Post by Macaria Riddle on May 19, 2006 23:49:56 GMT -5
Macaria sat on the lake's edge, her chin in her hands as she watched the waves fall over the water's surface. She felt ... unneeded. After all, she was merely a first year, and what could she do? She still had a long way to go until she was even close to being a mere fraction of what her father was. And she still needed to meet her cousin, Salvador. He was supposed to help Contessa and herself. But, then again, she didn't want to meet him. It would be she would be involving herself deeper into these plans, and even though her father gave her orders to help bring the Riddle name back into power, she was still afraid. Curse emotions and their way to wriggle into someone and ruin everything. This was just all too complicated, and she didn't know what to do anymore.
A wave of worry, frustration and anxiety rushed over the eleven-year-old blonde as a sob escaped her lips, burying her face into her knees. As the little girl sobbed on the lakeside, she no longer felt like the daughter of a Riddle, or someone of importance - but like a scared, lost child who didn't know what to do. Her body shook as her sobbing grew louder, and she was sure people could hear her. But would they do anything? No ... that was how this place was. All of them were so cold and distant to the younger children. The Gryffindors, the supposed 'heroes' wanted nothing to do with the younger students, and so did the other three houses. That was what Macaria didn't like about this place the most - the loneliness. She was lonely here, and didn't have a true friend. She'd been here for months, and she had yet to befriend someone, anyone, in her year.
Her sobs continued to roll across the grassy hills of Hogwarts as Macaria sat near the lake, wishing for the loneliness to go away and for some warmth to take its place.
A wave of worry, frustration and anxiety rushed over the eleven-year-old blonde as a sob escaped her lips, burying her face into her knees. As the little girl sobbed on the lakeside, she no longer felt like the daughter of a Riddle, or someone of importance - but like a scared, lost child who didn't know what to do. Her body shook as her sobbing grew louder, and she was sure people could hear her. But would they do anything? No ... that was how this place was. All of them were so cold and distant to the younger children. The Gryffindors, the supposed 'heroes' wanted nothing to do with the younger students, and so did the other three houses. That was what Macaria didn't like about this place the most - the loneliness. She was lonely here, and didn't have a true friend. She'd been here for months, and she had yet to befriend someone, anyone, in her year.
Her sobs continued to roll across the grassy hills of Hogwarts as Macaria sat near the lake, wishing for the loneliness to go away and for some warmth to take its place.