Tænar Verch Tygath (age 15) 
Yuletide

Sitting alone in her room with everyone else away for the Holiday’s, Tænar looked at the one package she’d gotten. Her parents were in the middle of a divorce and neither had time to ‘deal with children or buying things that would be thrown away within a year anyways’.

She wasn’t a child, and she didn’t throw things away without reason. She cherished gifts. But at least her sister had sent her something. She’d sent her sister a RavenClaw cloak. Her sister loved cloaks as much as she loved scarves and shawls.

She hadn’t really expected anything though both of them were at school studying hard, or rather Tænar was studying and her sister was avoiding jail time. A few years ago her sister had started running with the wrong crowd, got involved with a vampire and things went south from there.

Apparently Ystradwel’d  gone south as well, straight into the boy’s lap. She’d became a fang banger, and then.. a fanger. After her sister’s transformation her parent’s had lost their collective minds. And now a divorce was on the horizon and in the court’s.

Taking the present to the bed she sat crosslegged on the over spred and carefully opened the rather weird wrapping paper. After the change her sister had gotten kind of creepy and weird, but also kind of cool as well. The Paper was little caskets and tomb stones and the bow was dark red like blood and the lace was black as a Slytherin soul.

Maybe she’d use it for her sisters birthday.. or did she celebrate her death day now? She’d have to ask, maybe it was both?

Lifting off the lid she box she pulled out the cotton material and looked at it. Clutching it to her chest she cried. Her sister had sent her a Scarf from her school! Black and Purple (a shade of blue in her head) it had the logo of her sisters school on it. “Nevermore Academy”

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