The Fall of The Poem

She was walking the clear floors of her father’s gallery, trying to see if there was any small detail, she missed in the memorizing painting on the wall behind the clear glass.
Van Gogh was her favorite and as you can guess her father’s too, both relating to being a replacement to their parents, same to Van Gogh, as you may know the story, before Vincent was born, he had another sibling by the same name, Vincent Van Gogh, and they’re died too young, and when Vincent was born, he was given the name of his dead brother as his parents thought he’d be what they’re late son never got to be.
Both Arabella and her father, Sirius, weren’t accepted to the full by their families, same to Vincent, Vincent was neglected for being an artist but his brother was his only supporter, both brothers end was tragic, six month after Van Gogh’s still unsolved death, dies his brother, Theo, of the side effects of syphilis.
Sirius never being accepted by his family but his brother’ uncle and cousin, all disowned or to his uncle’s case, murdered by a family member. Arabella, never fully accepted by her uncle, Regulus, but only owning the title ‘his niece’ nothing more, but a lot more less than this for sure.
She found her peace in art, music, books, poetry, the sky and the nature but especially in her father’s arms. Their bond was the one you see in films and read about in books, stronger than unbreakable vow.
She was walking the floor, yes you heard it correct, the floor that was whole dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh, or as you’d hear from people’s voices, “the greatest artist of all times”.
She was staring at a specific painting, that at the description board was written in curled handwriting with gold shining through, and it was dictated to her and it said: “to my greatest creation, love, and fear, I dictate this to you, for being the light on my darkest days and the person I trust with everything I have and don’t have, je t'aime mon amour”
She was looking at the letters that were creating the words her father always said to her no matter what was the moment.
She was tracing the gold softly until she felt the hot tears touching her checks and leaving long path of pain and memories she’ll never have with her father again.
She was getting flashbacks of the moments that took a place, she was turning around as she thought she was hearing a little girl running around laughing and a strong deep braking laugh was heard in the background as she turned around she saw a little child with black curls and a oversized outfit running around but couldn’t see her face, as she blinked it took its place as a fairy tails magic.
Before she left the floor, the painting and the memory she whispered one last time “je t’aime dad” with holding her tears back and leaving the gallery to its being.
She was taking the walk to diagon ally and apparated to the grounds in-front of Hogwarts’ gates.
She climbed the side stones of the wall and got back to what it would be called “the safe grounds”, but for her it was just another place to put on the mask that earned the title “the black mask”, as you’d ask your-self what is that even mean? Well, the answer is in the body of the title, being a black mean to fake it all and be prepared to any hit to be thrown at you, here, at Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry, she was the happy person of the group, the one to never have problems, perfect life as her mates would say.
She was getting up to her dorm as a rat run by her legs and just kept to it’s way.
Her dorm was quiet because the lessons were taking place but she couldn’t care to go and show her face there so she decided to take a small nap until the door to her dorm was wide open, and Teddy, her best-friend, was standing there with a tired look on his face.
{Teddy Lupin} hey shortie, move your arse I need to sleep.
His Welsh English accent was heard and the smoke of an expensive cologne and cigs was coming off him as he laid down and faced the celling, he was a tall man, and handsome lad, the one every girl and lad could dream about even sitting next to them. He’d trade the world for the one he cares and loves.
They’re both laying down facing the celling.
{T.L} “the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple” said teddy as he was facing the celling and slowly tracing Arabella’s hair while her head rested on his chest and the only sound to be heard was their deep breaths and Bella’s melting point reaching to it’s last nerve that hold it all together
{T.L} “our scars make us know that the past was real” and this simple quote, by Jane Austen was the breaking point for Arabella, the tears were following shortly after long 6 month of holding it all in, three of them living in pure pain because her father died and no one knows about it…
The screams of pain and agony echo through the walls of the dorm, the sky were trembling and the oceans could never hold the amount of salt and burning pain that was inside her body, the screams turned into begging, begging her best-friend , begging the sky , begging herself to bring her father back and that it was all a stupid nightmare she has since his death, seeing this green light and his dead body laying and his blood tracing her hands the crimson replacing her skin color to the red that would fill her future dreams.
The sounds became to small to silent whispers, words in her father’s language, were used to beg and ask and trade her soul to the devil’s alter just to feel the safeness she didn’t feel for 6 month… and the one that would never have again, the pain, the emptiness of her father’s arms around her hugging her and giving her the safeness she needs.
Those words that were always softly dancing around her mind and always there when she feels like her body is giving up to the dark colors of the canvas.
The hours passed and the sky were colored in the colors of purple, orange and red as the moon took the place of the sun and the dark was shown and the lads were walking to great-hall and taking their sits with their friends as if nothing happened 15 mints before.
They chatty voices and happy yells were heard around the table and the happy smiles were seen from the group and the jealous one were seen from behind, this group of mates, that everyone wanted to be in.
Three boys and one girl, Teddy, which is a Hufflepuff, Elijah a Slytherin lad, with black hair and also a tall muscled figure with a few tattoos around his body, and the last one Andrew, a blonde wavy Ravenclaw mate who was the most responsible of the group. So far we met Arabella and Elijah, Eli or Els for short the two pranksters of the group, a slight reminder to our lovely marauders, James and Sirius. We got Andrew and Teddy, the mother of the group, the one who’s if not them, the both lads would be dead, and yes we speak of Bella and Els.
The night ended with a lovely prank on the Slytherins that would be shown only tomorrow.
Until than, mischief managed.