She had never been one to pray.

She had never been one to pray. Despite coming from a religious background, Amalie (or Christina back then) has never done it willingly; at least. She used to consider herself an atheist but never let her adoptive parents figure it out anyway. So she had only done those acts of prayer by force. And not by her own consciousness by the very  least. Gladly, they had never even guessed their only daughter to be an atheist. If they had ever found out; they would have burned her like a witch if they did. 

Burn her like a witch… she chuckled lightly at the thought and had found this a rather suitable pun at the moment. For as it so happens, she just happens to be a full pledged breed of one ever since she had refused to obey to her parents wishes not to go to Hogwarts. And her parents could burn her like one any time if they had wanted to But seeing as though she was no longer under their ‘care’- she was safe.

For now. 

She had thought that leaving her controlling father and overbearing mother would have done her some good. Escaping from her reality had seemed like the only solution. But only to find that going to Hogwarts had healed more of a reality than it was a dream. With all this commotion and losses and self discovery she had never wished to know, turning back time seemed impossible at the moment. And sometimes, they say that to cure a badly broken heart… or soul, the best remedy would have to be; Prayer. 

She had never been one to pray,but with everything considered, this was an exception. 

Amalie drew the covers away from her body, and once again she had found herself in a familiar position. Knees bent as they touched the floor, hands folded and pressed together with her head bent down and her eyes closed as she began to pray.

“Our Father in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name…”