Post by Felicity Locke on Feb 16, 2008 1:59:30 GMT
(Memory of when Felicity was Seven. This is after her father's accident in the healing center which ultimately took his life
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Felicity stood there, her usual bright eyes dull, and set downcast. Clutched in her hands was a white flower, which trembled because of Fay's trembling hands. Her mother stood next to her, sniffling softly. In front of them lay a coffin, with one of her father’s co-workers rambling off some speech he wrote about how Robert Locke was a great man. Felicity had blocked all of this out though. It was as if she was numb.
They lowered the coffin into the ground and with a quick flick of their wands, covered it with dirt. Felicity walked over and placed her flower on the spot where the coffin was. Her mother flung herself to the ground and was clutching at the grass that covered the coffin.
“No, no! You can’t leave me! You can’t leave me alone!”
Felicity turned away from her mother and started to walk away. A tear rolled down her cheek and disappeared into the ground.
Felicity called to her mother from the other room, while drying her hands with the towel. She had just finished scrubbing the dishes, even though it would’ve been much easier for her mum to just charm them. But they were putting on the Muggle façade now, so magic was out of the question.
Fay and her mother had moved away from their old house, because of her mother’s despair. They were now trying to pretend to be Muggles, though it was getting harder and harder. Mostly because Felicity was having a hard time adjusting. Her father had always encouraged whatever magic Fay had managed to accomplish.
“MUM!”
Felicity shouted again, finally flinging the towel down on the counter. Today was her eleventh birthday, and her mother seemed to have forgotten all about. Ever since they had arrived in this Muggle town all her mother has done is brood in her room. Felicity was the one who was cooking, cleaning, and shopping for whatever they needed. Her mother barely responded to Fay anymore, all she did was mutter Robert’s name.
The little witch pushed open her mother’s bedroom door and went over to open the blinds. Her mother gave a groan from the bed.
“Mum you need to get up. You’ve gotta get up. You can’t just sit here all day. Come on.”
Felicity went over to her mother and grabbed her arm, trying to help her out of bed. Her mother gave a little jerk and pushed Fay back.
“Don’t touch me!” Her mother gave a shriek and shoved Felicity again. Fay stumbled back slightly, taken off guard. Her eyes tightened and tears formed around the rims. “Fine then.” The girl muttered, before turning around and rushing out of the room. She slammed the door and ran outside.
Felicity had managed to find the park, and no one seemed to be around. She swung slowly back and forth on the swing, sniffing every so often. One of her neighbors, a small little devilish boy, came over to her.
“Hey, you. Weird chick.”
Fay looked up at the boy, blinking slightly. Oh god, what did he want? The little boy gave her his wicked grin.
“I heard your mum won’t go out of the house. What’s wrong with her? Someone finally break it to her that no one likes her?”
The little veela clung onto the swing’s handles more tightly, trying to restrain herself from getting too angry. Whenever she got very mad, something bad usually happened.
“No, she’s still sad over what happened to my dad. Go away Johnny.” Felicity muttered and jumped off of the swing. She turned to walk back to her house, but the little boy caught her arm. He dug his fingers into her arm and she whirled back around, glaring at him.
“Let me go Johnny.”
“No chance little Fee. I know what really happened. You guys can’t hide it anymore.” He grinned at her again, that wicked little grin of his. Felicity stiffened instantly, and her expression was guarded.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Johnny. Go home.”
The boy, Johnny, laughed again. He tightened his grin on her arm, still smirking at her. “Your dad left your mum did he? Finally saw what she really was. Your mum is nothing but a shallow low-life little Fee. And nothing you say can change that.”
Felicity felt her hand clench into a fist, and her eyes narrow. Her teeth clenched together. “Take it back.”
“Make me.”
A hiss escaped through her teeth. Vines from one of the walls of the old school snaked over to the boy and wrapped themselves around his legs. He started to scream and thrive, trying to rip the vines away.
“WITCH! MONSTER! SHE’S A MONSTER!”
Felicity shook her head and turned the opposite direction. She ran off toward her house, not looking back to see what happened to John. Fay couldn’t look. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t disappoint her father again. She couldn’t let her mother worry again.
Please don't respond (: )
Felicity stood there, her usual bright eyes dull, and set downcast. Clutched in her hands was a white flower, which trembled because of Fay's trembling hands. Her mother stood next to her, sniffling softly. In front of them lay a coffin, with one of her father’s co-workers rambling off some speech he wrote about how Robert Locke was a great man. Felicity had blocked all of this out though. It was as if she was numb.
They lowered the coffin into the ground and with a quick flick of their wands, covered it with dirt. Felicity walked over and placed her flower on the spot where the coffin was. Her mother flung herself to the ground and was clutching at the grass that covered the coffin.
“No, no! You can’t leave me! You can’t leave me alone!”
Felicity turned away from her mother and started to walk away. A tear rolled down her cheek and disappeared into the ground.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Mum!” Felicity called to her mother from the other room, while drying her hands with the towel. She had just finished scrubbing the dishes, even though it would’ve been much easier for her mum to just charm them. But they were putting on the Muggle façade now, so magic was out of the question.
Fay and her mother had moved away from their old house, because of her mother’s despair. They were now trying to pretend to be Muggles, though it was getting harder and harder. Mostly because Felicity was having a hard time adjusting. Her father had always encouraged whatever magic Fay had managed to accomplish.
“MUM!”
Felicity shouted again, finally flinging the towel down on the counter. Today was her eleventh birthday, and her mother seemed to have forgotten all about. Ever since they had arrived in this Muggle town all her mother has done is brood in her room. Felicity was the one who was cooking, cleaning, and shopping for whatever they needed. Her mother barely responded to Fay anymore, all she did was mutter Robert’s name.
The little witch pushed open her mother’s bedroom door and went over to open the blinds. Her mother gave a groan from the bed.
“Mum you need to get up. You’ve gotta get up. You can’t just sit here all day. Come on.”
Felicity went over to her mother and grabbed her arm, trying to help her out of bed. Her mother gave a little jerk and pushed Fay back.
“Don’t touch me!” Her mother gave a shriek and shoved Felicity again. Fay stumbled back slightly, taken off guard. Her eyes tightened and tears formed around the rims. “Fine then.” The girl muttered, before turning around and rushing out of the room. She slammed the door and ran outside.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Felicity had managed to find the park, and no one seemed to be around. She swung slowly back and forth on the swing, sniffing every so often. One of her neighbors, a small little devilish boy, came over to her.
“Hey, you. Weird chick.”
Fay looked up at the boy, blinking slightly. Oh god, what did he want? The little boy gave her his wicked grin.
“I heard your mum won’t go out of the house. What’s wrong with her? Someone finally break it to her that no one likes her?”
The little veela clung onto the swing’s handles more tightly, trying to restrain herself from getting too angry. Whenever she got very mad, something bad usually happened.
“No, she’s still sad over what happened to my dad. Go away Johnny.” Felicity muttered and jumped off of the swing. She turned to walk back to her house, but the little boy caught her arm. He dug his fingers into her arm and she whirled back around, glaring at him.
“Let me go Johnny.”
“No chance little Fee. I know what really happened. You guys can’t hide it anymore.” He grinned at her again, that wicked little grin of his. Felicity stiffened instantly, and her expression was guarded.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Johnny. Go home.”
The boy, Johnny, laughed again. He tightened his grin on her arm, still smirking at her. “Your dad left your mum did he? Finally saw what she really was. Your mum is nothing but a shallow low-life little Fee. And nothing you say can change that.”
Felicity felt her hand clench into a fist, and her eyes narrow. Her teeth clenched together. “Take it back.”
“Make me.”
A hiss escaped through her teeth. Vines from one of the walls of the old school snaked over to the boy and wrapped themselves around his legs. He started to scream and thrive, trying to rip the vines away.
“WITCH! MONSTER! SHE’S A MONSTER!”
Felicity shook her head and turned the opposite direction. She ran off toward her house, not looking back to see what happened to John. Fay couldn’t look. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t disappoint her father again. She couldn’t let her mother worry again.
