11-30-2023, 10:02 PM
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| Puffskein
Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Cameron Rhodes
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s]
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Charlie Fox-Matthews
Hufflepuff Second Year |  Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
SPOILER!!: best friend Quote:
Originally Posted by Chelliephone  The memorial garden was not a place Evan Nam felt like frequenting often either, but this also wasn't his first time. There were some days where the urge was strong to come and pay his respects. For all of these people who had paid the ultimate sacrifice to get their loves ones, the kids of the next generation, himself. Two names in particular were ones he always looked for on the slab of all those gone, and he never failed to give a respectful bow in greeting to them, before he'd go about whatever his business was for the day.
Today, his business was to take photos of the space for reference to try to do a painting. In a rare effort to establish a relationship with his sister in law, he was starting early on a project to give her for when the next niece or nephew was born. She had lost some of her own family in the war, and he knew a painting of the phoenix would have meant something to her. Or… whatever.
He was just in the process of completing his respectful bow and then to find a spot to set up camp, when he noticed the familiar purple figure seated in a bench. Putting his goal to the side for the moment, Evan made his way to the St. Mungo’s bench and sat beside Ash without any word of greeting, not wanting to disturb the silence or whatever reverie she was currently in. He sat just close enough his arm was pressed against hers, just his silent show of support for… whatever she was doing here, which he assumed she would understand. Ashley was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice her best friend until he sat down next to her. Then, turning her head slightly to the side, she realized. "Hi." Her voice was quite small, because that was how she felt.
Ash leaned on Evan with a sigh, not saying anything but appreciating his company. After a while, she spoke again. "I came to leave some flowers. But I can't yet." She clutched the bouquet tightly. "I've never been before," she admitted guiltily. She totally should have been here earlier. She felt like it was bad that she'd waited so many years. However, she reminded herself that it wouldn't have been helpful or productive to come here before she was ready, and realistically it wouldn't have gone well at all.
Ash didn't ask Evan why he'd come, not wanting to pry. But she was silent again, so he could speak if he wanted to. |
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