Opia {j. potter}

Astrophile

𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 (𝓃.)
𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹/𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓂𝓎

Elizabeth Rosier never had a perfect life, but then again, who does?

Always the astrophile, you could often find the young girl sitting on the manor roof, gazing up into the night sky above. Each star a new discovery to her small brown eyes.

Her Uncle Felix had once tried to teach her they're proper names, but she didn't care for them. Elizabeth, instead, took it upon herself to name each little light in the sky something new.

I am unsure if it was her excellent memory or her complete fascination with those lights that gave her the ability to accurately remember each star's name, but she did. You could point to any star in the night sky and she would have a name for it, all except for one that is.

You see, when it came to placing a name to the brightest star in the sky Elizabeth felt as though no name she could come up with was good enough. Raised in a prestigious household, she was fluent in four languages by the age of 10, but still somehow could never find a word to describe something so beautiful.

For someone who knew so much, Elizabeth often found herself unable to find the words she needed to express certain things. The girl would spend hours combing through dictionaries until deeming that some things in life are just too powerful, too beautiful, too amazing, too ethereal, for there to ever be a word in existence that could do it justice.

No, things like that just can't be tied down to earthy terms.

The unfortunate side of this coin is the fact that for things so unexplainably great, there also lied feelings and events so unexplainably bad.

"Sadness" did not seem to be a good enough term for the feelings Elizabeth that day her parents sat her down. Even the tears that streamed down her face as she cried herself to sleep that night did not feel like enough to express the tidal wave of pain she felt. No amount of salty water could ease the strain on her heart or the newfound cave in her chest. Elizabeth wondered how she would go on with her life like normal after the loss of her Uncles for, you see, there was no one in the world Elizabeth loved more than her Uncles.

Her father's brother and his husband were the two people Elizabeth looked up to the most. Summers spent practicing potions with Uncle Evan, a Slytherin with a kind heart, or combing through their expansive library with Uncle Felix, a Ravenclaw who always had an inkling for adventure. It was with them that she felt the safest. Away from the world, away from family pressures, away from everywhere where she had to pretend to be someone she wasn't.

Returning to Hogwarts 6th year felt like what Elizabeth had heard muggles describe as: 'hell on earth.'

Her usual chippy manner, replaced with a solemn expression.
Her hands, which normally fidgeted with excitement, lay tucked within her pockets.
Her eyes lacked their gleam when she smiled and her walk lacked pep when stepping onto the train she's waiting for all summer.

Of course, Elizabeth assumed that no one would notice this (other than her best friends of whom she had already informed of the recent occurrences), but a certain Gryffindor boy with curly hair and big glasses would beg to differ.