Oddly Even PV Lucille Rosenhart

15th October, 2025
Wednesday, 4:04PM

Eldritch: #8A0F79
Voice 1 - Soldier: #5181e1

Action: Waiting for @Lucille Rosenhart

It had already been a dreary, weary day. Eldritch felt completely drained, and that has to mean something coming from a unique individual like Eldritch, a boy who at his highest of highs looked like he had just woken up from a decade of slumber. A sleep so long he'd have forgotten what the world looked like before he dug his own grave.

But then again, Eldritch was quite absent-minded. So forgetful, he forgot what he had for lunch that same afternoon before he hit the library, and not necessarily because he felt like it. Although it was an ideal place for solace and peace, as well as wisdom and entertainment, Eldritch had a workload to deal with, and just when one would think it couldn't get worse, it did. The second he heard that the batch of first-year students had to work in pairs for a specific assignment, his heart sank so deep into his stomach that his growling stomach had its fill right there and then. In fact, all he had was half an apple after that.

Eldritch wasn't necessarily all that intertwined with his peers. Not so far at least. It was mostly just blank nods and lots of observation. His lips never curved to plant a smile across his face nor did his eyes ever wake up from the weariness across his pale face. He preferred the company of ghosts for the most part, or the friends that had been with him the longest, the ones in his head. Such lovely company. They had been pretty quiet recently, it felt like the unwanted company and the consistency of being surrounded by people his age had reduced their bickering and the calmity of it all felt strange.

"Miss us?" A haunting voice rang in the boy's ears - or head - depending on how one sees it. Eldritch was not one to be spooked, and that did not change today.
"How could I not?" Eldritch replied plainly, but he meant it with so much love.
"I missed you too, comrade," said the soldier, a voice so familiar that Eldritch could mimic his fake Russian accent with ease, but he'd never dare to disrespect the general... lieutenant... whatever he was. A wizard, disguised as a muggle, undercover for the government, or so the story went. Eldritch had heard it half a dozen times. And every single time there was a slight change to the plot. But little El liked to hear it every single time, regardless. The lies just made it more intriguing.

"Return the favour and miss me back, I must soon speak to an actual living being. A human. A girl. A girl whose name I forgot, but she should find me with relative ease." Eldritch sat down on a chair; the table in front of him was so big that books took more than ten seconds to fly over it. Next to him were two empty seats, and he intended to reserve both of them for the Gryffindor girl, in case she preferred one over the other. Or both - one may never know how odd a person's preference may be. And who was Eldritch to judge? Well, usually a ghost trapped in flesh and bones, but today he had to be the sack of meat he came into this world in and act like an actively sociable individual in order to get the grades he so desperately craved. Eldritch didn't find much joy in most things he did, but his ambition to be successful and eventually complete such an accomplishment had always filled him with... joy... excitement... strange, eerie feelings unbeknownst to a Wicked like Eldritch.

But so he waited patiently, still in his Hufflepuff uniform, figuring it would have been a complete waste of time to go change clothes. His legs wiggled as he sat down on the chair, surveying the books around him, not knowing where to start browsing. Too many bookshelves, too many titles, too many words, too many letters. But he stood back up to claim a couple of books, featuring pages full of information about mischievous spells and who would dare to use them. He slammed the books on the table - as they were far too heavy for his fragile arms - and opened them, trying to make sense of the words laid out in front of him as he slowly scanned through to collect as much information as possible so that he'd be able to contribute to this assignment, and get some light work done while waiting for the girl whose name he had unfortunately forgotten. Not so observant of Eldritch, for once.

"Ah, the leek curse. What a beautiful spell that one. Blessed a starving beggar with that spell once, made sure he never starved again."
"Blessed is a strange word, friend. He probably couldn't hear anymore if they sprouted from his ears."
"Well, he became mute to his own beggings and had something to eat everyday. I'd say that's great charity!"