Post by ELLEN VICTORIA LEYDEN on Jul 14, 2012 9:25:49 GMT
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Everything was coming apart. Now that he was gone her world would no longer be the same, and that scared her so much. Ellen had lived for their late night conversations during the summer, quidditch sessions in the backyard, and the advice that he gave her whenever she had no idea what to do. Andrew had been one of her closest and best friends since she was a little girl, and now he was gone. In the blink of an eye he was taken from her without warning, and it wasn't fair. He was the kindest person she ever knew--kind to people who didn't deserve it. How could someone so worthy of life lose it while mass murderers were allowed to roam freely? She understood that what happened was a freak accident; that there was nothing that could have been done. It was still completely unbelievable. Unbelievable to the point Ellen tried not to believe it. In fact the day after it happened she didn't believe it, any of it. It was funny how she could recall the day of his death so perfectly, but the days after were all a blur.
It was an important game in the season so the family had gone to watch him play. She had seen it with her very own eyes: the collision, him lying there unconscious, and the medics rushing him off the St. Mungos. When they got there he looked very beat up, but she knew in her heart he couldn't die. If he dyed she didn't know what she'd do; Drew had been apart of her life for too long life without him was unfathomable. During his stay at St. Mungos she didn't leave his side even when her parents told her to go home and rest. Ellen couldn't leave him. The healers said things didn't look good, but that they'd try everything. After seven days of trying they declared him brain dead. When the news got to her she passed out, and once she was back home and stable she refused to come out of her room or eat anything. She wanted to cry, and yet she couldn't. Her parents were very worried about her; she knew it, but she couldn't face reality. If she stayed in her room she could pretend he was still alive; the moment she left she'd see the empty room and it would all come crashing down.
After a few days of her catatonic behavior her mother tried to comfort her and it didn't work. Then they sent in her best girlfriend, but there was nothing she could do or say to make her come out. Eventually the family sent in the big guns and got Kevin to come in and talk to her. With him she cried the hardest she had ever cried before and left her room just in time to help plan for the funeral. She picked out the flowers and music; the service was to be held in the Catholic Church where the two of them had been baptized. A reception would be held at their house for the close friends and family. As the days grew closer to the funeral Ellen couldn't help but feel queasy. This would be the day she would have to stop pretending and realize her brother was gone for good. Something in her simply couldn't accept that.
On July 15, 1976 Ellen Leyden arrived at the church with her family dressed in black. Casablanca Lilies surrounded the interior of the church; their fragrance so beautiful. The music of Tchaikovsky, Mahler, and other classical composers alluded to Andrew's love of muggle music. When the service was over Ellen went back to her house to face the reception 'party,' but it really wasn't much of a party. Perhaps if Drew had been an old man of eighty it could be a celebration of his life, but he wasn't. He was twenty five. As Ellen looked around she felt overwhelmed at the amount of people who had decided to attend. Family members from both the wizarding and muggle side were there. Much to her surprise her grandma and grandpa Leyden had made an appearance, and it saddened her and angered her that this was her first time meeting them. They had no right to attend because they had abandoned the family and only knew Drew when he was first born. Not to mention they didn't bother to attend her birth.
She finally gave up on searching for a familiar face and took a glass of champagne and sat down in her favorite chair. Normally Ellen would be excited to see family, but on an occasion like this she didn't want to socialize at all. How come family only showed up at funerals and weddings? Looking at the fireplace she looked at pictures of her and Drew smiling. He had so many dreams that never came true. Nobody knew how much he wanted to get married and have a family with the perfect girl, how he wanted to spend a year without his wand just to see how mom felt, and how he wanted to be there when she got married. None of that was going to ever happen now, and it hurt her so much.
[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]It was an important game in the season so the family had gone to watch him play. She had seen it with her very own eyes: the collision, him lying there unconscious, and the medics rushing him off the St. Mungos. When they got there he looked very beat up, but she knew in her heart he couldn't die. If he dyed she didn't know what she'd do; Drew had been apart of her life for too long life without him was unfathomable. During his stay at St. Mungos she didn't leave his side even when her parents told her to go home and rest. Ellen couldn't leave him. The healers said things didn't look good, but that they'd try everything. After seven days of trying they declared him brain dead. When the news got to her she passed out, and once she was back home and stable she refused to come out of her room or eat anything. She wanted to cry, and yet she couldn't. Her parents were very worried about her; she knew it, but she couldn't face reality. If she stayed in her room she could pretend he was still alive; the moment she left she'd see the empty room and it would all come crashing down.
After a few days of her catatonic behavior her mother tried to comfort her and it didn't work. Then they sent in her best girlfriend, but there was nothing she could do or say to make her come out. Eventually the family sent in the big guns and got Kevin to come in and talk to her. With him she cried the hardest she had ever cried before and left her room just in time to help plan for the funeral. She picked out the flowers and music; the service was to be held in the Catholic Church where the two of them had been baptized. A reception would be held at their house for the close friends and family. As the days grew closer to the funeral Ellen couldn't help but feel queasy. This would be the day she would have to stop pretending and realize her brother was gone for good. Something in her simply couldn't accept that.
On July 15, 1976 Ellen Leyden arrived at the church with her family dressed in black. Casablanca Lilies surrounded the interior of the church; their fragrance so beautiful. The music of Tchaikovsky, Mahler, and other classical composers alluded to Andrew's love of muggle music. When the service was over Ellen went back to her house to face the reception 'party,' but it really wasn't much of a party. Perhaps if Drew had been an old man of eighty it could be a celebration of his life, but he wasn't. He was twenty five. As Ellen looked around she felt overwhelmed at the amount of people who had decided to attend. Family members from both the wizarding and muggle side were there. Much to her surprise her grandma and grandpa Leyden had made an appearance, and it saddened her and angered her that this was her first time meeting them. They had no right to attend because they had abandoned the family and only knew Drew when he was first born. Not to mention they didn't bother to attend her birth.
She finally gave up on searching for a familiar face and took a glass of champagne and sat down in her favorite chair. Normally Ellen would be excited to see family, but on an occasion like this she didn't want to socialize at all. How come family only showed up at funerals and weddings? Looking at the fireplace she looked at pictures of her and Drew smiling. He had so many dreams that never came true. Nobody knew how much he wanted to get married and have a family with the perfect girl, how he wanted to spend a year without his wand just to see how mom felt, and how he wanted to be there when she got married. None of that was going to ever happen now, and it hurt her so much.
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