A Voice Fit For Two Ears Open for 1 Closed

It had been a grey morning. The sun only came out whenever the clouds shifted, and whenever it did, it only took a minute for it to be covered again. The cold had become boring, and the weather even more so. Although Eden shared no love for the heat either, he appreciated the warm touch of Spring and awaited its arrival. It's all he was dreaming of recently. Yellow flowers and meadows, lakes and rivers of crystal clear water with the gentle beams of sun glimmering all over it. Butterflies and all sorts of creatures that hid beneath trees and inside them. To run with his shirts of silk and lace as easy as the cool breeze that hushes against the hair.

But instead, he was at Hogwarts. Surrounded by the same fools he shared the common room with. All he could see to his side was yellow, boys stuffing food in their mouths as if they had been starving for a year. Obnoxious laughter, far too early in the morning for it. The boy's lips had been mushed together in a tight grip of tiredness. His own eyes were barely even open, and these rats were already bursting loudly. No respect, no taking into consideration that not everyone wanted to hear their jolly childish chatter.

As he passionately eyed those who annoyed him, Eden held a juicy red apple in his hand, redder than crimson blood. Any vampire would snatch it from his hand had there been one next to him. In the other, he held a golden goblet filled with the finest orange juice. He had woken up with a foul taste that morning. His tongue sizzling with the taste of iron. His throat dry and aching in a stabbing pain. But once he drank, that problem was resolved. His stomach had no space nor the appetite for gluttony. The ham, the bread and the butter were all appealing, yes, but an apple was enough. He loved apples anyways, so he couldn't complain.

Another day had arrived, and another day would soon pass. Even though that at this point, he dreaded his daily schedule. It was boring and lonely, and Eden barely ever spoke to anyone. At times, he spoke to his own self to keep company, but once he had been caught by a group of insolent mischievous Hufflepuffs, and ever since, he stopped the habit. However, the unexpected soon happened when the mail had come into the Great Hall that morning, and surprisingly, an owl had landed right in front of Eden, handed him a letter just as red as his apple, and took flight quickly once again. The white-haired lad remained astounded and surprised, he caught some eyes staring at him and shoved them back with an arch of his brows. Making him look angrier than he usually did.

Once he flipped the letter to see who was it from, a genuine smile made its way across the little boy's lips. Who hadn't felt the feelings of butterflies in his stomach ever since his sorting. Without making himself wait, the boy stood up, drop his goblet in the process and spilt the liquid inside on the table, and then rushed to the exit of the hall. He couldn't care less about what everyone was thinking of him at that very moment.

Mother, he thought to himself, wondering what did she have to say to him that made her sent a howler instead of a regular written letter. He probably assumed that his father was not even aware of this. But he didn't care. As long as he could hear her voice again - everything was worth it. The rush and the need to reach a quiet place as soon as possible devoured Eden's process to think. The majority of the students might have been breaking fast in the Great Hall, but, that didn't mean he could trust any quiet location. The silent was one to be afraid of, and these walls had ears.

He thought of the library first, but for obvious reason, that was a stupid idea. He'd rather not open the letter instead of going back to the common room, and the dungeons was a big no. The voice would probably boom in such emptiness that the entire castle would hear it. Then, he thought of the towers, and his eyes caught the Owlery to his side, it's rooftop peaking at the sky, nearly reaching the clouds. The thought of the stairs nearly made him change his mind, but that was why it was the ideal location. If they seemed like a struggle to him, then they'd be a struggle to anyone who might have wanted to hear the content of the letter.

Legs aching, rough breaths and the wish of knowing methods of teleportation, the boy had finally arrived at his desired location. His wrist resting against the walls but then he quickly proceeded to make his way inside, climb up the stairs and sit on them as he made sure that no one was around. His eyes peeking at every corner, and most importantly, the same entrance he had just came in from.

Without further delay, Eden clasped the cloth wrapping the paper...