Rhaella could read the room, the long sorrowful faces told her nearly everything she needed to know. She twisted her fingers until she fears they would snap.
This is an intervention of sorts. For what, she had no idea because in all honesty this is very overdue.
Rhaella Sinclair knew she was blessed with two very hufflepuff parents, both have given her nothing but choices and privacy her whole life, which truly had the right idea, perhaps the wrong child.
"Honey," Gabrielle Sinclair seemed to have held her breath in those moments, she glanced at her husband, rubbing his thumb tenderly while in thought.
Rhaella stared back, still sweating because she's not quite sure if this is about the fairy dust they may have found or the fire whiskey hoarded and warded deep inside her closet.
"Rhaella we have decided you need to attend school." Nickolas used his strong voice, he was being very unlike himself for this conversation.
something churned inside. There were a plethora of reasons the young witch could not attend a formal school, almost none of which could she confide to her parents about, even Hufflepuffs can only be so loving.
"You need friends hunny, you absolutely need friends okay! we have let you do whatever you want whenever and yet you..well what is it that you do in there all alone?" Her mother unloaded, as if she had been holding this back for months, which she undoubtedly has.
"well I read, and um sometimes I still chat with Luna! I talk to her often" Rhaella had not spoke to Lovegood since she tried to send her clothing to go Snoggle catching, she had no idea what that would entail nor would she find out.
"That is fantastic! you already have a friend, this is amazing! Hogwarts will be the perfect place for you!"Her father beamed and squeezed her shoulder rather tight in excitement.
Rhaella stared at the scar cutting across her fathers face, sometimes she would catch him tracing his finger along it and wincing, as though he could still feel it being sliced open. How could he continue to be so blindly supportive? perhaps they just had different views of their old headmaster, Rhaella can see when someone has wrote history for themselves.
Her parents went to Hogwarts, they trusted Albus Dumbledore with their education and well being. Rhaella inhaled her seething rage for the school, the students, and their shite headmaster.
Her fingers wrapped around the armchair until she felt it may bleed. there had to be some sort of bright side to this, some silver lining.
The next few weeks were spent packing and deciding if hogwarts had a fairy dust ban or not, while it could be used in potions often, would they detect in through dorm wards? Rhaella had no clue, so, she jammed a pale pink baggie of fairy dust into her suitcase and called it a day.
Impulsivity was a gift from her parents, or she liked to think of it that way. One gift she certainly lacked was charisma, how she was going to be a Hufflepuff was certainly her greatest mystery at the moment.
Rhaella trudged through a clothing filled room, she nearly tripped over several bottles of water before plopping onto the deep plum bed.
she threw her head back and stared at the ceiling.
Rhaella was no doubt a disappointment, not because she was bad at schooling, they made sure she had proper education despite her choice of staying home, she often had the best tutors they could afford.
No, Rhaella was a disappointment due to her lack of understanding in "Legacy. It was important she attended Hogwarts years ago, yet they allowed her not too. The witch could not preform the way they wished, even if they were too nice to say it. Rhaella could not waltz and has never tried, she would rather die than sit for a formal oil painting, nor has she been open about her skills as a magical being..for good reason.
Rhaella was supposed to have been a sorted to Hufflepuff already, build bonds with other prominent families, make connections, gain inside knowledge on the social circles of the wizarding world. yet she chose too spend her time warping her magic with..dark incantations. It began as a way to find Fairy dust, she had to dip a toe into the murky waters of dark arts in order to get a proper location spell, then came the knowledge. Once you begin it's like a sweet drug, every ounce of information seems to plug holes in Rhaellas chest, sealing up what spots were empty with pure obsidian.
the bed creaked as she curled into a ball, she had run out of fairy dust two days go, the effects were wearing off quicker and quicker causing her to forage more often. Rhaella fought off the urge to cry, she felt the prickle in her nose, was familiar with the way her throat began to close on her. She needed to ground herself and began counting painfully slow