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Post by Millie Croft on Nov 17, 2012 20:21:31 GMT
  It was finally the end of her first week back at Hogwarts, and Millie hardly felt like she'd been away, at least not really. After all she'd spent most of her summer living in The Leaky Cauldron, isolated in her room except for when she'd been out to buy her school supplies. It had been a hard summer, a life changing one and she'd needed the time away from everyone, even her friends who were still unaware about what had happened, as far as they were all concerned she was still welcomed back home with her overbearing parents...when that was so far from the truth.
In all honesty she'd left home, and not willingly mind you. There was less than a a year left till she was sixteen, less that a year left until she was due to marry the man chosen for her. For so many years now she'd gone along with her parents, gone along with their plan to marry her to a complete stranger, have her drop out of school and she refused to bow to them anymore. Millie was just tired, she didn't want to hide who she was anymore, hide her real self. She was gay that was it and telling her parents had been the final step in truly accepting herself.
They hadn't been too accepting though. In fact when she'd told them she was gay, they'd laughed, refusing to believe that any offspring of theirs could be one of them kind of people. In fact her Father had lashed out when she tried to convince them, and told her the wedding was going ahead, either that or she was no longer welcome. "I'm gay Father and I'm not hiding anymore, I won't let you force me into a marriage, a loveless one. This is me, this is how I'm living my life now, and if that's not good enough for either of you then fine, I'll go." That had been it, she'd turned, packed a bag raided her savings and left the mansion she'd called home for so long.
Closing her eyes, Millie let out a deep sigh and lifted the flask to her lips as her legs dangled over the edge of Hogwarts roof, the air still relatively warm. Yes she was drinking, not much, just a little firewhiskey to take the edge off. The crushing reality of being alone was hitting her slowly, unlike her friends, she had no one to write home to. As far as her parents were concerned she didn't exist anymore, and that pained her, but in another way she was happy to be free and out from beneath them. Lifting the flask to her lips she paused, lowering the flask she glanced over her shoulder to see....
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Post by Ronan Foxwell on Nov 19, 2012 1:14:30 GMT
It was his sixth year at Hogwarts and he couldn't possibly be dreading it more. At home, his parents were supportive of him, boosting his confidence for the new year. School, however, was a different story. People would stare at him, sometimes even make fun of him. He couldn't sign or write on his notepad without being gawked at and he couldn't stand it any longer. School had always been like this for him, even when he went to Muggle elementary, so it wasn't that much different for him. What was different was that he was fed up after only a week. Perhaps it was due to the stress of trying to learn non-verbal spells before he was taught them, and Ronan was terrified of falling behind so early in the year.
Instead of going to his dormitory, he slipped up to the roof for some quiet time. He needed time to think and collect himself before he went batsh*t insane. Suddenly, there was a loud sigh and Ronan stopped in his tracks. It sounded feminine, and stressed. Join the club, he thought. Taking a few steps forward, the girl came into view. He'd seen her around and knew for sure that she was a fellow Ravenclaw but he'd never learned her name. She held a flask in her hand and it was obvious that she wasn't having such a great week either. The mute must have made noise because she turned around and looked over her shoulder at him.
He waved pathetically, then began signing jibberish in his attempt to explain himself. The notepad he had tied to a string around his neck hit his arm and he wanted to smack himself. Idiot, most people don't know sign language. Stop acting like a freak. You might scare her. With the notepad and pen in his hands, he removed it from around his neck, scrawling a hasty explanation.
Sorry, I didn't know anyone else
came up here. It's been a rough week.
Just needed to get away for a while.
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Post by Millie Croft on Nov 20, 2012 1:21:33 GMT
Thankfully for Millie it wasn't someone she was particularly good friends with, the last thing she needed was her friends taking one look at her and knowing something was wrong. Tay more specifically already seemed to be sensing something off with Millie, but had yet to ask her about it, for which Millie was thankful. Millie smiled slightly at the boy she immediately recognized as Ronan Foxwell, a sixth year from her own house. No they weren't particularly close but she knew him, she knew everyone in her house. Also she knew him to be something of a mute, "Hey there..." she said softly, her smile a little more welcoming.
Ronan went on to sign something and Millie simply stared back at him clueless, having no idea what he was saying. As he began scribbling on the note pad around his neck, Millie smiled a little more, reading the note as he held it out. Waving him off she smiled and nodded for him to sit down, "Don't apologize, I guess it's been one of them weeks for most of us..." she commented, though it had been one of those weeks for her for the last two months and it was kind of depressing now the more she thought of it.
"Plenty of room up here for one more Ravenclaw...fancy some?" she asked, shooting him a kind smile before taking a sip from her flask. Swallowing the liquid she turned to Ronan and after a pause held the flask out towards him, not sure whether he'd wanna take a drink or not but she was being friendly and he looked like he could use something like that right now. "So what's made you want to escape up here?"
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Post by Ronan Foxwell on Nov 25, 2012 20:24:46 GMT
Millie seemed not to mind that he was there, and he let out a sigh of relief. No one ever wanted him around because he brought that awkwardness with him, so he was definitely pleased when she didn't seem to mind. She also had, had a bad week. She offered him the flask and he nodded with a smile, taking it and taking a drink after sitting next to her. Ronan was thinking that she had the right idea carrying firewhiskey with her and stored that idea away for later. Life was too rough for him to get through without a little liquid help at times. He handed the flask back to her, writing a line or two and holding the notepad to where she could see.
Don't mind if I do. Thanks. Also,
I'm Ronan. I'm not sure if I've ever
introduced myself.
Ronan wasn't at all shy about the reason he was sitting on the roof. It was pretty much obvious to everyone that he was on the outside looking in and most of his classmates couldn't bear to be around him. If they weren't avoiding him, they were bullying him or pitying him, and he couldn't handle either. Millie hadn't done any of those things so far, and he felt quite at ease with her, even though they hadn't been conversing for long. He stopped for a second, listening to her question, and he put the pen to the paper. A few more lines were written and he showed her. If Ronan was anything, he was honest.
Well, I've been having problems.
The usual, bullies and that. It's
just hard coming back here from
home because my parents are the
only ones who give me strength to
come here, you know?
It's always the same, so I shouldn't
be so worked up about it already.
What about you? If you don't mind my
asking, that is.
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Post by Millie Croft on Nov 29, 2012 20:59:02 GMT
Millie smiled slightly as Ronan took the flask from her, watching as he wrote something down on the board he carried all over with himself. Part of her felt bad, knowing it must be hard for him. Accepting the flask back she took another sip before screwing the lid back on and turning to see what he'd written. Smiling softly she nodded her head, "Millie...I've seen you around." she said softly, brushing her hair back from her face she turned to look out in front of her, sighing lightly as she tried to straighten the rampant thoughts in her head, unable to believe her life had gone this way, they told her it was wrong but it didn't feel wrong admitting the truth about herself, in fact it was freeing. Right now she figured she was simply grieving for her parents.
Ronan began writing again at her question and she waited patiently, staring down to the flask in her hands already feeling the calming effects of the alcohol as it began to work it's way through her system. Turning back to Ronan she read his pad and frowned slightly, shaking her head, "I'm sorry Ronan, people can be jerks...it'people attack what they don't understand, they just need to get to know you. Maybe some of them just don't know how to do that..." she suggested.
"I don't mind you asking no but I'm not too sure I have it all sorted out in my head..." she admitted, sighing softly and shrugging her shoulders. Fiddling with the flask in her hands she figured there was no harm in talking to someone, in time it was all going to come out anyway so why not just tell someone. "I finally came out to my parents, effectively putting a halt to the arranged marriage they'd set up for me...they weren't too accepting. Instead of being happy I was finally honest about who I was they kicked me out, I've been living in Diagon Alley this summer...just hurts ya know...parents are supposed to be the two people you can rely on for anything...mine would rather I live hiding who I am.
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Post by Ronan Foxwell on Dec 14, 2012 4:17:03 GMT
He nodded. She was right. People just didn't know how to go about speaking to him, maybe thinking that he was deaf and/or dumb. Or they were just afraid of him, or of saying the wrong thing to him. Millie though, she didn't mind him. He was just a normal guy to her, minus all the talking. It certainly was comforting to know that not everyone was looking down on him.
Her story was heartbreaking. Ronan, who relied on his parents for nearly everything he had, couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like if they didn't want him around. His situation was different, he knew, but not so much so that he couldn't understand her pain. How horrible it would be to be completely on your own, disowned by your family simply for being who you are. His eyebrows furrowed in concern for a girl he'd just formally met, and it sincerely bothered him that there was nothing he could do to help her.
A few seconds of silence passed. Ronan at first wasn't sure what to say, then he touched the pen gently to the paper, dark letters forming beneath the tip.
I'm sorry.
He stopped writing again, looking up at her to see her facial expression. A second passed and then he was writing again.
At least now you're away from them.
Maybe they'll come around after a while,
once they realize that they're wrong.
At least you have friends here who
will try to keep your mind from the
whole situation.
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