16 Jun 2020, 23:50
Obscure
@Flash Holmwood @Meenauh Silmataurea @Nico Shymane
Things went downhill faster than a Nimbus 2000 diving down from a hundred feet above the ground. It was all fun and giggles - innocent renegades they were - until it actually seemed to become, real. No longer just pure fantasy or imagination. No longer a whisper; a gossip. The eerie atmosphere had already been persistent in sending shivers down the boys’ spines. So when the white fog started to appear and strengthen itself by the second, Euphaustus could feel his legs, knees, giving up on him. Like spears being shoved deep behind his caps. His stomach grumbled and a hush of cold wind spiked every single one of his body hair, while his dark messy hair curled up in cowardness.
Euphaustus’ fair skin had probably camouflaged itself within the now-smokey ambience. His hands waved around trying to find Flash - if anyone were to see him, they’d presume he was performing the chicken dance. He wanted to speak, words trembled at the edge of his pink tongue until realization hit him that he’d be making it easier for the myth - if it could still be called that - to chop them into pieces. He couldn’t even stand up properly and balance himself out anymore. All he could see was the fading figure of where his fellow student once sat. Then, it was just desperation and him.
The ominous aura and ticking sounds were like honey and warm milk, they worked together sweetly. The chills became even more unbearable with every doom. Dooms that represented, quite literally, a self-explanatory result of what was about to happen. The poor boy was on the verge of letting out a stream of wailing rivers from his oval green eyes. He sniffed, sobbed and waved goodbye to Flash, even if he couldn’t see him.
“I’m sorry, I never thought it’d end up this way. I must have not mentioned my grandma, it’s definitely, most probably her who called upon evil to kill us.” He whispered brashly, closing his eyes shut close until a feminine, howling voice replied in return.
So here’s how things could have turned out: Either the legend the two were after was a woman, Flash was a girl in disguise as a boy or his grandmother was also attending the ceremony. How fun.
Turns out, it was all just a blasted prank; a punishment of some sorts meant to terrify the innocent younglings whose intentions were anything but troubling. Right…
What made things worse was that seemingly the trauma they had to suffer was not enough. Not sure who gave these stupid Prefects the authority to whip out their tongue and claim to have the power to punish them, but Euphaustus was not having it. If it wasn’t for the cold, he’d be fuming more than the fog itself. And if it wasn’t for the fright he had received, he would have spoken up, because if he tried, all he’d manage to say would be stutters of why and how.
Being relatively known to be that ‘one creepy kid’ Euphaustus felt outplayed and completely destroyed. He was meant to be the one to scare others, not the other way round. Him, and only him! Let it be known, that he’d get his revenge.
But the chocolate was good and enough to be counted as full compensation.
“Is there more of that?”