Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 16:20:33 GMT -5
Moon Milk
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Throughout much of her childhood, Loraine would have never believed possible what she now discovered about herself. For a large part of her youth, her parents had been like prisoners, forced to labour in the lowliest way possible. Of course she had then wanted to be elsewhere. As downtrodden as they were, her mothers would never let her children forget what was really their due. They were supposed to live with the wealth that was their rightful inheritance, free to go wherever they wanted. To do anything because nobody was above them to hinder them. Now that she could travel freely, she didn’t really want to. The first time she had been abroad, this had even confused her. She had expected that she would revel in this new-found liberty. But whenever she was too far away from home, she would get uneasy. She didn’t like to leave her mothers and brothers behind. It was irrational, for there was nothing that could happen to them. They were strong. They were in power. They were the only humans in this world she truly and unconditionally loved. She couldn’t lose any of them. She was uncomfortable whenever they were not in Apparating distance. She just needed to always have a direct way back.
Yet, this was not always possible and as little as she liked it, she wouldn’t let irrational feelings dictate what she needed to do. Britain might be the only country in the world that mattered to her, but that was mostly due to political reasons and, of course, the fact that it was the place where her family was most of the time. But she was going to be a Herbologist, and for this she couldn’t reduce herself to the study of native plants. And neither was studying from books good enough. No, a competent Herbologist had to witness the plants in the wilderness. There was no other way.
So Loraine found herself for the last couple of days touring Europe, stopping wherever the flora promised interesting investigation material. It meant walking around in hiking boots and ugly Muggle clothing. She really disliked that part. But then, she had to get to the places where there was the biggest chance to come across a rare plant, and the more secluded a spot was, the more likely this was. Just for reaching these spots, she had to compromise with the dignity of her appearance. Plants simply grew on the ground, there was no way to avoid kneeling down from time to time and touching earth. She did love this part, when she was concentrating on the plants. The only trouble was getting there. She couldn’t use the railway up this mountain of course. It wasn’t the summit that interested her, full of loud Muggle tourists. There were ways up, and there were the ways nobody knew about unless one had a witch’s eyes. So it wasn’t long until Loraine had left the official paths and was hiking up the mountain where no Muggle ever set their foot.
Yet, this was not always possible and as little as she liked it, she wouldn’t let irrational feelings dictate what she needed to do. Britain might be the only country in the world that mattered to her, but that was mostly due to political reasons and, of course, the fact that it was the place where her family was most of the time. But she was going to be a Herbologist, and for this she couldn’t reduce herself to the study of native plants. And neither was studying from books good enough. No, a competent Herbologist had to witness the plants in the wilderness. There was no other way.
So Loraine found herself for the last couple of days touring Europe, stopping wherever the flora promised interesting investigation material. It meant walking around in hiking boots and ugly Muggle clothing. She really disliked that part. But then, she had to get to the places where there was the biggest chance to come across a rare plant, and the more secluded a spot was, the more likely this was. Just for reaching these spots, she had to compromise with the dignity of her appearance. Plants simply grew on the ground, there was no way to avoid kneeling down from time to time and touching earth. She did love this part, when she was concentrating on the plants. The only trouble was getting there. She couldn’t use the railway up this mountain of course. It wasn’t the summit that interested her, full of loud Muggle tourists. There were ways up, and there were the ways nobody knew about unless one had a witch’s eyes. So it wasn’t long until Loraine had left the official paths and was hiking up the mountain where no Muggle ever set their foot.
