Errand Finding Your Flag PV Willow Reopened
@Willow Anderson
Date: October 1st
Time: Afternoon, after classes
Location: Muggle Studies Classroom
Time: Afternoon, after classes
Location: Muggle Studies Classroom
Errands were still not something Ruka was too terribly fond of. No matter how much he tried to shake the feeling, he still usually felt like he was letting himself be bribed into doing things he wouldn't even have thought of doing otherwise, but he was trying. This year was supposed to be a year of changes, of self-improvement, and why shouldn't he start with easy to accomplish school tasks? If nothing else it would at least get him some house points.
So when he read about the errand set up in the Muggle Studies Classroom, he hadn't hesitated for long before deciding to join. It didn't sound like something that would take a lot of time anyway; Creating his own flag? Should be done in no time! Take a sheet of paper, pour some glitter on, paint the edges in random colours, there was nothing too difficult about that, really.
Once classes had finished on that day, Ruka had rushed to his dormitory, ridding himself of the school uniform to instead slip into a pair of grey jeans and a dark blue hoodie, feet clad in his favourite grey sneakers. He had dropped all his school books on his night stand and filled his messenger bag with nothing but the essentials before heading to the Muggle Studies Classroom, a room that had strangely enough become one of his favourites real quick since the start of the school year. There was something curiously intriguing about learning of the Muggle World from a Wizard's perspective.
Today, however, the classroom was organised differently, seemed bigger somehow, and more colourful too what with all the stationary provided for colouring and decorating the flags. It almost seemed like the room was waiting for an even younger audience, pre-school kids looking to do some arts and crafts to pass the time, but there were already students present, showing off that the errand was indeed intended for their age group, so Ruka made his way inside with confident steps, gathering everything he thought he might need for his project before settling down by an empty table so he could concentrate in peace.
Despite how sure he had been that creating his own flag wasn't going to take very long, he found himself staring at the blank paper he had put in front of him, hands flat against the table top as he hummed thoughtfully. A flag to represent who he was and where he came from, what kind of assignment was that? Most days Ruka felt like he barely knew himself at all and where he really came from wasn't exactly the most picturesque scene. How did one put homelessness on a flag?
Carefully he reached for a green crayon, setting the tip down on the bottom edge of the paper just to withdraw it again. "Huh," he hummed to himself, surprised with how difficult the task seemed to be now that he was actually being confronted with it. He could see a rough picture of what he thought represented him, a mixture of browns and reds, some green mixed into it. He recalled telling Thomas that life had painted all over him, had imagined blacks and grey back then, mixed with specks of red, but that darkness had made way for some lighter colours these days. The gentle strokes of a brush, repainted parts of his essence into something slightly warmer, calmer, more sure of himself.
Setting the crayon down again, Ruka drew his first line, from one corner to the next, lips pressed into a thin line in concentration.
Maybe this task was going to take more time than he thought after all.
Word Count
609/1000
~Hell is other people~ - Jean Paul Sartre
Stamina: 7 ~ Evasion: 9 ~ Strength: 4 ~ Wisdom: 12 ~ Arcane Power: 6 ~ Accuracy: 7
