Post by gear on Sept 8, 2011 14:20:52 GMT -8
Title: Lost Memories
Rating: PG
A/N: I really need to write something more upbeat. Like, seriously. I'm depressing myself.
Summary: Eileen Prince looks through an old textbook and remembers.
Warnings: Implied domestic violence (but pretty minor and non-graphic)
Characters: Eileen Prince, Mentions of Severus Snape
Words: 285
I turned the book over in my hands, wincing as it slipped and hit a bruise on my wrist, feeling the worn leather binding and imprinted letters of silver and gold. Flipping through the pages, I saw clean black print on aged pages, not the snow white of a new sheet; this was a working book with its fair share of stains and creases. Flicking back to the front I went back through, slower this time, giving each page due consideration. Now, in addition to the sharp print, I saw softer, rounder, intimately familiar, letters. They were notes that I had made to myself, most of which I knew by heart but a few that I had forgotten enough to make me smile. The smile was melancholy – I had not used the book for years the corrections and annotations, all neglected. I had not touched a cauldron since I had left the wizarding world; there was no use in bringing up old memories. But those memories that had lay, half-forgotten, and overlooked, became uprooted with a single letter. With the letter came questions from my son, wanting more knowledge about the wizarding world, more than the bedtime stories that he had stopped long ago.
With a sigh and a last long look, I set the book down on a neat stack of other tomes. Maybe one day my son would put notes of his own in it, his handwriting so similar to mine that a stranger would think them one and the same. He would not let himself show me any outward affection, not since he decided that I was weak for staying with his father, but perhaps, just perhaps, he would use the book.
Edit: Awarded 10 Points, by Bec, On 13/09/11.
Rating: PG
A/N: I really need to write something more upbeat. Like, seriously. I'm depressing myself.
Summary: Eileen Prince looks through an old textbook and remembers.
Warnings: Implied domestic violence (but pretty minor and non-graphic)
Characters: Eileen Prince, Mentions of Severus Snape
Words: 285
I turned the book over in my hands, wincing as it slipped and hit a bruise on my wrist, feeling the worn leather binding and imprinted letters of silver and gold. Flipping through the pages, I saw clean black print on aged pages, not the snow white of a new sheet; this was a working book with its fair share of stains and creases. Flicking back to the front I went back through, slower this time, giving each page due consideration. Now, in addition to the sharp print, I saw softer, rounder, intimately familiar, letters. They were notes that I had made to myself, most of which I knew by heart but a few that I had forgotten enough to make me smile. The smile was melancholy – I had not used the book for years the corrections and annotations, all neglected. I had not touched a cauldron since I had left the wizarding world; there was no use in bringing up old memories. But those memories that had lay, half-forgotten, and overlooked, became uprooted with a single letter. With the letter came questions from my son, wanting more knowledge about the wizarding world, more than the bedtime stories that he had stopped long ago.
With a sigh and a last long look, I set the book down on a neat stack of other tomes. Maybe one day my son would put notes of his own in it, his handwriting so similar to mine that a stranger would think them one and the same. He would not let himself show me any outward affection, not since he decided that I was weak for staying with his father, but perhaps, just perhaps, he would use the book.
Edit: Awarded 10 Points, by Bec, On 13/09/11.