RP: It begins with a letter
: 28th September, 1975Character(s)
: Marlene McKinnon, Remus LupinLocation
: Astronomy TowerStatus
: Marlene and Remus meet in the Astronomy Tower after she receives a worrysome letter from her parents Completion
It was late at night and Marlene should probably have been in bed a while ago, or if not, she should at least be in her common room or dormitory, which were the only places where she was allowed to be at this time of the day. But even though she had never been one to disobey rules, she had sneaked out of the Ravenclaw tower about half an hour ago and had made her way to the astronomy tower in a sneaky way that would have made any Slytherin proud.
About an hour ago she had received a letter. The same big, black, threatening owl which had delivered her father’s howler in her first year had been taping impatiently on the window, waiting for someone to let it in, looking at her imperiously. Rolling her eyes, Marlene had let the owl in, expecting a silly or useless letter. However, when she had read the first line, her heart had stopped, if that was physically possible, before starting beating again. She had had to read the letter a dozen of times before getting its full meaning and, clutching the letter in her trembling fist, she had sneaked out of the common room, making her way to the empty astronomy tower where she now sat in a corner, her knees brought up against her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. After reading the letter for the fifteenth time if not the hundredth one, she folded it again, her fingers still slightly shaking.
Her mother was in St. Mungos. That was nothing new… but she was in a deep coma and that, however, was not something she was used to. The fact that most of the healers were not sure about her recovery worried her even more. She was afraid for her mother’s life but, in a selfish way, she was also worried for hers, and her sister’s. What would happen to them if their mother died, if they were left alone with their father? There would be no way out of the dull and oppressed life that was waiting for them in that case. They would have to do as they were told, with nobody to defend them, only someone to patronize and control them, when not hitting them.
Slowly, she slipped her letter in her pyjama pants pocket, shivering lightly as the cool air blew around, making her air stand on her bare arms. She had not bothered getting dressed, she had left the common in such a fast and mindless way that the only thing she had brought with her had been the letter, not caring if the night air might be too cold for someone only wearing pyjama pants with a tank top. Sighing, she rested her arms on her knees, absentmindedly tracing the faint scars on her arms which had been there for a few years already. Her father was quite fond of pocket knifes… suddenly, a small sound came to her ears and made her look up. She was pretty much sure that the said sound was the one of foot steps coming her way. She bit her bottom lip, waiting anxiously, hoping not to get into trouble.