I’m no poet. I know that.
I’ve read enough in my spare time, the long moments of solitude, to know the basics though. Those poetry books now lie in the back of the largest wardrobe in my room, shielded by many a fine dress and several expensive pairs of shoes in their boxes. Hokey used to collect them for me once she’d figured out why I kept sneaking into the library more often than my parents expected. She, being a house elf with little understanding of freedom of thought, could not understand why I wanted to keep it quiet that I read so much of these muggle writings. I wouldn’t tell her why and I have never told anyone else about it for the same reason.
Most people would hazard a guess that it’s through fear of my parents, which is completely ludicrous when you think it about. My parents are concerned with their blood status, not anybody else’s. They couldn’t care less if you were born to muggles or to Grindlewald himself as long as you had money in your vault and a nice estate to show for it. No, it was never to do with them.
For most of my life, I’ve always been the show pony. The pretty little rich girl they liked to parade around wizarding society. And I had no qualms about that, not until August came along to fill the prize son and heir spotlight. I’ve always been an open book that people assume they can read. They think they know everything about me. In keeping small facts to myself, never telling anyone… it almost feels as if I can keep a part of me safe. These are the things that belong to me and are mine and therefore, they will never know me as well as they think they do.
I realise it might make me appear somewhat cold. But really, there is little left to lose at this moment in time. I will protect what matters most to me, no matter who or what they may be. Everything is important and everything is worth fighting for.
So diary (you will notice I did not address this to you because these thoughts do not belong to you), I shall attempt a poem. Perhaps what a girl learns and lives through can be somehow passed on in skill.
what a shame
it’s always too late.
..Hmm… perhaps I better just resign myself to find joy in reading others words and not my own.
I'm very aware and very conscious of the path I chose in life,
and very aware of the path I didn't choose.
I’m sitting glumly staring at this account, because I truly loved Calista as a character and want to continue with her but there’s no one to play with. I’m going to keep this page open just in case I can write for her again, and if anyone wants to, I don’t know, plot independently or something like that, send an owl.
Love, the Mun x
That sounds perfect Calli, thank god we’re the same height. Yeah, Mum never stops ranting about my ‘male style’ and telling me to at least try to pretend my hair isn’t a home for birds. She’s charming, naturally. Hey, if one has the money, why let it go to waste? -She grins wickedly- I have some ideas in place.
-smiles- I’d say she has a sight point but that would be rude. Your style suits you perfectly and in no way should you change it. And my thought’s exactly. -raises her eyebrows expectantly- Oh really? Care to share a few?
What a sight when the light came on, proved me right when you proved them wrong.
Come on. Let me take you for one dance. What do you say?
Not in your wildest dreams. Apologies, Prewett.
I understand, but I have a blue dress that you’d look incredible in. And let’s be honest, despite her other flaws, my mom has incredible taste. It looks brand new. Ugh. yeah, tell me about it. I should have asked- if I had known I would have asked someone before the night before, y’know? Oh well. Live and learn.
That’s ever so sweet of you. I’d love to give it a try. And likewise, if I can recall I have a stunning red dress that would almost certainly suit you. Your Mum brought you the dress? Wish I could say the same about my Mother. She just pays for style instead of actually having any but I can’t blame her. -nods- It’s rather unfortunate. Still, I won’t pass up the opportunity for some fun.
Not in a million years, Cal. Gryffindor has to have its secrets.
Merlin, you break my heart. It was worth a try and I suppose all this secrecy makes for twice the fun.
Oh! I could give you an old dress of mine, and you could give me an old dress of yours? That could work. The date… ugh, yeah, not much to say about that.
That sounds like a good idea… I’d much prefer to buy a new one but it’s such late notice there’s no way it would be possible. Would you mind? Most of the attractive dates are already taken unfortunately, otherwise it would be a different matter entirely. I’m sure neither of us would have that much trouble finding someone if they were willing.
I completely forgot about the Masquerade… I don’t have a date… I don’t have a mask… I don’t even have a dress.
I’m in the same situation as you. Nothing a little extra fast last minute planning can’t solve though, right? Except maybe for the date… can’t exactly randomly rope one of those in.
That was before. Now I am captain. Major changes are in the air here.
Mhmm… you sure are a confident captain, Carter. Let me in on your plans then.
Well, I don’t discriminate - even if I do think you should spend more time concerning yourself with things that don’t have to do with your Gringott’s account. I had to make time for the masquerade, I have to admit I am excited to… Not recognize anyone.
I do concern myself with things other than my families riches, thank you Amelia. Although I see no harm in using it to my advantage and benefit. It’s refreshing to hear that your willing to overlook that supposed flaw however.
Oh, the masquerade. It should be fun, running into all kinds of people, not knowing what might happen with them. It’s deciding what to wear that’s the tricky part.