Fly Away(Open)

[Emily Hawkins]

The sun was just starting to set over the mountains as Emily began to climb the steps of the Owlery, careful to not step in any of the owl droppings that occasionally were crusted on the stone steps. In her hand she held a small letter, closed with a yellow wax seal. As she climbed, a few owls flew over her head, forcing Emily to brush away the feathers that began to fall down upon her. That was one thing that she always hated about the Owlery...All the owls.

At last she reached the top of the tower and she let out a sigh. An elevator was definatly in need for those that don't prefer physical activity outside of flying. Brushing a strand of curly hair out of her chocolate eyes, she walked over to one of the windows and looked out over the hills and mountains. The scenery here was beautiufl, so much better than any other location on the school grounds. Her eyes shifted down to the letter she held in her hand and she stared at it awkwardly. It was to her parents, the first letter she had written them since her first year at Hogwarts. After a moment of staring at it, she took it in both hands and ripped it in half. There was no point in sending them a letter...They'd never send one back.

She let the torn letter pieces fall the to the ground as she rested her arms on the window, her eyes looking once again over the mountains.

[Rose Weasley]

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‘Dearest, darlingest, Mommsy and Papapopcile… Ok so she was not exactly Galinda from Wicked, but she sure felt like that. Her mother insisted that she write a weekly update to her so that Rose of course could never do anything without her parents knowing. She was not exactly the best liar and for some reason in writing, she was even worse. There were only one or two things she had been able to keep from her mother and that was simply because she had filled the letter with other useless fillers and had run out of room and never brought it up. Rose gave a small sigh as she twirled the enveloped, stuffed with pieces of parchment from her last book of a week in the life of Rose Weasley. There wasn’t much to tell yet, but she rather write the letter then get a howler asking what she did that was so bad she couldn’t tell her mother….James would be a relentless form of teasing if that happened.

Rose quietly pushed open the door of the Owlery and walked inside, looking for her owl, that she shared with her brother, and called him down quickly. “Ok Nestor…take this to mother so she doesn’t spaz. And wait for a reply or she’ll get sick with worry again and write me 10 letters in a period of 3 days like she did last year.” Rose said with a slight snicker at the thought. Nestor gave her a small nip of affection and flew out the topmost window of the tower so as not to disturb the girl who was at the main window.

Rose noticed her quickly enough and gave a small smile. She recognized her….somewhat…she knew she was a Hufflepuff but aside from that she was going blank on name and year. May as well say hello right? So Rose walked over, making a tiny bit more noise so as to announce her presence and leaned against a clean part of the wall next to the girl. “Hey! You up here thinking or just sending a letter out?” She asked innocently, cocking her head to the side lightly to show her interest involuntarily…it was simply an automatic reaction for her.

[Emily Hawkins]

Emily let out a soft sigh as she rested her head in the palm of her right hand, her eyes still hooked on the mountains that flowed along the landscape outside. In her mind, this was really the only place that she could come and just relax. Nobody could relax in the Common Room(Way too many kids), and you could never relax down at the lake, in fear that the squid might pop out and eat you right up. Emily never did go down to the lake though...As she was deathly afraid of water.

She ran a finger through her hair as she heard the sound of a girls voice. Apparently she was insisting on her owl to wait for her mothers reply. It sounded nice to actually have a mother who cared about you, unlike Emily's. Her mother basically despised Emily, only because she was sorted into Hufflepuff and not Slytherin like the rest of her horrible family. The girls owl, who's name was Nestor, took off out of one of the other windows, leaving Emily thankful that he hadn't came out hers.

Emily heard the soft sound of footsteps behind her, causing her to turn around just slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, She saw a red haired girl somewhat close to her age. When the girl leaned against the wall near her and spoke, Emily smiled slightly. "Well I was sending a letter out but I had some second thoughts...So now I guess I'm just thinking...Well...gazing really. I love the view from up here."

[Rose Weasley]

Rose gave a small smile as she looked out the windows of the owlery herself for a few seconds before answering, her eyes still slightly focused on the landscape below and in front of them. “The towers seem to always be the best place to that. Well…at least the North Tower and Owlery…the Ravenclaw Tower gets is hard to concentrate on the view from simply because it is always bustling with activity.” She said thoughtfully, her tone indicating that she was not only referring to the Ravenclaw Tower but all common rooms in general.

“I’m Rose by the way, Rose Weasley, and I apologize if I’m disturbing you…it seems to be a habit of mine lately…I just saw you over here and felt like maybe you needed a pick me up.” She stated a cheerful smile upon her face. The girl she had noticed seemed a bit bummed out, and after her statement of Well I was sending a letter out but I had some second thoughts... It seemed as if the girl hadn’t wanted to make second thoughts, but somehow things had turned there.

Rose was always trying to help people, butting her nose in usually where it did not belong. She was told her mother was something like that, except with her mother it was usually correcting people even when the time did not call for it. It was a flaw of hers in a way, and in others, she figured it was a godsend. She was always a confident for her friends and had helped many of her friends through things simply by listening and then cheering them up with her upbeat attitude later.

[Emily Hawkins]

Emily nodded. The towers were definatly the best place to be if you wanted a good view. Smirking slightly at the comment about her Common Room having a lot of loudness and activity, she nodded again. "Yeah I know how that is. Hufflepuff's is just horrible. All the younger students are like wild beasts. And even some of the older students who'd you expect to have some respect for others just don't care who they bother. It gets really really old...and fast." She said with a soft laugh afterwords.

So she was a Weasley. It was clear with the red hair. As of now, Rose didn't seem bad at all, unlike what her parents use to tell her about the Weasley family. "They're nothing but low life blood traitors." Her mum always use to tell her that, despite Emily just ignoring her as she did on everything else she taught her. "I'm Emily Hawkins. It's nice to meet you." She said with a pleasant smile. "And you aren't bothering me...It's kinda good to have someone to talk to and not think about how horrible my parents are." She said softly, her eyes looking down at the torn letter that rested at her feet.

"You see...They pretty much hate me now...Since 1st year when I told them I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I found nothing wrong with it whatsoever. But apparently...They did. They sent me a letter back telling me I was a disgrace to the Hawkins family for not being sorted into Slytherin." Emily said, as she turned her head back to look outside. "I'm pretty much over it now but the first few weeks of knowing my parents hated me were just dreadful. And going home after school was out was worse."

[Rose Weasley]

“Aren’t most common rooms that insane?” Rose asked with a slight laugh remembering the chaos that the Ravenclaw common room got into at times. People who thought bookworms could not be loud, or could not party certainly had not met this generation’s bunch of Ravenclaws. Someone got a good grade on a test (A daily occurrence mind you) and there was some sort of celebration or the other. “But you’re right it does get old fast.” She said remembering the many times she had simply walked out of the tower to get away from the crazies and the people who were yelling at the crazies to stop being so crazy. A never ending circle it seemed.

Rose smiled, glad that she wasn’t bothering Emily, “It’s nice to meet you too.” She assured as she finally tore her gaze from the landscape to look back at Emily. “I’m sorry to here about your parents, but I have to say…parents who hate you because of what house you are in…” she trailed off giving a small shake of her head. While her father had teased her that she was more her mother then her mother because she had been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor, he had been proud of her. She couldn’t imagine her parents getting mad, even if she had been sorted into Slytherin. She and her mother would have found a way to explain her father being in Slytherin or any other house wasn’t a bad thing.

Rose gave a sympathetic frown, which as a thought struck her turned into a smile. “You know what always cheers me up when I’m feeling down? Chocolate cake! Seriously, it’s the worlds best medicine if you are feeling down or blue. And while I can’t even imagine my parents hating me…I’ll be here if you want to talk about it. Personally I find it easier to talk to someone about things…with chocolate cake of course but even still.” She chuckled.

[Emily Hawkins]

"Yeah. It's just one of those things that you can never really get over...There's always a little bit of it left inside you and you will never get rid of it. Sometimes I actually wish I was in Slytherin, just to have my parents actually love me ya know? But I can't change my house and I like being a Hufflepuff, even if we are just the leftovers." Emily said with a soft laugh after she spoke. A leftover. Despite the fact that she knew Hufflepuff's were not just leftovers, it always was fun to say. 'Oh yes I'm a leftover'. The thought brought a smile to her face.

At the mention of chocolate cake, Emily scrunched her face up and shook her head. "I've never liked chocolate." She said with a grin. "But now orange jello...That stuff always does the trick. I have an odd obsession with it." She said, letting another smile spread slowly across her lips. It was true. Orange jello was the one thing that could always make Emily happy, no matter what the problem was.

"And thanks for being here listening to my ranting." She said smirking again. "Anyone else would have told me to shut up and get over it."

[Rose Weasley]

Rose pretended to get a look of shock on her face and went into full actress mode for a few seconds, forgetting about the parent issue for a second, “Not like Chocolate CAKE?” She exclaimed dramatically, “How can those words even form a SENTENCE? They should be illegal!” She cried closing her eyes and putting the back of her hand to her forehead for a few seconds before laughing and stopping the overly dramatic and probably bad acting. “Ok, serious now, orange jello is good and all…but even it can’t hold a candle to red strawberry jello. OH! And add red strawberry jello, and strawberries to chocolate cake and THAT is heaven.” She stated giving a small nod of her head.

“Hey! I rather be a leftover then a bookworm! Everyone thinks that all Ravenclaws are super genius’s and do not like to have any fun! Leftovers can just be a combination of everything.” Rose said with a shrug, “Hufflepuff really isn’t that bad, none of the houses are truthfully. Personally, I think this whole house vs. house stuff is somewhat pointless….but if you see ANY of my cousins…I never said that. Some of them are a bit TOO competitive.” She said with a resigned sigh. “And not everyone would have told you to shut-up, but I really don’t mind listening. Trust me, with a family like mine, there is always a new bout of drama going on and I have been the shoulder to lean on for a while, so I do not mind. In fact, I like doing it…gives one a sense of completeness.” She asserted, as she slid down the wall so she would be sitting down. She was tired of standing and the space beneath her was clean of droppings and feathers.

[Emily Hawkins]

Emily couldn't hold back her laughter after seeing Rose's response to her not liking chocolate. She was so very dramatic about it too! If she hadn't been, Emily could have believed that she was actually serious. "Mmmm...That's good too..." She said as she imagines orange jello right next to red strawberry jello. Quite a delicous mix! Shaking the thought of jello out of her mind, she switched her attention back to what Rose said about being a bookworm over a leftover. They were both things that Emily wouldn't want to be called, though being concidered food wasn't very fun.

"Yeah I feel the same. Rivalry's are just annoying and cause way too much tension between houses. Especially when Quidditch starts...Then things just get worse and worse until you dread walking down the hallways." She said with a sigh, happy that Quidditch hadn't started yet. As Rose slid down the wall, Emily jumped up into the window, her back visible to anyone who would look up at the tower. She examined her fingernails for a moment before she spoke again. "I wish I could find completeness." Emily said simply with a sigh. "I'm just tired of always keeping who my parents are a secret...Not even my best friends know that everyone in my family's been in Slytherin except for me...It just gets old having to make up stories about your parents. For once I wish I could tell people without having them look at me like I'm the nastiest thing in the world...." Her voice trailed off into nothing as she looked at the ground.

[Rose Weasley]

“The Quidditch rivalries are worse then the house rivalries. And sadly quidditch isn’t just restricted to the house teams….I mean my dad is a total Cannons fan while I side more with the Harpies and quidditch is actually a forbidden subject in my house because of the last shouting match…” She trailed off a bit. Ok…so when you had two stubborn red heads, both with tempers, on opposite sides of an argument…things tended to get a bit dicey. Things were always said that people regretted, tears were shed and Rose even once threw a plate at her dads head before storming up to her room…that was when the ban came into place.

Rose gave a small sigh, looking at the wall across her for support as she tried to think of the best thing to say. She thought for a second that maybe it was best just not to say anything…but then she realized she had already stuck her nose into the business of her parents and saying nothing now would seem rude. “You should keep stuff like this from your friends….your best friends especially. If they are your best friends they will understand, and if they don’t…were they really friends in the first place? I mean…families are never exact copies and people are always different. Both my parents were Gryffindor’s and on my dad’s side everyone before him was a Gryffindor, and look…I’m a Ravenclaw. Our parents don’t decide who we are as for your parents. They may or may never except you….truthfully. I mean…my Uncles Godfather Sirius Black, well…his family never forgave him for being a Gryffindor. We can’t change that…but I know I’ll be here…and your friends will be here…and they are sort of like family.” She tried comfortingly, a soft smile on her face.