19 Nov 2020, 22:47
A change of heart
Date: December 19th
Right after this thread
Outfit
OOC Note: Minor cursing is present, details about a panic attack, anxiety, and a bit about running away.
Note for Staff: I tried to follow all the rules while writing this but if at any point this breaks the rules on the site then please owl me and I will delete it.
OOC: If @Sylvain Indarys wanted to post they can
Mentions: @Amara Dragamior | @Dmitri Jones | @Santario Martin | @Logan Baird
| @Miranda Everest | @Rose Moon
December 19th has arrived to Hogwarts, many could feel it's presence as snow covered the grounds and a cold chill was in the air. Three days until most of the students would be leaving to spend the Christmas holiday's with their families while others would be stuck at the walls of Hogwarts. Alone and forgotten by their families but have a good time with friends roaming the halls of the empty castle of Hogwarts.
The early hours of the morning would have most struggling to not sleep in or in the great hall stuffing their faces while laughing with friends maybe even thinking about the upcoming days where they can see their families again. However not everyone was celebrating, some were searching for the light that was right in front of them. Some were struggling to see the good that others saw so clearly, well more closely than others.
The owlery was empty during those early hours and as the cold was more bitter than usually in the high tower and the steps slippery with ice sheets and fresh slush hardly anyone would be going up there to mail a letter especially since they will be with their families in a few short day's.
There was someone there through, they weren't mailing a letter or even waiting impatiently for one. Instead they were leaning on the windowsill of the owlery looking out toward the rising sun that filled the sky with shades of orange and yellow which reflected against the great lake mirroring it almost like a illusion.
Henry Knight had left his dormitory and common room as soon as the curfew ended that morning just to make his way up the slippery steps of the owlery and watch the sunrise for a while.
As he wasn't expecting any letters or anything, he wasn't expecting anyone to interrupt his thoughts or come up there. Just a moment, one moment with himself to reflect back on the months that have come and gone. On the events, the worries, troubles, problems, and anything else that was making his anxiety tick at the moment.
The boy was pretty good with hiding his emotions and anxiety but that year, that year he had panic attacks in public, emotions revealing themselves, and his anxiety wide out in the opened. Maybe it was because his problems during the end of the last summer holiday or maybe it was his classes or maybe it was his position on the dueling team as a member or maybe it was something else, something unexplainable, something... no more of a feeling that told him something was wrong, that something would happen.
Although nothing happened, he still questions and doubted everything that happened to him.
Do I deserve to be on the dueling team? Did Dmitri and Santario make a mistake? I don't belong on the team... what can I offer? What did I offer? What worth am I on the team? Maybe I should give up my spot to someone who actually deserves it and will actually help the team..... it's not like it would matter if I left the team, the others wouldn't notice... I'm nothing compared to them, they all seem better equipped than me so maybe I should leave? At least Amara could have a better dueling partner, someone that could actually provide her help in a duel and give her a chance to win since I'm.... I'm.... not that...
And what about Miranda.... she deserves someone better than me, we shouldn't be dating.... I don't know what I'm doing but I do know that I'm awful at it and she deserves someone better than me! Just like Logan, she's amazing and brilliant and what am I! A geek, a book lover, nothing compared to her... why are we friends? Why are we best friends? She should be best friends with someone better than me... with someone whose not just a anxious nerd.... she's probably friends with me out of pity or guilt... she probably had another best friend anyway whose her real best friend since I'm pathetic... I don't deserve a best friend like that...
I couldn't help my family, I don't even know what going on with them... I haven't had a letter in a month or so and I couldn't do anything even if they did write! I can't do anything because everything that I do fails or leads to a dead end.... I try to help but why should I... when I try, it leads no where... it does nothing... I do nothing....
Henry gripped the windowsill with his hands tighter and tighter as thoughts flowed through his head, as things he kept hidden or locked away was now coming out to the surface, was being unrelieved to the empty tower walls around him and a few sleeping owls.
As his palms became white from his grip on the windowsill and his eyes watery, his breathing quicken, heart throb, head pounded, body shaking, he was experiencing a panic attack except he was alone. No brother to help him through it and hold him, no friends to chat with him as he calm himself through it, and no mother either. He was left alone, alone to deal with the panic attack, his thoughts, his mind, and life.
He felt himself squeezing tighter as he dropped his hands down instantly to let go but end up scratching his right palm as a few drops of blood shone on the surface of his skin, he can't handle it anymore, he couldn't take the stress, the emotions building up inside him as tears ran down his face before shouting...
" Why Me! What did I do to have to deal with all of this! Why do I have to experience daily panic attacks! Why must I stress over everything because of my anxiety! Why do I have a bloody stupid stutter! Why me! Why do I have the broken family! Why! What did I do! What didn't I do! Why did I have to be bitten and why do I have to suffer with being a werewolf!
Henry heard himself shout as tears rolled down his face, did he just shout he was a werewolf? Did anyone hear?
Henry quickly ran to the owlery entrance and looked around, thankfully no one was there but what if someone was? His mind starting panicking, that someone heard him. That someone knew now, that his secret was out. That everything he hid and kept away from others was revealed and everyone knew. That everyone knew.
Henry felt himself some shake, his breathing quicken as tears fell from his eyes and his head throb as a million thoughts flew through.
I shouted everything! I'm a moron...
A idiot..... I'm so stupid.... someone could have heard! Did someone hear? Does someone know? Ugh... I'm so stupid, how could I be that stupid... why did I do that.... why did I shout... why.... why... I doubt anybody would care anyway because who am I to them... I'm nothing, a face in the corridors... someone you forget, someone you wouldn't remember... if I left now, no one would care... no one would know.... no on would ask where I was.... no one would even know... life would go on except maybe better.... maybe I shouldn't come back to Hogwarts, maybe I should just stay home or even better run away... run away from my problems.... to escape my problems.... no one would even care... no one would know...
Henry dropped to his knees as the thoughts in his head were too much to bare, he couldn't take it anymore... he needed a escape from it as his hands were pressed over his ears and tears ran down his face... he needed the thoughts gone, he needed to calm himself.
Henry then did something unexpected, he clenched his right fist as he placed it on the ground before looking up a odd look in the boy's eyes. He got up and looked out the window as he spoke not caring who heard him, " I won't return to Hogwarts, I won't and I'll run alway. I'll run away from all my problems, from everything."
Henry stared at the window letting in the light until a owl flew down with a package in his beak which it dropped before taking it's place among the other owls in the owlery. The boy wasn't expecting any letter or package but no matter, he lifted it off the ground and opened it to which what he found was something he never expected....
The letter being from Amara Dragamior who was his dueling partner as he read the boy couldn't help but thing did she mean this or was she just being nice to the whole team in general? Henry looked at the rose and next to the slytherin dueling team brooch, it was the nicest thing and probably the expensive thing that Henry has ever own. He marveled at it as he never had too many chances to see gold and the rose was beautiful, wondering how she manged to get every member one, well did she? Henry assumed she did as he looked at the rose, it was a sight to take in and for a minute all thoughts were lost, everything was at peace.
That was until another more familiar owl came swooping into the owlery. A young camel barn own named Sandy that Henry knew belong to his older brother although he wasn't expecting a owl then or there even but never less here was the owl with a letter that she deposited at his feet before flying off leaving the boy alone with the letter.
Henry placed the rose from Amara carefully in his jacket pocket before picking up the letter and opening it as he then began to read the following words...
Henry wished he didn't read the letter as his blood boiled and hand shook. It was too much for the twelve year old to bear as he crumpled the letter before throwing it across the owlery as tears fell from his face and thoughts filled his head.Dear Henry,
I know I haven't written back to you in a while and I'm deeply sorry but I have to admit the auror training has really been keeping me busy. Well that and something else which isn't important at the moment.
Anyway I heard your coming home for the Christmas holiday's, that's great Henry. I didn't think you would have with everything that happened during the end of the summer holiday with the Alluring's anyway I'm glad you'll be coming home and I can't wait to see you, really. I have so much to tell you and don't know where to begin actually I do but I'll leave that as a surprise for now.
Father will be happy to see you as well, he actually didn't want me telling you this Henry but I kind of found out that he has been seeing someone. Pearl, I believe her name is although I didn't find out her last name I did find out that you'll be spending a few days at the end of break with her and her family.
Speaking of break, I'm sorry to tell you this Henry but I won't see over the Christmas holiday. Father and I got into a pretty bad argument about Annabeth and I haven't been home yet, I'm deeply sorry that I won't see you but we'll keep in touch with owls.
Yours Truly,
Arthur K.
You write to tell me that you won't see me this holiday! When the only reason you know that I'm coming home is to be with you, my older brother... my best friend.... but you write to tell me about a arguement you had about my twin and not about what the argument is about! Don't I have a right to know! Shouldn't I know.... I'm still here just at Hogwarts but I can still help.... how? And father has been with someone, why does that thought sicken me? Is that why he's never home yet surprisingly happy? Is that why he's also been trying his best for the first time ever to actually be a father toward me! This isn't fair.... why does my life have to be hard.... why does my life have to be this way... why can't you come home Arthur? Why can't I see my brother, my best friend during the Christmas holiday?
Henry wiped his tears away before walking to the side of the owlery and crouching down to pick up the letter that he stuffed in his jacket pocket. Wiping tears away from his eyes, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself and hide his emotions.
He won't let others see him this way, he won't as he hid his emotions and anxiety as he wiped away the rest of his tears but couldn't leave. Something was keeping him there alone, his legs felt like lead as the time went by and soon he would be missing his classes. No matter Henry would fall to his knees as his hands leaned on the ground and again tears fell.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
3 Dec 2020, 14:52
A change of heart
Hexcode= #507091
It wasn't often that Sylvain heard crying so early in the morning. Usually the lad awoke later in the day, just right before classes, and since today was a Saturday he would have been likely to sleep in until eleven. Maybe even noon if he could get away with it. Truthfully, he had woken up early to check on the presents he had ordered for some of his housemates. A few gifts were still arriving even this close to break and he wanted to be up so as to send letters just in case they had defects or needed replaced last minute.
Managing to pull his sweats over his head and onto his legs, Sylvain put his slippers on his feet, and just barely managed to get himself dressed before the continued sounds of an anxious meltdown a flight of stairs below him made themselves obvious, and hastened his step. Luckily the lad had a bit of chocolate and water on the nightstand, so he scarfed them both in short order, putting the remainder of the chocolate bar in his pocket. Breakfast of champions he thought to himself as the water woke him up and the candy sweetened his mood. It always helped to eat a little first thing in the morning.
Carefully, Sylvain crept down the stairs towards the owlery where he thought the sounds were coming from. He certainly didn't want to intrude on anybody's private or intimate moments, but there was something within him that said he should still check to see if the other person was okay. If not because he cared, because he was expected to. One foot after the other and he found himself in a cold and shite covered owlery. An anxious mess of a boy making itself glaringly apparent.
The other boy kneeled some few meters from where he stood. Nervous at first, Sylvain could only listen to the boy's sobbing, but as the boy confessed to wanting to run away from his problems Sylvain began to empathize. How many times had he pretended to run away from his problems and in the process gotten lost in the mountains and rivers near his home? How often had they kept him safe and accepted him when others would not? Too many to count, and right now it felt to him like Henry needed to make a mountain of a friend.
"Hello?" Sylvain called out gently but loud enough so as to alert the other boy to his presence. He was hoping not to scare him, but admittedly any sort of loud noise would be much too much given the space between them. "I heard you crying and thought you might have want someone to talk to. Do you?" Sylvain shuffled around the stairs and into plain view so there was no question who spoke aloud. It was clear upon seeing him this close that the boy was a mess. "If you want I can listen."
Henry's hands and knuckles looked frost bitten with white from the cold of December's blustery mornings and they were possibly even reddened from pounding at the frozen masonry but that was just his guess. It only encouraged Sylvain's concern when he spotted the letter the boy had crumpled up and pitched across the owlery. He himself had received letters that caused this kind of frustration earlier in the year and yet had only recently convinced himself to let it go when he realized there was simply nothing he could do to change his situation but soldier on and hope for the best.
Syl inched closer towards Henry and offered him a hug hoping to lift both his spirits and his body from off of the frozen and crap covered stone beneath him. Whether he accepted the affection or not, He would then pull the handkerchief given to him by Pericles during Sylvain's own bout of crying, and hand it to Henry to soak his sobbing up into something more easily laundered. "You can get through this," he said as he handed the silky bit of cloth over, and broke a bit of his chocolate bar off. "Do you want some chocolate?"
Mentions @Henry Knight
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
7 Dec 2020, 17:49
A change of heart
Henry felt his knees against his chest as his hands almost gripped the floor with the crumple letter a few feet in front of his face. Still the neat and curly handwriting of his brother was still visible to the twelve year old who looked down to find his nose merely inches from the poop coated floor while hot tears ran down his cheeks which burned his face on a cold day like that. The boy didn't feel like moving, correction he couldn't move as his legs felt as stiff as lead making is almost impossible to get up and hide away these emotions that he worked so hard to hide from everyone at all times throughout the day at Hogwarts.
Even through these feelings of being stuck was merely in his mind, Henry still didn't want to leave the owlery as he felt his anxiety increase and the after effects of his panic attack boil through him he didn't want to be surrounded by others who would be laughing or smiling the day anyway or worse would ask him if he was okay and try to get him to open up to them. He was thankful for his friends but opening up to others that wasn't his older brother about his emotions, worries, and anxiety was hard for the twelve year old so on most day's he didn't. Instead he kept them bottled up and hidden away from others only allowing them to grow and morph into a panic attack which only caused him more anxiety and possibly embarrassment of another seeing his mental breakdown.
"Hello?"
A voice. Someone else was there. Someone else could have heard his panic attack. His shouting and revealing of being a werewolf among other things. His anxiety grew as he thought of looking out and not seeing anyone after he shouted that he was a werewolf but that did stop the thoughts and worries from spiraling around his head that they other kid knew he was a werewolf. That he knew and would spread it to the rest of Hogwarts. That his secret was out. Only increasing Henry's wanting to run away more now.
"I heard you crying and thought you might have want someone to talk to. Do you?"
He heard! He heard everything! Ugh Henry your so stupid! He knows your a werewolf but he couldn't, I check outside after and didn't see anyone but I could have missed him.... doesn't matter because he heard and now could know! Then why is he here? Why is anyone here? Shouldn't everyone be at the great hall laughing and chatting with friends? Why is he here and why is he talking to me? If he heard wouldn't he be long gone by now and possibly talking about it and laughing about it with his own friends?"
"If you want I can listen."
Thoughts still spiraled around his head but he lifted it enough to see the letter in front of him however he couldn't see the other boy. Still he didn't know who it was and what their motivation for being there was so Henry jumped up and snatched the letter from the ground before stuffing it in his jacket pocket next to the gold plated rose that he recently got as a gift from Amara.
Upon turning around and back up to the windowsill,
he gripped his hand against the sill without knowing as he felt his right hand where he scape it and blood was smeared against it burn as he gripped the sill tight in both hands now that he saw who was it that was standing in the owlery with him.
The ravenclaw prefect. Recognizing the badge that was pinned onto to the boy in front of his as a prefect badge and remembering that the ravenclaw common room was right above the owlery so it made sense for the boy to be a ravenclaw prefect. Glad that he didn't wear anything that would give away what house he was in or that he was a slytherin, Henry still quicken his breathing as he felt panicked his tears stopped coming but he didn't wipe them as he saw bigger problems instead at the moment.
He's a prefect! Bloody hell! Could this day get any worse! Maybe he's here to ask why I'm here instead of the great hall or my common room! Maybe he's here to take away house points! Wait can he do that? Ugh who cares... or maybe he's here to give me detention! Out of everyone that could have walked in it was a prefect! Someone who could hand out detention and holds authority at this school other than professors! Can this day get any worse! Maybe I should run past him and just run away... it will same me the guilt and embarrassment of getting in trouble plus I'll run away from my worries and anxiety not to mention giving everyone that I'm holding back a chance...
"You can get through this,"
Henry watched the ravenclaw prefect step closer to him pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to him. Henry wanted to take it, to dry his eyes but also hide his face for just a bit from the other's look and also pricing sun that was coming into the owlery but something kept him there. Something kept him frozen as he leaned against the windowsill with his hands gripping the sill.
"Do you want some chocolate?"
Henry watched the bit break off a bit of chocolate and hand that with the handkerchief to him. His stomach grumbled in agreement to the prefect, he remembered that he skipped breakfast that day and was sort of hungry as he eyed the chocolate with hunger in his eyes and lick his lips the tiniest of bits as he still remained frozen on the windowsill something preventing him to move almost as he spoke
" Why are you h..here?"
@Sylvain Indarys
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
24 Dec 2020, 14:12
A change of heart
Hexcode= #507091
Why are you here?
Syl shrugged as if he didn't know the answer to Henry's question before tossing the bit of chocolate into his mouth and dabbing the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief. He knew the answer, but didn't feel the need to justify his presence, the badge could do that alone. Returning the little bit of gossamer fabric to his pocket, Sylvain peered out the window behind Henry for a moment searching for the owl that was supposedly on its way.
Satisfied, or rather dissatisfied, by its late arrival. He looked to the anxious puddle of a snake in front of him and caught a glimpse of his eyes. Honesty was the best policy, and he had eavesdropped to say the least, but he also feared that pushing him too much to open up would make things worse. He was, after all, a sobbing mess right now.
He spoke softly, partly not to attract more attention to the pair, but also because it was clear to him that Henry was already overwhelmed. About what, Sylvain couldn't say he knew. "I'm here because I heard you crying and I was concerned something had gone wrong." Partly the truth as the rest of his reason, pertaining to the present, was Sylvain's business. There was nothing dishonest about keeping one's private business to themselves. "Do you want someone to talk to?"
The lad's face would twist into a knot of concern and curiosity as he scanned Henry for some sort of accidental injury, the question coming out sounding like a confused hypothetical rather than an honest offer to help. It was meant to be an offer to help. He was curious as to what could eat a boy their age up so badly that he would have a melt down in the owlery like this, but he was also curious what he could try to do to help him. He wanted to help.
"I understand if not, I don't mean to interrupt a private moment..." he paused for a second, thinking of something witty to say in hopes he could cheer the other kid up even a little. He would wink playfully and smile as he half-joked before extending him a hand to help him off from the window's ledge. "but for Merlin's sake, at least let me help get you out of this shit."
Mentions @Henry Knight
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
1 Jan 2021, 18:36
A change of heart
@Sylvain Wyllt
Regret filled his mind as the twelve year old wished he took the chocolate as hunger pained filled him stomach now remembering be skipped dinner last night and breakfast that morning as his lips became dried but his mind still occupied with anxiety and panicked as he griped the window still behind him tighter, his right plan beginning to burn from the fresh cut that was on it and started to feel warm from the blood.
"Do you want someone to talk to?"
Henry looked at him and felt his breathing woven again while his chest tighten with the worst possible thoughts and situations filling his head.
He knows! He absolutely knows! He's concern about me and wants to talk! He heard me shout that I'm a werewolf! I'm so stupid! How could I be that stupid to just shout my deepest and darkest secret when I don't know if someone was listening and apparently someone was and now he knows and will probably tell his friends who will tell their friends who will tell their friends and soon everyone at this bloody school will know and my life will be over and ugh how could I be so stupid! I should run, now I should run with no second since everyone knows or will know it won't matter right? Right? No it doesn't matter because I'm running now! Should I? Ugh! Relax just breath and maybe there's a chance that he didn't hear.. but also he still could have heard and now knows! Ugh... what to do.. what to do... relax.... how?
How Much did you hear?"
The words shot from Henry's mouth so fast and unpredictable that he couldn't stop himself or think upon them instead he griped the window still tighter causing pain to shoot up his right hand as he awaited his answer one that he was dreading to here but also hoping that it will bring some sort of comfort to the boy whose raising anxiety and after effects of a panic attack was getting in the way of any type of reasonable thinking and he stared at the perfect and started to wonder why he was there.
"I understand if not, I don't mean to interrupt a private moment..."
Is he going to give me detention? Is that why he's here or take away house points? Wait can prefects take them away? They can't right? They can only enforce rules and give detentions right? Then why is he here? To give me detention but I didn't break any rules here or did I? I came here after the curfew ended and yes I skipped breakfast and dinner last night making me starving and damn it I should have took that chocolate! I'm hungry and I didn't take it! I should have took it but stop! Focus! Breath! How? Ugh... just why is he here? I didn't do magic... wait maybe I broke a rule without knowing I did? Maybe I forgot one? Or they added one? Or? Or? Uh.... maybe he just wants ravenclaw to win the cup so he lying about a rule that he made up to give me detention and dock house points? That doesn't make sense but maybe? Uh.... what should I do...
"but for Merlin's sake, at least let me help get you out of this shit."
Moving the left away from the window still before slightly shaking his right hand from the pain and keeping it out of sight from the prefect. He figured he would cast the bandaging charm on it later when he was alone but now, now he didn't want to be alone when his mind was telling him that he did want to be alone instead he would open his mouth and say
"Uh do you have any more of that chocolate?"
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
11 Jan 2021, 18:48
A change of heart
Hexcode= #507091
How Much did you hear?"
The truth was hopefully convincing and relieving for Henry to hear, if not, he would have to lie. "Not much, just what sounded to me like frustration." He smiled even though Henry's words were quick and not well thought through. They were a confession of shame. It sounded like he had said something he didn't wish anyone to hear. Sylvain thought hard on it for a moment. The crumpled up letter, the cries. Must've been awful news from home. He knew what that was like, and rather that poke around in the new wound, he'd rather nurse it.
"Uh do you have any more of that chocolate?"
"I need you to listen to me," he said, a bit more assertive and a whole lot more serious than before. It was an effort to distract Henry from his thoughts. Sylvain stood straight up and though he wasn't taller than the boy in front of him, he was more controlled and rigid, though still kind. "Whatever happened," he pointed to the letter Henry had crumpled, "is obviously a problem." He thought for a moment, raising his hand to his chin to scratch it before his stomach grumbled and an idea made itself obvious in his eyes.
"and no, I don't have any more chocolate to share." Half-truth. Sylvain always had chocolate, he just didn't feel like sharing it anymore. In his head, Henry missed his chance, and would have to opt for breakfast if he was hungry. "Let's go get breakfast. It's hard work to cry by your lonesome in the cold, let alone on an empty stomach."
His seriousness started fading slowly as he proposed grabbing a bite to eat. A need he was impatient about seeing fulfilled. Regardless of Henry's answer, he wasn't sticking around and digging deeper when Henry already had plenty on his plate to worry about. Sometimes helping meant giving without taking back.
So he started walking downstairs.
Reducio
Leaving thread. Thanks for the interactions!
Mentions @Henry Knight
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
4 Mar 2021, 21:33
A change of heart
@Sylvain Wyllt
"Not much, just what sounded to me like frustration."
Hanging on every word the prefect spoke. To the twelve year old it sounded like he hadn't heard him shout. It sounded like his secret was still safe and only certain people at Hogwarts knew that he was a werewolf something that would remain.
Staring at the prefect that stood in front of him, still breathing rather fast as his chest occasionally felt tight. Still recovering from his panic attack as the second year stared at the other unsure if he was telling the truth or lying to him.
Why would he lie? To make me believe that he doesn't know so later he can tell his friends who will then tell their friends which will tell their friends who will tell their friends and it continues till the whole school knows and my secret is out! Everyone at Hogwarts knows that I'm a werewolf! Or hopefully he could be telling the truth and he didn't know or hear anything so he doesn't know that I'm a werewolf... right... right... hopefully ... possibly...
"I need you to listen to me."
Henry was taken back by the boy's sudden assertive voice and took care to notice that the other was standing straight up almost as a attempt to make himself look taller. However Henry was around 160 cm and obviously had the height but that didn't stood him from being slightly intimidating by the boy even if he doesn't show it with a emotionless face.
"is obviously a problem."
Following the other's graze to the crumpled letter, Henry let out a small sigh as he saw that the prefect was mentioning the letter which meant that the other couldn't possibly know he was a werewolf if he was showing Henry the crumpled letter. Since starting at Hogwarts the twelve year old noticed a few things, one wad that whenever someone had seemly bad news that came in a form of a letter then more than likely the letter would be crumpled up and they would be crying.
Looking back at the prefect as Henry carefully went to pick up the letter before shoving it withing his jacket pocket not giving his brother's handwriting a another look. Slightly looking down at his starched hand figuring he would use a bandgering charm on it later in the absence of the prefect before the twelve year old would hold the palm from the sight of the ravenclaw prefect and turn back to meet the others eyes.
"Let's go get breakfast. It's hard work to cry by your lonesome in the cold, let alone on an empty stomach."
Henry would stare at the ravenclaw, breakfast did sound good and his stomach growled in favor having skipped dinner last night. However the boy was still rather warily with the prefect and exactly how much he knew not to mention if his anxiety could handle going to the great hall filled with people.
I am hungry but he still could be lying and know about my secret.... can he? He mentioned the letter so he can think that I was crying from the contents of the letter and really not have heard me yelling and not know that I'm a werewolf! That's a possibility... still it can be wrong and someone else could have heard and turned back.... uh.... not to mention the great hall is filled with people... lots of people all laughing and talking and gossiping and pointing and making fun of and.... and.... way to much stress... is it hot in here?
Henry held his arms in his jacket pockets as he took a few breaths to calm his nerves again and hide his emotions.
He can also be luring me to the great hall so once were there then he can shout out that I'm a werewolf! Would a prefect do that through! Yes! Even if not why risk it... there's too many things that can go wrong and make things terrible and finally convince him to run away so perhaps I shouldn't go to the great hall... but I am hungry...
And this prefect seems nice and maybe he doesn't know and maybe the others in the hall will just ignore me... food does sound good right now and he was nice to me so... should I go?
Looking over the prefect once more and thoughts spiraled around his head before the boy took a breath and spoke
"Okay, breakfast does s..sound good t..then standing alone in t..the cold."
The second year slowly walked from where he stood to the ravenclaw perfect still with thoughts flying through his mind as he stayed silent on the way down the owlery and to the great hall. The boy was never big on speaking especially not in these situations so deciding to stay quiet on the way through breakfast before parting with the ravenclaw and making a beeline to the library where he would isolate himself for the rest of the day and eventually skip dinner.
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander