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Darla Applerose
Trying to feel.
Fri Jan 21, 2011 00:39
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Darla, insistent on flying this rainy day, walked with a purpose, her custom-made broom in hand. Her wavy brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and it bounced along with her Quidditch boots. As she stepped out into the rain, not caring where her boot stepped, whether it was mud or just grass, she mounted her broom and zoomed into the air.

It was obvious that she was upset.

The usually meticulous girl was flying with muddy boots, getting her flying robes soaked. She quickly cast an anti-slipping charm onto her broom and flew around, allowing the harsh drops of rain to slash her face. She flew fast and hard and went around the large pitch several times before she could feel the tears in her eyes begin to form. She hadn't felt the urge to sob till right now, in her favourite form.

The rain mixed with her salty tears, tears that blurred her vision as she zoomed around the pitch. She was beginning to get more unsteady, and she tried to focus herself so she wouldn't fall and die, or crash into the stands. The rain was pounding down into the earth, and she felt like pounding down with it. Reason? Her grandfather. Her beloved grandfather, all the way in Surrey, England, was dying. When her own father hadn't been a father to her, he had been there. Now what was she going to do without him?

Darla angrily wiped the tears away with one hand and focused her senses again. She was feeling numb. Numb. Too numb to feel angry, or hurt, or a sense of loss. It would take a miracle to heal him completely, the healer had said. Darla lowered and skimmed the ground, and one of her boots caught in the mud and she went flying off her broom. Thankfully, her face had been spared, but her robes had not. The usually self-conscious witch couldn't feel the rain pelting her, and she buried her face into her mud-stained hands.

Darla took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. If she didn't have a reign on her emotions, what else did she have? Darla heard footsteps squishing in the mud in front of her.

    • Hate to FeelMathias Reid, Sat Jan 22 18:13
      The campus was always full of people, but on a rainy day like this they would all be sensibly huddling inside. Matt, on the other hand, was going for a walk. Someplace open was what he needed right... more
      • I'm with you thereDarla Applerose, Mon Jan 24 22:29
        Darla sniffed and recognised Matt as he walked blindly through the rain. He seemed carefree right now, walking through the rain. The last time she'd met him, well, the first time too, he'd seemed... more
        • I'm glad someone agreesMatt, Tue Jan 25 17:46
          He didn't really want to tear his ears away from the storm, but he pushed himself into a more vertical sitting position and turned towards her. "Hey, Darla." Matt was a bit surprised that she was... more
          • Re: I'm glad someone agreesDarla, Wed Jan 26 17:51
            Insanity. Darla let out a breath. That was the right word for everything. "Yes," she agreed. "Everything's maddening these days." She sniffed, trying to control her voice. She didn't want to start... more
            • But feeling is important too.Matt, Thu Jan 27 19:17
              Matt was uncertain about what to say or if Darla even really expected him to say anything. She was silent as well, so he turned his face towards the clouds, feeling the cool rain strike against him... more
              • But it hurts too much.Darla, Sun Jan 30 20:27
                Darla wasn't sure how Matt would react to what she'd just told him, but in a moment, he shared his condolences, and she felt like crying again. Then he embraced her, sort of, and she felt the urge to ... more
                • Lost on how to reply, Matt just nodded silently. He'd always found it sad how one could die both physically and mentally. It was just another blow to the people they left behind them. He hugged her... more
                  • Darla wasn't exactly the type to vent out her problems and troubles to people. It was a sign of weakness, at least in her mind, so she tried to keep it in. It wasn't exactly like she had had many... more
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