Tracey Davis ; 17 ; Slytherin
Come find the place
Where the curtain is thin.
Wink at the watchman,
And he'll let you in.
No note accompanied her gift, no wrapping adorned the memories held within.
A manuscript, titled The Tales of Tracey & Seth : Explorers of the Deep.
Tiny, unruly scrawl. They had been so young when they had started this
Game to send them far from their father’s presence, to safety, contentment.
"Tracey, you’ll never be like mama, we’ll travel the world!" He had
Boasted so loudly on those occasions. It cut through her heart now.
Her fingers caressed the sweetness of her childhood so gently, and
Then she shoved the mess of papers roughly under his door and stood.
"Happy birthday, Seth," she whispered.
Her voice a ghost, a thing of the past.