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Post One || 261 Words

March 2041

 

The waiting had to be the hardest part.  For any given task, Seeley Lane Pichardo was normally known as a patient girl.  How else would she have been able to squeeze herself into tight spaces and sit around for hours and hours doing what she called "stake-outs."  Really, they could only be considered spying on her fellow classmates but regardless it was those activities that had helped her acquire lots of valuable information over the years.  

 

She'd found dozens of places and spaces to hide in and learned dozens of trivial facts and secrets about people that they'd probably rather keep hidden.  Who was dating who, who was snogging who, and who had failed an exam or assignment that they really, really couldn't afford to fail.  

 

But, weeks had gone by since she'd finished off her letter to the ministry (with her father's help, of course) and waiting to hear back was actually killing her.  All the patience in the world couldn't help her deal with the tension that crept into her shoulders every time the owls flew in with the post and nothing dropped down for her.  Every couple of days, she would wander into the Defense offices, where her father had settled in to grade essays and prepare himself for their next lesson, and ask him if anything had gotten delivered to him by mistake.  

 

"No Snipe, they'll get the right Pichardo."

 

He'd give her a hug, squeeze her shoulders and tell her to find something else to focus on but she never could get it off her mind. 

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Post Two | 330 Words

 

That wasn't surprising.  It was, after all, a pretty big deal.  He'd assured her so when he'd finally gotten over the fact that she had wanted to study it in the first place and, of course, the reasons why.   

 

Coming clean about what had happened to her, the whole story; breaking into a professor's office when she absolutely shouldn't have and subsequently falling victim to the curses that lined the objects and walls inside.  He'd been upset about those things and shook his head.  Blue eyes had darkened in the same way they always did when she was sure he was about to get angry and dish out some kind of punishment - although what he might do here she wasn't sure.  Grounding her wasn't exactly an option.  But, when she'd continued on to say that she'd already been dealt with, trust her, in a way he probably only wished he could.   

 

Oliver had said more then once he wished he could read her mind when his teenage daughter did something that particularly frustrated him and this, on the whole, was one of those things.  Thankfully, that remark didn't leave his mouth this time.  Something that made Seeley feel far worse fell into the air and for the first time in a long time she felt a little like crying when she nodded in response after he said, 'You can always tell me anything.' and fell into a hug.  

 

She probably should have left it at that, but of course the sixteen year old had never learned to leave well enough alone.  "I did tell someone Daddy." She mentioned, sniffling just once and then she backed out of the embrace and cleared her throat nervously before looking at him and then glancing at the floor where she could spy a quill stuck underneath the desk.  

 

She wondered if he knew it was there.   "That summer that Des and his dad came for a visit.... I uhm... I told Des about it."  

 

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Post Three | 271 Words 

 

Predictably, the whole conversation had cone even farther downhill from there.  Oliver Pichardo had not taken it well that his own daughter hadn't felt it pertinent to come to him, instead of a bubbling teenage boy, with quite possibly the most traumatizing thing that had ever happened to her.  But, everything was out in the open now.  

 

There were words, his voice had gotten much louder then she'd heard it in a while and she wondered if she should warn Desmond to keep a low profile for a few days but in the end her had settled down and aside from expressing his disappointment he had also told her he believed in her.  None of that had stopped her from going as far as she had in that tournament or keeping her grades up or earning the badge for her house, so why shouldn't she try and accomplish, just one more thing.  

 

"You'll have to work on your concentration." He advised, sinking back down into his chair and reaching for his wand to refill his tea.  "I know you have focus when you want it, but this will take a lot more.  You can't be distracted, and someone will be trying intensely."  Seeley wasn't sure how her father knew anything about it.  Maybe him helping out Professor Foster this year had been for the best after all, but she nodded with his advice and was reminded of some of the reading she'd done when she'd been researching for her essay.   

 

She knew exactly where to start now, and she had the perfect idea of the place to go to do it.   

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Post Four | 325 Words 

 

The Pichardo house in Plymouth had a sloping backyard that lead towards the water, and a dock.  From the edge of that dock, she could see her family's marina in the curve of the shoreline.  A ten minute walk, or an easy floo from her house into her father's office if she was in a hurry (and if they'd let her) but Seeley had always found, when she was especially sad, or troubled, or even just stuck on a point in one of her 'cases' that she'd concocted that simply sitting on the edge of that dock and staring off across the water always helped her to clear her head.  

 

Hogwarts didn't have her backyard, it didn't have her dock, or her backyard bay or her view of her parent's marina.  But, it didn't have a boathouse, and a dock of it's own and a lakeside and if she had to pick a second favorite place - second only to the dueling chamber - the dock was likely it.  

 

The good part about this time of year was that the snow had pretty much melted away and, though overcast, it wasn't raining as Seeley made her way down to the edge of the lake and stepped out onto the wood.  This was so much wider, longer; larger then the dock in her backyard, but it would do.  A breeze floated off the black lake and whipped her blonde hair against her face as she sat down on the edge and looked out across the water.  

 

Clearing her mind.  Thinking of nothing.  That was a true challenge when she had OWLs rapidly approaching and any number of other things picking at her consciousness.  But, she closed her eyes and breathed in along with the breeze.  Out of habit, her hands curled around the edge of the wood underneath her and exhales flowed in time with the sounds of the water lapping at the beams holding up the planks.  

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Post Five | 302 Words 

 

It didn't take her long to wonder why she hadn't thought to come to this place sooner.  Not because she had to learn to practice meditation for this conquest, but simply because this felt so much like home.  The scents weren't the same, there was no salt in the air and it somehow just smelled colder, but the sounds weren't all that different.  The feeling under her fingertips of the wood and her legs swaying over the edge; with her eyes closed she couldn't see the mountains that surrounded the black lake and instead she could envision the evening scenery of a quiet night in her own backyard.  

 

Lights of the businesses along the boardwalk springing to life, and the boats on the water shifting the waves into existence.  It took her away from the anxiety of the waiting for an answer.  Away from the stress and the pressure she felt and soon she felt only the free sort of feeling she always seemed to feel when she sat alone in her place at home.  

 

It was likely more then just seconds or even minutes that had passed, she could tell that by the way her fingers were like ice by the time she pulled them away from the edge of the dock and rubbed her hands together.  It had grown darker and colder and when she turned to look behind her more lights had come on in the windows of the castle.  Reluctantly, Seeley rose from the edge and made her way back towards the warmth and the busy of the school, where her responsibilities would find her again.  

 

A fluttering note greeted her just steps from the castle's door and as she snatched it out of the air, Seeley quickly recognized her father's handwriting before she unfolded it and her stomach flipped.  

 

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Snipe,                                                                   

              Your instructor has arrived.  Congratulations.  

                                                               -Dad 

 

 

 

GM of Prof. P in this thread are approved. ❤️ 

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