Jen Gibbon (floonthego) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-08-20 13:06:00

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[WHO?] Estella Derrick and Jen Gibbon
[WHERE?] Estella's house.
[WHEN?] Now.
[WHY?] Jen's depressed and Stell wants to talk.

Jen rolled out of bed and sighed. She never turned down Estella. Tobias occasionally but never Estella. She rubbed her face once. Jen decided not to go for her normal look and stayed in her sweats and tank top. She took one last look at her bed and shook her head. Going back to sleep was just going to piss Estella off. However much she wanted to it just wasn't a good idea. She went to her bedroom and brushed her teeth quickly and put her hair up in a hairtie to hide the curly mess that it was. She slipped on flats that were sitting in her bathroom and went back out to grab her purse. Pulling out her wand within the depths of that purse she murmured a charm to lock her doors again...and windows.

Grabbing her I.D. card from her bedside -- just in case, you never knew nowadays she apparated over to Estella's with a large crack. She was thanking God that she worked in the Muggle world and didn't have to worry about her job like the others did, even if she was a halfblood. She apparated to just outside Estella's home and knocked on her door. She tapped her foot impaitently waiting for her beloved sister to open up. She listened for footsteps and she heard the giggling of Jacob.

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estellerina
2008-08-20 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Estella didn't like the word 'depressed'.

She didn't like saying it, she didn't like talking about it, and she didn't like admitting that she'd once been depressed. Clinically, with no sense of escape for over a year. A naturally emotional person, it hadn't taken her long to fall into the routine of not having interest in anything, avoiding her family and friends, sleepless nights---days, weeks of the same dark and miserable place. Estella didn't like admitting that she'd let herself lose touch in so much, she was embarrassed that she hadn't been strong enough to fight it.

So Florence talking about her issues, it startled Estella. Her sister had not been through anything as intense as she had, or as life shattering and---Estella knew that different people were affected in different ways by different things, but the fact remained; she believed that she'd be able to help Florence, before she really got too deep.

And--teenagers did tend to be a bit more dramatic than they'd like you to believe.

After shooing Jacob upstairs ("Blocks?" "Blocks!"), Estella wiped her hands on her shirt and opened the front door. "Hey, hi--come in, I've got tea on the stove."

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floonthego
2008-08-21 04:58 am UTC (link)

She nodded slightly, her eyes off somewhere else. Some of this was just building up from Rome. She had spent so many months in that damn church, trying to earn her way back. She shook her head slightly behind Estella's back as she stepped in. She wasn't going to be bitter on top of that. There was no point. What was done was done and it was over an done with now. "Alright," she spoke softly.

Depression didn't always have to have a good reason. Like losing your husband or another loved one. Sometimes it was just there, creeping up into your system when you least expect it. It could just ruin your day or it could consume you. At the moment it was consuming Florence.

She followed her sister into the kitchen and sat on the normal stool she occupied when she had sat in Stella's kitchen before. She crossed her legs at the ankles and looked a little less like Florence. Her eyes were still tired though she put on a smile to try to hide some of it. "So, here I am," in the same soft tone she had spoken in before. She waited for her cup of tea patiently.

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