Post by arianna sophia madigan on May 7, 2015 3:15:22 GMT -5
Sure she had slept there a million times before, but there were times when she would wake up and just completely forget where she was. It was worse when she would be so sure she was going to wake up in Salem, but ended up in Paris. Sometimes it was exhausting going from country to country over the year, but she supposed she should feel blessed to be able to have something that extravagant on her list of complaints. Daisy grabbed a beautiful glass from the cabinet, taking a second to look at it through the neon green glow of the microwave clock. She was sure that Winni made the glass, her or her grandfather. Daisy wished that she had artistic skill like that. Winni had her glassblowing, even Daisy's mother had a room filled with gold records from performing or writing songs. Her father was one of the top lawyers in the United States and often covered some of the most difficult muggle and magical cases. Daisy was just. She was floating. Breaking her gaze from the glass, she turned on the cold water and started to fill the glass. She graduated from Salem with every intention of becoming a Healer, but was finding that she really didn't like dealing with people all day.
Hearing them whine about every little thing wrong and always expect her to handle it? It was exhausting! Thankfully nepotism was a great thing and her grandfather allowed her to take over the school library. Clearly it was in her blood and since she could probably pick out the spot she was conceived on, it was almost her birthright to be in the school. Her grandfather was pressuring her a little to go to Aridorn and find her way, but she was content along the books for now. She got to see Winni and the rest of the Satagori-Hedlund family. She got to see her own brother, her grandfather and various unofficial aunts and uncles. She sipped the water and looked at a family picture pinned to the refrigerator. It was from the last family trip to Tivoli Gardens. Harrow had the cheesiest smile, even with the crow's feet next to his eyes. Felix had streaks of grey in his long brown hair, but the two fathers were still looking at each other like they had just been married. Winni stood a full head taller than her dad, making a silly face at the camera. Olle was leaning against a bubble gum pink haired Elise and then there was Dixon standing with his papa. They were both the serious members of the family. At least Felix had the loving looks to Harrow. Dixon just looked like he didn't want to be at the theme park. His eyes were always so serious, even when framed with those long eyelashes.
Daisy rubbed her eyes, she had to stop. She had told herself for the past year that Dixon was off limits. There was no world, no possible realm that would allow them to be together, so why even bother with it? Daisy drained her water and wiped out the glass. Winni was like the mother hen of all of the siblings, Winni and Daisy had been best friends since they were one and an infant. There was no way Winni would understand that Daisy had feelings for her anti-social brother. Olle was the one with the cheesy pick up lines and the quidditch trophies to woo anyone who he wanted. Dixon was the quiet one. He had that bowed instrument that looked so strange, but sounded so beautiful. With the glass back in the cabinet, Daisy took a seat at the table, testing her will against looking at the picture. Most people had drugs of choice. Her parents could barely survive without an impossible amount of coffee in the house, and she had Dixon. The one who was always around, but she could never touch. The one person in the world who wanted nothing to do with her. Figures.
(tag: felix lincoln satagori-hedlund)
(notes: not sure how I feel about this.)
(wearing: shorts and a tanktop!)