It was so wonderful to have something to take care of again. Of course it wasn't a puppy, who Daciana was certain by now was quite the dog, but it would more than do. She had been enjoying her time with 'him', having christened the sack Hamlet and pinned little bits of fabric onto it. It was really the most charming and sweet thing in the world!

Now, she and Hamlet were just settling down in a secluded section of the castle, next to a table laid out with the makings for a lovely tea service. There were four chairs, two of which were currently occupied along with sandwiches and biscuits.

"Hamlet, I do believe I'll be so dreadfully worried if they do not arrive soon!" she said, fixing a napkin to the front of the sack of flour. It wouldn't be right if he spilled all over himself, now would it?

Daciana sat in the library, trying desperately to be good and read, just as she should, but was finding it hard, as she had had the misfortune to pick to sit near the window. Her lack of attention getting the better of her, she let her mind and imagination drift as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and stared out at the snowy landscape. She wondered vaguely if it was really worth studying at all, what with the holidays being so near, but she quickly shook such thoughts from her head, instead focusing on the hope that her mum or dad would be back to visit her. She had to make them proud and by being the best student and Slytherin she could be, then she knew she would be doing just that.

No darker thoughts drifted into her head as she absentmindedly turned the page of her book, not realising that she hadn't yet read and comprehended what was written on the page.

Send letters and owls to Miss D.I. Javensworth here.

They say I look like I look like my mother.

I hope I do. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Even if I don't really know her.

( beauty in the eye of the beholder )

I live the fool's dream.

This is Daciana's full app & information (which will be fleshed out later). Comment here for backstorying and such, dolls.

( Oh blood, how pure as snow thy are. )