Hidden Between the Pages PV Richard Royce Closed

Potions class was something Richard had already accepted he may never master. Before he took the class, Richard figured it must be easy. It seemed like all you did was read instructions, pour ingredients, stir a specific direction, and use the potion. He was wrong.

He left potions class, somehow feeling even more discouraged than when he walked in. The whole class was laughing at his potion. To be honest, if it wasn’t his potion, he probably would’ve laughed to, but when everybody’s laughing at you, you don’t feel too humorous. Not like he wasn’t use to it.

As he walked down the crowded hallways, he decided he’d go to the library. He liked being there, where there wasn’t too many people and he was left alone, for the most part. It was peaceful and quiet in there. As he was making his way there, he saw a group of older kids bullying a first year he didn’t know. He stopped and watched, feeling bad for the first year and knowing exactly how he felt, as that happened almost every day to him. His social life didn’t really change from the transition of the muggle world to the Wizarding world. He continued to watch as they shoved him around, wondering if he should say something. The (literal) voices in his head told him to keep going, but he was questioning them.
If they see you, they’re going to drag you into it, and it’s not gonna be fun. You and I both know what happens when you try to play hero, so why don’t you keep walking, and go on with your day?
The voice in his head that had said this sounded like a creepy killer clown- Richard had not yet named this voice. The voice was mischievous and sounded like someone that would shove a firecracker down someone’s shirt.
Yeah, Richard thought. Yeah, you’re right.
Just as he noticed two of the bullies talking and looking over at him, he quickly left for the library.

In the library, he sat a table and pulled a book out of his trunk. It was for Defense Against the Dark Arts, his favorite subject, one he was very good it. For about five minutes he read the book, until his concentration on the book slowly slipped. His crippled brain was taking him back to scene that had happened four years ago, the car crash in which his father died. He saw this image every day, but today, it was strong and vivid. Slowly, he closed his book and brought out his journal. He started to draw his father on that day with dead accuracy and precision. He got every thing right, from the blood spilling out his nose and mouth, his pupils barely visible, and even the shade of the sirens on his face. He had drawn this same scene almost twenty-five times, but for some reason, he kept drawing it. The image would never fade.

Thud. Quickly, Richard closed his journal and looked at the girl that had just fallen. It was a Gryffindor girl, the house of the brave, if he recalled correctly. He frowned. Currently, she seemed more like a Hufflepuff. The girl apologized, and Richard stared for a moment more. What had she been doing so close to him? He figured the best way to find out was ask.
“What were you doing?” He asked, sounding somewhat rude, his words slightly slurring over one another as they did every time he spoke. He awaited her response.

Interacting with @Eonaria Kabukimono

IC Time: 4:03pm, December 4th, 2024

XXXWhen the boy noticed her fall right next to him, he simply closed his journal and stared at her. Eonaria's cheeks turned pink. "...I was... hmph." She coughed slightly, summoning up all of her mostly non-existent courage. "I was interested in what you were drawing, so I tried to glance at your journal... and then I fell. That last part was unintentional." She climbed back to her feet, brushing the dust off of her robes.

XXX"I understand if you don't want people to invade your privacy, but... may I look at your drawing? It seemed extremely intricate and realistic. And awesome." She shuffled her feet hopefully.

XXXEonaria was still extremely sure that she had seen blood, but a little bit of gore wasn't going to stop her from appreciating a beautiful piece of art. After all, not all beauty came in perfect little bits of flowers and whatnot.

XXXThis Ravenclaw was extremely talented. She herself liked drawing, and while she prided herself on the little doodles she made on spare pieces of parchment, Eonaria had never committed herself to a whole picture like this boy was doing. And admittedly, her curiosity was what had gotten the better of her and caused her to trip. Hopefully that wasn't too terrible of a first impression. After all, anyone could trip at any time. She tucked her hands in her pockets, glancing back at the Ravenclaw.

.・-: ✧☾♩♪♩♬　. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.　♬♩♪♩☽✧ :-・.