1995-04-24: Made of More than Air

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Scene Title Made of More than Air
Synopsis Perpetua is upset about the meeting with her brother.
Location Hufflepuff Common Room, Hogwarts
Date April 24, 1995
Watch For Sad ghost is sad. :(
Logger Holly

Stupid being dead. Stupid being a ghost. Stupid Pettigrew. Stupid Death Eaters. Stupid Perpetua for just being stupid period. The ghost of the sixteen year old girl is moping in the corner of the Hufflepuff Common Room. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be too many people about, because right now? She just kind of wants to wallow, and reflect on how sympathetic she is to Myrtle's plight these days.

—-

Thudthud, thudthud, thud.

That's the sound of Amber coming up the stairs from the Dormitory. She's on her way to the Quidditch pitch for a small two-on-two practise session with some of her other Quidditch-playing friends. And while she's not decked out in bright yellow Hufflepuff robes, she's wearing the gloves, and a long-sleeved t-shirt that says 'MATTHEWS' on the back, with the number '33' under that. She got it while back home.

She's almost at the door when she notices the ghost in the corner. At first, she doesn't give it a second thought, but then she sees who it is, hurriedly changing course and heading over in that direction. Crouching down next to Perpetua, she asks, "Hey, what's wrong?"

—-

"I want my mother," Perpetua says in a deeply mournful way as she honestly would love to cry on her mum's shoulder for a good hour or so. But she can't. Just like she can't box her brother's ears or pinch him for being a prat, and having stupid friends who have no sense. She gives a choked sob and slides down so she's in a seated position, "I hate being dead! The stupid comments.. I know I'm a nobody, but it still hurts when people don't care!"

—-

Cold water. A pit in her stomach slowly becoming heavy, like a rock. That's how she feels the moment Perpetua speaks. Her mind is blank, and for the immediate moment, she has no idea what to say. No words of comfort, no wisdom to offer, nothing. At some point, she went from crouching to sitting, eyes fixed on the ghostly, transparent image of the other girl. Her jaw tenses, fighting back tears, because this is painful to hear. Flexing gloved fingers, steeling herself for the uncomfortable sensation she knows it'll bring, she 'rests' a hand on the ghost's shoulder. "You're no' a nobody. You're me best friend. N' I care." She's not sure where the 'best' came from, but it's kind of true lately.

—-

Another sob is heard from Perpetua, as she draws her knees up to herself and lowers her forehead to them. Her arms draw up around her head, hiding herself from view and muffling her voice. "M.. My own brother! He acted like I just went away on holiday!," she wails from her her arms and against her knees. She always got on well enough with him, as well as siblings do. The whole encounter with him just stung deeply. "His f-friend's stupid g-ghost crossing comment didn't help."

—-

"I'm just being a big cry baby," Perpetua says, still talking into her knees.. or through them. However this works out for ghosts. "Don't worry about it. I'll g-get over it. Got to. No choice in the matter." There's a slight hiccough, even if there's no physical reactions to crying, nothing human or tangible about it. "Just saw my brother and a friend of his, some first year who was.. I dunno.. guess she was all muggle, or just clueless."

—-

"You will get through it. Don't mean people gotta be jerks abou' it. They should be 'elpin' you." Amber makes a 'hmmph' sound, crossing her arms over her knees, too. "Me eyes 'r waterin'," she mutters, rubbing the back of her glove across them. It doesn't do much, and the frustration causes her to hit the stone floor rather forcefully with the leather guard. There's a loud pop as the material absorbs the impact. "M'sorry this 'appened to ya. But don't start feelin' sorry fer yerself, aw'right? I cannae pull ya back from that. Can't give yeh no comfort, so tha's on you, okay? I'll talk ter the li'l brat for ya, but you… You're 'ere fer awhile now. As 'ard as it is ter deal with, I think it'll be alo' easier if you let'cherself laugh once in awhile, aye?"

—-

"Stupid firsties.." Perpetua mumbles before looking up. "She said we ought to have /ghost crossings/ because I showed up and unnerved her. How else am I supposed to get around!? I can't open doors anymore! She was just so.. rude.. and Egbert didn't seem to care she was being insensitive to me. He didn't even seem to care that I'm like this!" She raises a transparent hand to rub against her face. It's a useless gesture that doesn't need to be made, but it's something to do. Something /human/.

—-

"Firs' years don' know nothin'. 'Ell, I'm a fourth year, n' I dunno that much, either. She were what, twelve years old? She prolly can' even unnerstand— " Amber pauses, looking at Perpetua before she says what she's going to say. She almost reconsiders, but goes ahead with it anyway. "She cannae unnerstand death, Perpetua. Mebbe she though' she was 'elpin', or maybe she really jes' was daft as a post."

It seems unfair that someone's soul has to stay on earth after they've died, and when Perpetua illustrates her condition by rubbing at her face, Amber finally looks away, feeling the sting of tears and the warm trails they make down her cheeks. And she can't think of a thing that could possibly make her Housemate feel better. "I'll talk to 'im." And by 'talk,' she means she's going to have some strong words. The thought of hitting him does cross her mind.

—-

"Probably just really daft," Perpetua says with a watery smile as she looks directly at Amber. She's quiet for several moments, before saying, "Don't worry about it. He probably doesn't know how to take it. /I/ don't even know how to take it.. but he could have at least been more on my side." There's another hiccough given, probably more out of a remembered habit than anything. "I.. I'm getting better about this, really I am. You won't find me sobbing constantly with Myrtle. It's j-just this.. it really hurt for some reason."

—-

She rubs her face with her glove again, offering a half-smile to Perpetua. "Yeh, I know ye are. You're doin' good with it. Better'n I'd do, I bet. Gor, I wouldn't be able ta go a day I bet. You're really brave." Sighing, she rocks forward until she's on her knees. "It 'urt 'cuz 'e's yer brother, n' ya prolly 'ad n' idea o' what you wanted ter 'appen. Didn't go 'ow ya thought." She shrugs. "Ye'll make yer peace. 'til then, I'll 'andle Egbert. Any'ow, M'gonna be late fer me Quidditch meetup if I don't go now. Ye can come, if ya want to."

—-

"I'm not brave. I'm a coward. I was so scared when Pettigrew kidnapped me, and even when I was locked up with Potter. He was the brave one." Perpetua sounds a bit sullen, but also matter of fact in regards to this. "I suppose.. and it was the first time I talked to him since.. since everything." A shake of her head is made, "Go on to practice. I'll come along and watch in a bit. Go on, don't want you to be late."

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