𝒞𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉 || OC x OC

Nothing New

What was I supposed to do? Just stand there? Questions began piling up in my head, keeping me from thinking straight. So I made a decision. Being lonely might be better than being in the company of people who wouldn't want me to be there. Slowly, I began walking towards the steps. My eyes found their way to the library door. Sirius and I didn't really visit the room that often although Regulus spoke as if it was a palace filled with journeys and adventures. Walking towards the door my eyes were unfortunately cursed with the awful sight of our infamous "house elf wall," the wall was dedicated to all the elves that had worked in the black manor and after they passed their heads were hung up on the wall. I don't really know why it's there but it was. Like some kind of reminder about how they were worthless and we were not. A power play. Like everything enclosed within the House Of Black.My eyes were finally dragged away from the elf wall and were now looking at the rustic door, it had a golden knob and a large engraving of our family crest. Twisting the rusty door knob made it release a loud clicking noise.

Opening the door, the smell of old books and dust hit me in the face. Like I said, no one other than Regulus came here often. Almost once every month he'd come here and read some potions book. I liked reading but not school books, not books about potions, the dark arts and transfiguration. Those are extremely boring. What's the point of reading if you can't even have fun? Fantasy books are interesting and they are yet to this day my favourite genre. Looking around the humongous library, filled with various books and small seats and couches for people to enjoy their books on. My eyes travelled around and eventually fell on a book enveloped in dust. The spine read "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." I took it out of its place and blew on the front cover to get rid of some of the dust. I opened it to the first small story, "The Tale Of The 3 Brothers'' was neatly printed on the page. I collapsed on the small couch, book in one hand and began reading. Around thirty minutes had passed by and I had read half the book. I loved these small stories. It kept me grounded, in a way that was unexplainable. I guess reading these stories were a reminder that someday, somewhere out there... a piece of adventure could be waiting for me. Suddenly, I heard a familiar clicking noise making my head pivot to the direction of the noise. Kreacher's distinct voice asked me to come downstairs for lunch. Putting my book down I followed Kreacher downstairs to the dining table, my parents already sitting there in silence.I took my place and dug into my food. It was just the three of us so it was completely silent, if Sirius was here he would have made some sort of joke to make us crack up and if Regulus was here I would have someone to exchange glances with when our dad's chair made a squeaking noise. However, they weren't here so I just sat and ate my food.

After finishing my dinner I retired to my room and sat at my desk. A few quills and pieces of paper rested on the old wooden table. Slumping on the old chair. Disappointed that I had zero ideas to get rid of my boredom. I mean what was I supposed to do? I decided that I could start drafting my letters to Siri and Reg, although that only resulted in me wasting 2 perfectly good pages of paper. I huffed and pushed myself off my chair. I looked out my window, I was faced by the humongous gates shielding 12 Grimmauld places from the muggle world. I mean, I always found it weird how we lived near muggle borns. Nothing against them. I've just always kind of thought we shouldn't be mixing so much with them in our society. I just want to be safe and after all I've heard muggles don't like pure-bloods all that much either. So, i think we should distance ourselves a bit. They stay in their world and we stay in ours. That doesn't mean we can't be friends or anything. It just means that we are keeping each other safe in a way. As my eyes continued to roam around the large garden I decided to go see it in person, I mean at the end of the day it was my house. Anyways, I made my way down stairs and out into the garden. Looking around the large garden I saw beautiful and tall flowers lined up against the tall gate. I walked towards them and sat on the green grass. Slowly, I plucked a gorgeous flower out of a small daisy which was surrounded by tall hibiscus'. It was so cute. That's the perfect way to describe it. I slowly tucked into the waistband of my skirt and decided to go daisy hunting, daisies were practically pouring out of my pocket when It was around seven. I turned around and headed inside. My parents weren't at the table just yet, so I decided to take a seat. Alone, I decided to drift into a short daydream.