6 Oct 2018, 14:52
Opposite Evils
Private to Rorie Thompson
As Elijah stepped onto the green grass of the legendary Quidditch pitch, an audible suck of air could be heard coming from the boy. So, this is where his sister had played as a girl, racing up and down the field at speeds that could only be achieved in the air. Staring up at the sky, he could almost picture her hovering there, grinning mischievously down at him, a bright twinkle in her eyes. She would’ve dashed down the field right after, flying around the hoops to show off her prowess on the playing field.
But, of course, it was only a memory, only his imagination playing tricks on him. Celestine wasn’t here, not anymore. With a blink, the grinning figure vanished, and Elijah sighed heavily as he continued on into the pitch. Of course, his sister wasn’t here- how silly did he sound now, acting all homesick and such? He was supposed to be having the time of his life, living it up at the best place in the universe.
It didn’t really feel like it, though. Taking a seat at the very first row of bleachers, he wrapped his arms around his stomach as he shuddered involuntarily, cringing at the sharp, blustering wind. Could Scotland get any colder? And imagine, this was only autumn! He’d be dead by winter if the temperatures dropped any lower than this.
The Quidditch pitch wasn’t exactly what one would think of as a quiet place- in fact, most would think of it as the exact opposite, imagining instead roaring crowds of children, bodies smashed against one another, all rooting for their respective teams. When there wasn’t a game going on, however, it was deathly silent, which Elijah could certainly appreciate. It seemed that once you step foot in the castle, you just couldn’t catch a break. His new school life had been the most emotionally and mentally draining thus far, and he was an introvert. He recharged, so to speak, by being alone, by withdrawing deep into his turtle shell and finally catching a breath. The lies he kept up for the sake of not rubbing anyone the wrong way were exhausting to keep up, and he was paying the heavy price for it. The happy, eager Elijah who always raised his hand in class, who kept copious notes and was generous with his chocolates sent from home was nothing like the real version of himself, the quiet child who could spend days in his room without coming out.
In his hands was the letter he had received just that morning from his sister, accompanied by a small, brown package, which presently lay at his feet, waiting to be opened. The family barn owl, Calli, had been pleased to see him, presenting him with the mail with affectionate coos. Slowing running the edge of his fingernail along the envelope, he tore it open, before taking out the folded sheet of paper within.
As he slowly read the letter, a small smile spread across his face, breaking the usually tense expression he carried with him wherever he went. Folding it back up once he was done, he returned it to its home in the envelope before pinning it to the ground under the box. As he settled back in his seat overlooking the field, he spotted a figure appear in the distance, near the entrance of the Quidditch field.
Immediately, he straightened up, kicking the package and letter under the bleachers, his shoulders tense as he watched the figure, who was now clearly identifiable as female, venture further into the Quidditch pitch.
Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here…
Reducio
The Letter奕嘉,
妈妈真的想念你. It’s painful to watch her forget that you’re away, and set out an extra bowl of rice out of habit. Father says she used to do the same thing each year when I went away, but at least you were always there to keep her company.
爸爸也想念你, 可是我觉得他更微妙. He refuses to sit on the left side of the couch, where you always sat with Calli on your shoulder, and has left your bedroom untouched, although I know he’s dying to clean up your closet, for once. I told him to let it go, however. 你不用谢我.
I’m sure you’re wondering how your dear old sister is doing. I’m doing well, thank you very much. The Ministry’s treating me alright, although I sorely wish the pay was higher. I’ll work my way up to it, I’m sure- but that day really can’t come soon enough. Trust me, I’ll let you know when it happens.
You’ll notice the package I sent along this time is slightly heavier than normal- you’re welcome. 里面当然有一盒巧克力，你要记得跟你朋友们分! Oh! I sent along one of those little model kits you’re also doing- thought you might like it, it’s a soccer stadium. Don’t worry, I know you already have one of those, so I added a bit of yellow paint so you can make a Quidditch pitch, instead. Don’t worry, there’s also a pair of tweezers and a bottle of Gorilla Glue. I’m not stupid, you know- I know what you use.
Anyway, I guess that’s all that’s really happened. You might complain that I write too much, but you’ve gotta get used to it. I miss you, El. We all do. We can’t wait till you come home- don’t bring home your girlfriend yet, though.
Your sister,
Celestine ♡ReducioTranslations:
妈妈真的想念你→ Mother really misses you.
爸爸也想念你, 可是我觉得他更微妙→ Father also misses you, but I think it’s more subtle.
你不用谢我→ You don’t need to thank me.
里面当然有一盒巧克力，你要记得跟你朋友们分→ Inside, there is, of course, a box of chocolates- you’ll have to remember to share it with your friends.
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Last edited by Elijah Huang on 10 Oct 2018, 02:08, edited 1 time in total.
Sometimes, you just have to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they're fooling you.
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7 Oct 2018, 07:43
Opposite Evils
𝕿he quidditch pitch.
Not the training pitch, the actual stadium.
It was massive, the three hoops at either end glistening in the sunlight. The rows and rows and rows of seats circling all around the oval field. the different viewing sections for the different houses.
Rorie, her vivid imagination racing, could picture the crowds of Hogwarts students all standing up and cheering, their house colors sported proudly. The fourteen players racing around in the air over the field, the referee hovering, ready to blow the whistle at any foul.
If Rorie really wanted to stretch it, she could imagine herself on the broom playing for Gryffindor, the maroon and gold sports robes flying behind her in the wind. The hundreds of people watching her every move. She could even feel her hands as they caught a quaffle or wrapped around the fluttering snitch.
It was a pleasant daydream, the young girl walking around the stadium absent-mindedly as she thought. As if she wasn't even present in reality, off in another world. Which would be partially true, especially when you considered the fact of what was about to happen.
As she walked along the grass of the large field, she looked to her left, admiring the drapes and decor of the Gryffindor stand. She kept walking, not looking exactly where she was going, too caught up in her daydream.
Next thing you knew she was on the grass, fallen right into a boy with dark brown eyes and olive skin, his black hair spiked up.
"Uh, I'm really sorry about that. Seems I wasn't watching where I was going," she said shamefully to the boy, wiping the grass and dirt off of her black leggings and Gryffindor hoodie, not lifting her eyes from the black combat boots she was sporting.
Her hair covered her reddened face, and she was thankful for that.
8 Oct 2018, 03:29
Opposite Evils
He watched the girl stumble across the Quidditch pitch towards him, and he began to slip into his panic-mode. Leaping to his feet, he inexplicably stepped out onto the field, watching the girl come closer and closer. He should've moved, he could've moved, but he panicked. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, but instead, he could only watch as the girl ran straight into him.
Seriously, first years were idiots.
He couldn't prevent her from hitting the ground entirely, but he could stop her from totally face-planting. Finally regaining some control over his limbs, his hands shot out and he grasped her forearms with his hands, his taller and much stronger body carrying some of her weight for her. Instead of totally wiping out on the ground, her knees only grazed the ground, and he lifted her up to her feet, letting her recollect herself.
"It's fine, there's no need to apologize," he said softly, watching the girl through emotionless eyes, taking in her newly disheveled appearance. She was sporting a Gryffindor hoodie, which nearly made Elijah quirk his eyebrow in confusion. Since when did Hogwarts sell memorabilia? He couldn't remember his sister ever wearing anything more than her Ravenclaw scarf... but nevermind, he had no doubt that Hogwarts sold school gear, just like any other school.
Her gaze was averted, choosing to stare instead at the ground, and he mentally tsked her for that one. It was always polite to thank your savior, but it was fine. "Are you alright, Miss...?" he inquired politely, his mother prompting him from deep within his conscience. He barely let his voice raise above a whisper, seeing as there was no real need- they were standing right across from each other, after all. There was no need to yell.
Of course, there was also the tactic of leaving the question unfinished. Trailing off like that would prompt her to offer her name, and he would finally match a name to a face. He was a good deal taller than her, so he assumed that she as a first year, like he was- or, maybe she was a really short second year? There was always that possibility, of course.
What else could he gleam from his analysis of the girl standing in front of him? Well, it wouldn't be too big of a leap to assume that she liked Quidditch, considering the dreamy look on her face as she sauntered into the field. He couldn't tell which of the two social evils she was, however- she simply seemed embarrassed that she'd run into someone, which was of course, completely understandable.
The two social evils, of course, were extreme introversion and extreme extroversion. He, of course, was the former- so quiet that it hurt, and a child who kept mostly to himself. He was of course, also a liar, and could appear quite two-faced when he wanted to, sometimes acting like an extrovert just to jive well with his classmates. Being too introverted posed risks like never making friends and being the target of bullies- on the other hand, those risks were also present when you were an extreme extrovert. The only difference was the introverts thrived on being alone, whereas extroverts required others to recharge their social battery.
Hopefully, this girl wasn't the latter.
Sometimes, you just have to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they're fooling you.
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