Post by DYLAN MAZANI on Dec 14, 2012 11:51:48 GMT -5
Dylan lowered her gaze. Attempting to keep her feelings and emotions bottled up inside. The way she wanted to. Suffering was easier when she knew she was protecting someone else. That was why she was more than happy to stand between her siblings and her mother. She hated herself now because of it and every shred of confidence that she had a couple of years ago was nearly gone. But she dealt with the pain and worked through the sadness and forced herself to pretend that nothing was wrong even though the world was crashing down. When the wizarding war hit, she feared for her mother. Even now, she feared for her mother. But she feared her mother too. She didn't want to lose her but at the same time she was beginning to realize that every chance of peace and having a tranquil life was the opposite of what she had now.
"It isn't that simple. You can't pretend to be hero. For all you know, you could end up hurting someone else or hurting the people you care about most in an effort to protect them. Is it really worth that? Dylan looked up at him finally, breaking her gaze from the floor. She'd be damned before she let him risk himself for her. "After all, I'm some girl in Gryffindor. Sure, we're the same house, but you're gone in a year. I don't like to get my hopes up." She said pointedly. It helped most when people stayed away from her. There were several journals in the bottom of her trunk where she wrote of all her frustrations and anger. It was easiest to hide her truest feelings from everyone around her.
"I've read it." She said, pushing the book back to him gently. She took a step backwards and looked down. She hadn't. She had no desire to read. She didn't need to be reminded of how awful her time in Hogwarts was now. She remembered her first and second year. While they were bad, they weren't awful. There were smiling faces and happy laughter. Now the hallways were dark and dangerous. And she wanted no reminder. It was hard enough.
