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1. the barbarianIt was a nice warm afternoon in the beginning of September. Outside, the sun glowing, the sky was cloudless, and the laughs and chats of conversations of students were filling the park's air. The study room was filled of students that always studied, and students that had told themselves that this was their year, that they would become academic weapons, just to go back to bad habits three weeks later. A light haired girl was sitting alone at a table, two books opened in front of her, she was completing her charms notes. Her spider was standing still in the rays of sun hitting the table.
*THUD* The girl stopped writing and looked up. A boy from her class was now sat on the chair in front of her. She looked back to her notes and continued writing. The boy was chewing gum loudly, and he was humming an annoying tune. "Varney... right?" The girl looked up again. "What'ya studying?" He said loudly, grabbing one of her books. "Charms. Give the book back, please." The boy dropped the book, chuckling. "Oh so she does speak!" One day. She was asking for one simple day where no one, neither someone nor her thoughts, came to bother her. Her face was expressionless, pale skin and grey eyes. Sad and angry grey eyes. She was trying to study and the boy was interrupting. She didn't need anyone talking to her, no, she needed peace and quiet. "I do, now fuck off."
Still laughing, the boy moved away, staying at the same table but at the other edge. With a sigh, the girl opened the book he had dropped and read once more the passage she needed. Well, she tried, but the humming was back, as well as the sound of pages violently turned. She shut her eyes tight, making abstraction of the bothering noise. She hadn't slept well, had barely eaten, so she was tired and trying to study, and the boy was not helping. The girl sighed loudly and looked straight to the boy. He lifted his eyes from his to book to meet her eyes. Her cold furious grey eyes. "When I say "fuck off", I mean "fuck off". So either you shut up and keep the place quiet, either you leave." Her voice was clear but quiet, her tone was passive-aggressive, the message easily received. "Okay, chill! I'll be quiet."
And he was, for a moment. For about five minutes, Oliver was quiet, reading quietly, chewing quietly, and not humming. Anastasia finished working on the first book, so she grabbed the second book she had brought. That is when he started humming again, maybe not even realizing it. But that was too much for her. She closed the books, put her stuff back into her back and got up. Glaring at the boy, she held her hand out for Arachne to climb on her arm. Then the girl left left.
| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney Mors irrumat omnia |
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4. The DruidThe black cat came everyday, around eleven in the morning. He knew the girl would be outside, writing in her notebook. The girl was young, not more than nine or ten years old. She was always dressed in neat, clean clothes, made of rich dark fabric. Every time she saw him, she would smile and quietly go back in the big house. She would come out a few minutes later, with a bowl of milk or a plate of leftover meat for him. He would eat and she would watch, then she would write and he would sleep on her lap.
But the tall, scary lady didn't want him to be near the little girl. Sometimes she would see him arrive, and she would shoo him away. Other times she would see the girl sneak into the kitchen, and she wouldn't be out writing the next day. One time the lady came check on the girl while he was sleeping on her lap and she screamed him away. Since that one time, the nice girl would wake him when she heard the mean lady arrive. He would leave and hide in the garden before the lady came out of the house.
The two of them continued like this for a while, but then one day, he made his way towards the big house and found no one out. He jumped on the chair she usually sat on and he waited, and waited. When she didn't come, he left, hungry and sad. Was the scary lady keeping her inside? Why was she doing that? And he was so hungry, he had to go hunt. So that's what he did. He still came back the next day, and the next one, finding no one out. One day, the lady was sat on the girl's chair. She was drinking tea and reading a book. He watched from afar, hidden in the bushes. Then he turned around and left for the forest.
He didn't come back again.
| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney Mors irrumat omnia |