and read, but now, now she had free time, and it was plaguing her mind. How could somebody complain about being in love with too many people? In Juliette's experience people usually complained about not being in love, or of somebody else not being in love with them. For someone who had had very little experience of this sort at all, Juliette certainly knew a lot. She knew that there was Gryffindors painfully in love with their Slytherin arch-enemies and Hufflepuffs who felt unworthy of the attention of people from other houses. As someone who was very quiet, she certainly heard a lot- usually because she was so pale, short and silent that people rarely noticed her.

And that was a burden and a blessing to two ways. It meant people never interrupted her, that she could get on with her day merely by keeping her head down and shyly smiling occasionally. It meant that people rarely bothered her with their problems and that she could escape and live in her little world in peace. But it also meant that if she ever needed help, then no one could hear her. Nobody could hear her anyway, she so rarely spoke, and kept her observations in her head. One day she would be noticed, and she would hate it, but it would be a change.
She supposed that Analeigh was the one in the pair that people noticed. She would never have stuck them together as sisters, until last year before the virus when they had realised that they shared a connection. Analeigh was beautiful, tall, blonde- a real showstopper. Guys would peer down the corridor after her, and even in a bad mood she was ravishing. You couldn't help but notice Analeigh. Juliette was evidently the opposite. Mousy, short and dark haired. Sometimes she would have loved to have been like Analeigh, but it wasn't meant to be, and she was content in her own skin.

So, this evening she headed up to the Astronomy tower. Out of old habit, she loved to gaze at the stars before she went to bed; for ten minutes; an hour. Sometimes she even fell asleep.

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