Closed Testing Patience PV Howard White

@PV. Howard White

A few days had passed since the incident in the Chaos Tent between Falentra and Bloom, yet it felt like only yesterday that it happened. Maybe there was still some adrenaline pumping throughout her body, or maybe it was the unsettling feeling she got when in the presence of Howard. The Slytherin wasn’t affected by his unsettling aura but this time around, she did feel somewhat uneasy. Falentra had hurt Bloom, badly, so naturally he had every right to, in return, be mad at Fal. Whether it was through the silent treatment, through shouting at her, through death glares or worse, a small scrap between the two. She just hoped it didn’t come to the last option. She had to talk to him. She couldn’t wait any longer, even if the timing wasn’t right. It needed to be done at some point, so it was best to just rip the bandaid off in one go and get it over with.


It was late evening and Falentra couldn’t sleep yet again. Too many restless nights had her up and wandering the camping grounds every night or stargazing up at the stars till the sun started to rise. It was the silent nights like these that made her realise how alone she was, despite having a small friend group, she still felt somewhat empty, a part of her that could not be filled with anything but a darkness that overpowered her.

The Slytherin was sat back against a large rock not far from their tent, staring up at the night sky peacefully. Her eyes weren’t to part from it if it wasn’t for her catching Howard walking by in the corner of her eye. There was a part of her that hesitated at first to go for him, yet the other half knew it needed to be done. “..H..Howard!” She shouted, her body quickly jolting up and landing onto her feet. She rushed over and reached out to grab his arm, if he was to ‘ignore’ her and walk on. If he was to stop, she would slow down her pace and stop once she reached his side.

She was in an oversized black hoodie, which she had lifted to hide her face and a pair of tight back jeans that squeezed against her long boney legs. Her messy black hair was tucked behind her ears, yet her bangs were scattered across her face, partly hiding away the dark circles that started to show the affects of the many sleepless nights.

At first, her eyes wouldn’t make contact with him. She couldn’t bare it. It was as if a child knew they had done wrong and didn’t want to see the anger in the others eyes as a result. “Can we.. uhm.. talk? Maybe.. uhm..” She tugged at the hoodie, trying to keep her face hidden behind it, as if her only way of feeling comfort from hiding behind it. This was a very different side to Fal, a more vulnerable side to her which often looked and sounded weird to witness when 99.9% of the time she was..well, basically a cold-hearted bitch. “Please. Just for a few minutes?” She asked again with a plea. One of the few people she would only do such a thing for.