Gathering the Pieces [open]

[kira]

Kira, a Ravenclaw female, a half breed of sorts though not in the way of blood but in the way of being human. In truth she could say that she was actually fully human, just half un-dead, or something like that she supposed. Still she did not consider herself fully human, but half monster instead. She hated it, hated it ever since she found out why she was prohibited to go outside when she was a child, hated it ever since she realized why her mother's family hated her, just hated it all. But after a time she hid her hatred well, she learned that to show it only brought pain to her, to show anything would bring pain, so instead she opted not to. She decided that she could avoid that pain, but still it lingered. She denied it, but it was there. It was different now that she hid from the world within herself, different yet still pain. She could never bring herself to be with anyone now, especially with what happened last year, but she still went on. Her ambitions had been lost a long time and her sole focus was on survival in this world. It was not easy for her but she continued to exist.

Existing, was that all she was doing now? Was that the only thing that concerned her? Kira would like to have a real life, but as far as she believed she had little hope for that. In her mind she was a monster. Even in that book in her first year, when it's pages possessed her, or something of the sorts anyway, even that evil being that had resided within her long ago had called her monster. Of course that being was evil, only wishing to cause her pain and fear. Still, that single word was what she hated, she hated it yet she believed herself to be one. It was not fair, but then when was life ever fair? Her family that she knew hated her, wanted to see her dead she would be willing to bet. However, Kira did not think that they had the guts to do it themselves. She believed that they feared her for what she was and in turn hated her. They did not understand her, people fear and hate what they do not understand. Fear of the unknown was popular among humans. But at school she found some sanctuary, where no one knew of her secret. Where she was, for the most part, safe. This was her comfort, her sanctuary. But not all of Hogwarts, not by far. Only a select few places did she feel that comfort.

Coming back from her thoughts, Kira could hear the soft clicking of her shoes against the stone floor of Hogwarts. In the classes that she past she could hear giggling. The classrooms were suppose to be empty but they hardly ever were, always hiding students that wanted to meet up somewhere and decided upon one of the classrooms, or keeping prying eyes away from a couple who had found their sanctuary withing on of the empty rooms. She never understood those couples. Her existence left her little choices to choose from, love was not among those choices. Well, her father was there, but that was a different kind of love altogether. Her father. He had not been present in her life since she was just born up until sixth year. She had wondered why he suddenly reappeared, sending her a locket with her mother's picture sitting along side a picture of himself. He had sought her forgiveness and, after learning his reasons and what had happened, he had it. Now they were learning how to live with one another. She cared about him, perhaps even loved him as a daughter should love her father, but it was really too short a time to know.

Kira let her chestnut eyes fall to the floor in front of her as she walked, her brown bangs covering her pale face. Her face was pale partly because of what she was. It was also pale because she did not go outside in the sun often. Though she would not die from suddenly running out under the intense rays of the sun that did not mean that it did not bother her. If she stayed out too long she could overheat and faint and she did not want that to happen. Focusing her gaze again she could see her black shoes that she wore, her pants legs also became visible. She had opted to wear pants instead of a skirt, it was more comfortable in her opinion. Her cloak billowed out behind her as she walked, though she paid it no mind. What she was wearing was not so noticeable, she enjoyed just being another face in the crowd anyway. Less attention meant less trouble after all. Besides, she would rather be alone anyway as company complicated things. She paused for a moment, her feet slowing to a stop as she found herself staring outside the hallway window. It was still daylight out, the sky clear and everything looking bright. It was a sight to kind for her eyes, finding that her mood was undeserving of it today.