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| Elizabeth Darvell | Jan 3 2012, 08:34 PM Post #1 |
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The Matron
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October, 2005. Somewhere off the coastline of England a blonde witch was flying on her broom through icy rain and waves. She had been traveling for close to an hour already, and no sooner than then she saw her destination in the horizon. The notorious prison, Azkaban, midst the thirty-feet tall waves. She was visiting her mother. The warden had been notified that Elizabeth Darvell had arrived to see her mother, and the nurse was let through after a quick search. Elizabeth didn't visit her mother too often, but the personnel knew who she was. She shortly reached the cell block her mother inhabited. "Good afternoon, mother", she said as she came to a halt in front of her cell. Elizabeth's face was void of all emotion, her expression unnaturally cold. Her dark haired mother, or what was left of her past self, was sitting on her bed in the only corner of the cell that wasn't showered with artificial light. "It's been a while." "Two-hundred and forty-three days, Talaitha. I count every single one of them." Icy, steel eyes stared at her daughter across the small cell, and suddenly she jumped up. "Two-thousand, three-hundred and ninety-eight days since the Dark Lord was murdered! Since our dreams were, murdered, Talaitha! Our dreams, why couldn't they have been yours too?" Josephine Darvell walked to face her daughter, and she grabbed the bars that separated the two. "Why did you betray us, Talaitha?" How DARE you, mother?! How DARE you accuse ME of betraying YOU?! That's what she wanted to scream at her mother. But she knew it would do very little. Josephine Darvell had been locked up in Azkaban for nearly nine years, and it had done things to her mind. Elizabeth knew there was no cure for insanity, and that was exactly the case of Josephine Darvell. She had lost all that mattered to her when the War ended, and she considered her own daughter an enemy. "Don't call me by that name, mother", Elizabeth managed to force out. Her mind was in disarray. She just wanted to come and see what her mother's state was, and to tell her the news. Whether or not they made any differense to her at all. "I'm here only to tell you a few facts. I am still working as the Matron of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. I will work for the future of this world even if it means opposing you and your ideology. And I will gladly give my life to protect it from the likes of you", her words seeping with venom as she turned her back at her mother. "Oh, and if you have indeed been able to keep such good count of such important occasions, you should know that in eight days it'll be TWELVE YEARS since father died. You've made it perfectly clear that your ideology is far more important to you than your own daughter. Don't expect me back any time soon", Elizabeth spat as she exited the cell block. "Talaitha! Wait! You've got to get me out of here! The Dark Lord needs me! I'm your MOTHER, Talaitha!!", the dark woman screamed after the Matron, as she slammed the cell block's door heavily shut. What ever she had hoped to see in that cell was obviously an illusion. Josephine Darvell would not change. She would not cave. Loyal to her principles, that's something the Darvell women were. Had always been. Too bad for the past generations that Elizabeth's principles differed greatly from theirs. Timeline edited 060112 |
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