Patience

Chapter 43

A/n-This chapter contains themes such as mentions of overuse of alcohol and smoking that may cause some readers discomfort and/or to be triggered. If you have any prior trauma pertaining to these events, we completely understand and are here for you all. (Also, on a happier note, this is Calypso in the picture above!)

I wake up, slightly soar from the previous days "quidditch" game. I start to hop out of bed, but Calypso cuddles closer to me and purrs softly in her sleep. I smile warmly to the grey fluff ball keeping me from leaving the comfort of my bed and lay back down.     The last couple of days had gone my both slowly and with ease. I'd made amends with Juno and Grandma Zulu but hadn't made any progress on my "parents" and I's relationship.

Knock knock

Juno walks into my room, already dressed, with a cup of coffee. I reach for it, in dire need of caffeine to wake me, but he pulls it out of my reach. 

"Hey, hey, hey, hold your horses' partner. Now that we're good I don't need to bribe you with caffeinated drinks anymore." He chuckles, holding the mug to his lips and taking a long sip. I roll my eyes and playfully push him, making him slightly choke on the liquid. 

"So, what'd you come up for then?" I query. 

"Just wanted to see my beautiful younger sister in the light of the morning sun." He says as he dramatically falls on my bed, startling Calypso and making her jump.

"Well, it is a well-known fact that my beauty is known of worldwide...but I don't believe you." 

"Fineee, I'm here to see if your lazy arse is awake."

"Mmhmm." 

"And you are so...bye!" He says and leaves the room without another word. From behind to door he shouts: "You have 10 minutes to pack and change before we leave for the train!" 

Shoot! I forgot today I was leaving to go back to Hoggy-warts. I hurriedly hop up, scaring Calypso once again, poor cat, and I shove my things in my suitcase and change. I throw on a white collared shirt and an oversize, emerald green, jumper that use to be my dads until he gave it to me. I put on a pair of black, ripped, jeans and my usual white tennis shoes. 

A sudden thump sound brings me from my rushed packing. I turn to see an owl waiting at my window and let it in. I stroke it's head comfortingly before taking the letter in it's talons.

E,

    I'm thrilled you decided to write to me! I was worried sick after your sudden exit from the train. Did something happen between you and George in the bathroom? Did I do something? I certainly hope not, but if so I'm so so so sorry E. Yes, silence, in my opinion, is a virtue. It's the perfect time to be overtaken by your thoughts and to come to truth with your inner self. I wouldn't be the person I am if I hadn't learned how to truly savor the comfort of nothing at all. Silence, if thought of correctly, can be loud and boisterous as well as small and timid. As you well know, I too love birds. In fact, You remind me of a Dove. You're compassionate, positive, less assertive (yet still, somehow, intimidating) an emotional team player, and a natural healer. As for Ravenclaw the eagle is their mascot because an eagle stands for intelligence which is the motto of their house. That's the extent of my letter for now. I love and miss you!

-Mar   

    I'd usually respond immediately, but I was going to see her in a matter of hours. So, I put the letter in my desk drawer and turn to finish packing. Not long after, I hear another tap at my window, this one was less delicate as the last one, and I let in a new, familiar, owl. I open the letter to find the perfect hand writing of Percy Weasley.