Solo RP: Mel and her headstone

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Since coming to Hogwarts, Mel hasn't really been thinking about home. If you'd asked her before she came, she would have replied differently. She misses Heaven sometimes, of course, but she hasn't yet missed home.

And in emptying her bag one night, she gets a taste of home; it's too much, too rich, too bitter. And she has no idea how such a reminder got in there, or even if she had it before.



The photograph feels too real in her hands. It's almost like she's there again. Like she can see the daffodils they brought. And hear her sister tell her mum she doesn't like the cemetary, because 'Mel's not really here.' And Brice, standing with Mel a way away--both of them invisible, because this was a mission--laughing, and saying her sister was smart.

'You were right, Brice,' she mutters as she takes in every detail of the picture. 'My epitaph wasn't too bad, after all.'

Too real slips into being surreal then. Surreal for her is a normal life, now. She'll never have that again. She shouldn't think about it.

Mel knows what she has to do, though it takes a while to do it.

Quietly, she rips the photograph into four squares. She takes out her wand and burns them, crying all the while. It always hurts to take something human away.

Sometimes Mel worries all she'll be left with is a mixing of magic and angel and she'll never be able to see things her old way again.

The next day, she's unusually quiet.