Fortune Favors the Bold...
Feb 25, 2015 23:51:56 GMT
Post by Sophia Black on Feb 25, 2015 23:51:56 GMT
As Ember Stonefyre returned Sophia's hug, tears started streaming from Sophia's eyes. She felt the kindness and care with which the Gryffindor held her, Ember's steady breathing running through some of the strands of her hair, Ember's arms tightening lightly around her, offering Sophia comfort in the most simple, most basic form one human can igve it to another. There was no hesitation that Sophia could sense in the other girl, just an overwhelming sense of the other girl's compassion, enfolding her as surely and comfortingly as the Grysffindor's arms currently did.
Sophia had been braced and ready for the emotional hit, ready to withdraw and lick her wounds. When the expected blow had not come, and she uncoiled her mind and body, Sophia's emotions started pouring out. Despite her best efforts, she started softly sobbing into Ember's robe, remembering back to Year two in Muggle school the first time she'd started talking about the books she'd read with her so called friends. None of them knew what she was talking about, so they started jeering at her, calling her a swat, a teacher's pet, a brain. They all assumed that she thought she was better than they were because of her intelligence, but nothing was farther than the truth. While it was better now, there were still days when she thought it might be nice to be average, to be able to really be part of the crowd, rather than always, whether she wished it or not, set apart. To be accepted as herself, without any hesitation, by a stranger, was so rare a gift that Sophia truely believed it would only happen by some miracle. And then, here the miracle was, a girl who simply accepted her as she was without hesitation or condition.
Through her sobs, Sophia tired to explain to Ember, "I thought you'd make fun of me for how many classes I'm taking. No normal girl takes History of Magic past third year, you know. I thought you'd call me a swat, or a freak, or...or something like that. It's what always happens when I show someone how I really am, it always happens...except today, my Lady Knight. Except today."
Sophia had been braced and ready for the emotional hit, ready to withdraw and lick her wounds. When the expected blow had not come, and she uncoiled her mind and body, Sophia's emotions started pouring out. Despite her best efforts, she started softly sobbing into Ember's robe, remembering back to Year two in Muggle school the first time she'd started talking about the books she'd read with her so called friends. None of them knew what she was talking about, so they started jeering at her, calling her a swat, a teacher's pet, a brain. They all assumed that she thought she was better than they were because of her intelligence, but nothing was farther than the truth. While it was better now, there were still days when she thought it might be nice to be average, to be able to really be part of the crowd, rather than always, whether she wished it or not, set apart. To be accepted as herself, without any hesitation, by a stranger, was so rare a gift that Sophia truely believed it would only happen by some miracle. And then, here the miracle was, a girl who simply accepted her as she was without hesitation or condition.
Through her sobs, Sophia tired to explain to Ember, "I thought you'd make fun of me for how many classes I'm taking. No normal girl takes History of Magic past third year, you know. I thought you'd call me a swat, or a freak, or...or something like that. It's what always happens when I show someone how I really am, it always happens...except today, my Lady Knight. Except today."