Talk:Ileana's Stuff/@comment-4423292-20141108183038

Ileana stood in the center of their room and took a panning look. Five years, she and Emelia had shared it. Ileana still remembered the day they got it, her asking Emelia awkwardly, "Want to be roommates?" Five years. She must've slept there for at least a thousand nights. This is where she cried, and told Emelia about her mum and grandparents. This is where Emelia cried and told her her own story.

She'd never be back, Ileana told herself. After she was gone, the locked door would keep people out for a while, but once word got out that she was gone, it'd be broken into. Her things would be raided, some stolen, some destroyed.

She couldn't bring it all. She didn't want to, she was tired to carrying her history with her. But she couldn't leave it all either.

What to take? What to leave to get ransacked? The question seemed annoyingly poetic.

Ileana went to the bookshelf. Their shared copy of The Hunger Games that she and Emelia loved so well. It was battered from being read and thrown and thumbed though again and again and again. She hadn't read it in a year or two, but she had to take it. They'd loved it too well for her to leave it to get looted now.

Her text books. She didn't need those... or did she? The index of spells and the potions recipes might come in handy...

Ileana straightened out her blanket and started piling all the things on her bed. Clothes, that was easy. They were all worn school robes. Honestly, she wasn't even sure which ones were hers, she'd borrowed Emelia's so much. One set of clean robes, one set of clean muggle clothes, and her best cloak. It wasn't really a traveling cloak, which is what she needed, but it would do.

She gathered up all the pictures