Thread: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

It was in moments like these that Siobhan came to understand why Hogwarts felt more like home then her parent's estate in Inverness. She literally felt the freedom to breath deeper, to move as she wanted, to say what she wished and to be herself, not the perfect porcelain doll her parents and family expected her to be in order to live the life they'd planned for her. The closest she ever came to experiencing understanding when with them was in the unguarded moments when her mother, Honoria, would look at her and sigh softly, It's a shame, really, that you weren't born a boy... Her mother, try as she might, couldn't miss the signs of intelligence, ambition, and will that her daughter evidenced, as much as Siobhan did all she could to hide it. ... But don't got getting any ideas... You're meant for so much more then the life of a spinster-teacher my sister leads... is what Honoria would follow that up with, saying 'sister' in that way she had that was filled with low opinion and little regard for the work Nilsa did at Hogwarts. That was one of her mother's odd habits, never naming Nilsa as if her name itself was some form of curse that would infect and corrupt her daughter. Siobhan shook such bittersweet thoughts from her head as Nilsa voiced her appreciation for what she'd done with her hair, which, truth be told she'd done after Nilsa had made an offhanded comment last term about how lovely Siobhan would look with 'long, raven tresses'. That Nilsa went on to expand on her words, turning them into a true compliment made Siobhan's mouth go a little dry and her pulse race. The peals of melodious laughter that followed Nilsa's kind words were like music to Siobhan's ear, music that one day she'd love to dance to... A silly thought that made no sense but felt true for her nevertheless. Is THAT why all the children were imprisoned in the Nursery farfarfar from the Venetian table? We'd all wondered what we'd done to be sent away without dessert.... Siobhan said with merry laughter in her voice colored with the 'ah ha!' of a long time mystery solved. She and the cousins had been hatching an elaborate 'break out' plan that got no where because none of them could pick a lock. A skill gap she'd long since addressed... Just incase the need should arise again. Siobhan found the pretty pink blush spreading across Nilsa's cheeks bewitching and something made her feel a little bit dizzy at spying the smile that curved along Nilsa's sinfully tempting lips. So when her beloved aunt took Siobhan into her confidence she had her full attention. OhMyGod! OhMyGod! OhMyGod! OhMyGod! she squealed between fits of laughter. PLEASE let me borrow it to wear to Cousin Laura's garden party next season... She is his favorite after all... Siobhan reminded Nilsa unnecessarily as a dark little scheme was born in the back of her mind. Nilsa's support of her stance on the mechanizations of marriage warmed Siobhan's heart and melted the icy feeling that she was being a 'spiteful, willful, self important child' as her mother haranged her with day after day after day. Siobhan felt that arranging a marriage lowered her to the status of property and marriage itself to a meaningless obligation fulfilled lovelessly by popping out children for an ungrateful man. All those dark thoughts were disspelled by Nilsa's soothing words and gentle touch. Siobhan closed her eyes and sighed as she felt fingertips on her skin and her hand teasing through her hair. I will, auntie... Tha...thank you, she sighed out gratefully and like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Siobhan felt an electric thrill course through her when, unexpectedly, Nilsa's body twisted and brushed against hers as she turned to her neice and spoke to her in such a tender way Siobhan opened her eyes and lost herself in the deep pools of azure that were Nilsa's eyes. Siobhan tried to speak but the simple words Nilsa used to express her care and concern, love and support of her neice robbed Siobhan of power of speach. Her red eyes glowed with the tenderest kinds of emotion and when Nilsa drew Siobhan in closer, the girl sighed, smiled softly and nodded gratefully. She smiled up into Nilsa's eyes as she held her that way, with a firm hand but not a forceful one, speaking to her like she was someone of value and worth... For who she was herself not what she would do when she married. A single tear, a happy one, rolled down Siobhan's left cheek and then dropped onto her robe to disappear in it's dark folds. As Nilsa leaned forward, Siobhan was awash in the sweet scent her aunt wore and she felt herself get a bit weak in the knees. To steady herself she instinctively reached out and took ahold of her Aunt by her waist as a kind of tension grew between them, the likes of which Siobhan had never felt before. She found herself beathing raggedly as her eyes were fixed on her aunt's sweet, luscious lips as they descended upon her cheek. She shivered and one of her hands balled into a fist at Nilsa's side as a sound that was somewhere between a happy sigh and a plaintive whimper escaped her lips. Siobhan's alabaster cheeks turned almost blood red as she blushed deeply as her head swam with all sorts of images of a lusty, naughty nature as her body SCREAMED for her to just let go of all self control, to cling to her loving aunt's body and cover her face with kisses as she tore her cloths off. I.. I'm sorry!! Siobhan muttered as she trembled and bowed her head, hiding her face and her shame from Nilsa's sight as her aunt welcomes her back so sweetly. Shaken to the core by the strength of her desire, the power of her passion and the way all she feels can't be right... Can it? She doesn't DARE begin to believe her sweet, loving, SEXY STOP IT! aunt could feel as she feels as she feels and wouldn't betray her by forcing her school girl crush-obsession upon her. I... I should go, Auntie... I'm... Being greedy... Taking up so much of your time, Siobhan stammers but even though she talks of leaving she can't make herself leave the confines of Nilsa's embrace.