Scars
17/04/2026
@Clark Stellan
390 words
SORRY FOR THE DELAYThey say fresh air helps you think better. I agree. Specially in days like today.
Because you don't see a weather like this in Hogwarts every other day. The breeze was almost perfect, the sun warm enough to keep you comfortable, and just a few clouds announced a soft rain at night. Perfect.
A perfect condition to hang out with your friends or, in my case, to sit in the branch of a tree to study. Now, I know dam well that if my father saw me, the scold would last, at least, three days. The last time I sat somewhere this high, I almost break a leg.
But dad's not here, and an almost does now count at all.
I had been here since the classes ended, almost three hours ago. In that time, I had changed of branch three times. This was the most comfortable one. High enough to see the grounds, but also low enough to land safely if I fall. Once again, perfect.
I had been so busy studying my Potions notes that I didn't notice the moment a boy sat right next to my tree. I just looked down and he was already there.
And I was just about to get down and leave, but I noticed something. In his face, specifically.
Scars?
And not the normal ones. Those looked like he fought a monster or something. So, since curiosity killed the cat, and I was a very curious cat, I slowly crossed my legs over one side of the branch and let my back fall at the other side, leaving my body upside down in the space just behind him, a few inches at his left.
No one ever told me that there are questions people don't like to be asked. So, naturally, I was the one who asked without hesitation and without greetings.
"How did you get those scars?"
My voice came out soft, almost calming, as I stared shamelessly at his face.Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arc Power: 6 | Accuracy: 8
Scars
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓭....
....𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮.
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Sic itur ad astra
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𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷:
@Mikaela Hendricks
@Mikaela Hendricks
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✶𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱: #84774d
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✶𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 401
Hogwarts Grounds :𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷✶
17/04/3026 :𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮✶
After Class :𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮✶
boo! :𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓯𝓲𝓽✶
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As the Voice had spoken Clark slowly let his gaze drift upwards, and his eyes landed on a girl hanging upside down, just next to his head, and for a split of a second his brain failed to proceed what was happening.
Not only was she staring directly at him, but also had asked him where ge got those scars from. A question that made Clark lock up even more, because if there was something he absolitely hated talking about, than it was his scars, and how they all appeared on his body. And this girl wasn‘t the first one to ask those question and she was probably just curious about why his face looked like a warzone at such a young age.
However was it really that nice to ask someone such a question, if you don‘t even know their name? And she probably didn‘t thought about what impact such heavy questions could have on someone.
As in Clark‘s case, he felt his heart began to hammer rapidly against his ribs, while his skin got all pale and clammy. He unconsciously curled his fingers around the sleeve of his sweater, his knuckles whitening from the pressure he was applying.
After some seconds his mind overcame the sudden blockade and began to race with millions of thoughts.
Don‘t answer her.
His mind supplied immediate instructions.
Even if Clark hated to lie, he simply couldn‘t just open his mouth and tell her. He just couldn‘t to someone whose name he didn‘t even know, and someone he only met a few seconds ago, by scaring the hell out of him.
His gaze drifted away from the girl‘s face, and settled on the grass that stretched infront of them.
There were dozen of explanations running through his head.
He had fallen.
He got attacked by an animal.
Or any other accident that occured in his childhood before Hogwarts.
Each excuse only lingered in his mind for a heartbeat before disappearing into the darkness of his brain again. None of them felt convincing enough for Clark.
He swallowed hard.
“I…..“
A singly syllable escaped him before he felt his throat closing up, feeling to dry to continue speaking. While he didn‘t found the correct words, Clark felt an uncomfortable warmth creeping across his face.
Say something. Anything.
After some time he tried clearing his throat before answering:
“They…are old. I‘d rather not talk about them.“
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𝓦𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓶 | 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓼𝓽𝓪: 6 ✶ 𝓮𝓿𝓪: 5 ✶ 𝓼𝓽𝓻: 6 ✶ 𝔀𝓲𝓼: 7 ✶ 𝓪𝓻𝓬: 5 ✶ 𝓪𝓬𝓬: 6
𝓼𝓽𝓪: 6 ✶ 𝓮𝓿𝓪: 5 ✶ 𝓼𝓽𝓻: 6 ✶ 𝔀𝓲𝓼: 7 ✶ 𝓪𝓻𝓬: 5 ✶ 𝓪𝓬𝓬: 6
"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃
Scars
STATS. sta 8; eva 7; str 4; wis 7; arc 6; acc 8x───────────────────────────────────
's grace; Evasive Maneuvers; ability three; ability four; ability five; ability six; ability seven
────────────────────x❝I was good. I was really good.❞x────────────────────
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date; 17/04/26 
──────xABILITIES.Alright, I may have come up a bit too strong. Maybe that was a bad question. There's a reason why I had no friends.
Slowly, I nodded, when I felt my head a bit too heavy. Yup, sign to get up again. Holding one finger in the air, a silent plea for him to wait a second, I got up, and in a few seconds, I was down of the breach, sitting next too him. Like a normal person, this time. His words resonated in my head.
“They…are old. I‘d rather not talk about them.“
Well, I'd reply the same thing if someone asked me about... anything, in general. No one likes awkward questions. The cherry on top? The poor boy seemed to be flushing. I didn¿t want him to flush. I just wanted to know about the scars.
"Well, you should be careful. You look like you fought a dragon and lost half your face during the fight. Try to protect yourself next time." He seemed to be sad. And mom used to say people would get under your nerves if they saw you were sad, and I knew very well what was it like to be... well, this sad.
The look in his eyes was one I knew too well. It was the same look I saw in the mirror every day when I was a kid, in my other schools. Or the one I saw in the mirror every morning, when I faked a cold or a fever just to avoid said schools.
And I figured, maybe too late, that laughing about it was way easier than crying about it. Mom said it was a double job: Being sad and then being happy again. Better be happy all the time, right?
's grace; Evasive Maneuvers; ability three; ability four; ability five; ability six; ability seven[coded by lauren vanes]