WHAT IS HAPPENING?Myth or legend, the reality of magic is an unexplained phenomenon that exists today in a select few across many countries.
Things have been happening, a force that cannot be seen but the effects are more than visible. To explain what is happening would open up a dangerous world, but can it be opened without collapsing the foundations of my own existence? |
MY LATEST ADVENTURE
The first is the worst
Laying on top of his made bed, the feelings and sounds of the castle were still settling in. The Welcome Party game was one that involved a high level of coordination and vocal abilities that seemed to be required in order to fend away the glitter that plastered an individual if their feet touched the floor. Having just finished bathing to clean himself off, which meant there was bits of glitter still stuck here and there, finding solitude away from the chaos was needed. The first night was always the worst, knowing that in the morning there would be no going out to yard and finding fresh eggs or having the smell of breakfast cooking filling up the whole house with pleasant aromas. No Donnell, Rayan, Argyle, Irvin, Cleary, Hoyt or Tullia for the next several months. The quiet understanding that his father shared with him would be gone and semi replaced with time spent with Nox and Malachi, the natural gumption of Rayan would be semi filled by Genghis but no true family member could be replaced by any individual at Hogwarts.
Blue-green eyes looked up into the canopy of the bed as his hand reached up but was unable to touch the top like he could with the bunkbed he shared with Irvin. Instead there were other individual beds for his roommates to sleep in. Small little islands in the room creating boundries of personal space and seperation. Soon the sounds of sleeping would be in stereo and not just coming from above the rural student's head. The first night would have been better if a combination of houses could share rooms, to fill the individual islands with the bodies of those who became a family outside of his own last year. A tear ran down the side of Oghe's left cheek as the desire to just have Lucas holding his hand swept over his body. If there was anyone at the school that could lift a bit of that homesickness away, it was the accepting hand of the older Hufflepuff.
Closing his eyes, the naturally quiet student opened his ears to take in the new sounds forming around him. This was Hogwarts, the place where he had to learn about why he was so different then the rest of his family. Hogwarts, the place where unity and division were all one. Hogwarts, the place that was the key to a still rather new world. Hogwarts, where fears and dreams would collide.
Rolling over onto his side, there was no effort or desire to pull a blanket around him. Curling a hand into a fist, it pressed up against his own lips. Tears continued to flow through the creases of the closed eyes as the worries of the new year accumulated. Managing to keep last years grades barely over a 'T', an uncertainity of how well he'd fair with a better understanding didn't help with the known expectations of the new year. The summer homework hadn't been finished and what was done didn't make sense anymore. An offer had been made over the summer, to look over his peer's work and find inspiration from it, but copying things did not aid in understanding and not understanding why it was, it was a reality hard to swallow alone.
Home would be missed. Closed eyes and tears soon drifted the rural wizard away from the castle and visions of what was loved most brought comfort in slumber.
Laying on top of his made bed, the feelings and sounds of the castle were still settling in. The Welcome Party game was one that involved a high level of coordination and vocal abilities that seemed to be required in order to fend away the glitter that plastered an individual if their feet touched the floor. Having just finished bathing to clean himself off, which meant there was bits of glitter still stuck here and there, finding solitude away from the chaos was needed. The first night was always the worst, knowing that in the morning there would be no going out to yard and finding fresh eggs or having the smell of breakfast cooking filling up the whole house with pleasant aromas. No Donnell, Rayan, Argyle, Irvin, Cleary, Hoyt or Tullia for the next several months. The quiet understanding that his father shared with him would be gone and semi replaced with time spent with Nox and Malachi, the natural gumption of Rayan would be semi filled by Genghis but no true family member could be replaced by any individual at Hogwarts.
Blue-green eyes looked up into the canopy of the bed as his hand reached up but was unable to touch the top like he could with the bunkbed he shared with Irvin. Instead there were other individual beds for his roommates to sleep in. Small little islands in the room creating boundries of personal space and seperation. Soon the sounds of sleeping would be in stereo and not just coming from above the rural student's head. The first night would have been better if a combination of houses could share rooms, to fill the individual islands with the bodies of those who became a family outside of his own last year. A tear ran down the side of Oghe's left cheek as the desire to just have Lucas holding his hand swept over his body. If there was anyone at the school that could lift a bit of that homesickness away, it was the accepting hand of the older Hufflepuff.
Closing his eyes, the naturally quiet student opened his ears to take in the new sounds forming around him. This was Hogwarts, the place where he had to learn about why he was so different then the rest of his family. Hogwarts, the place where unity and division were all one. Hogwarts, the place that was the key to a still rather new world. Hogwarts, where fears and dreams would collide.
Rolling over onto his side, there was no effort or desire to pull a blanket around him. Curling a hand into a fist, it pressed up against his own lips. Tears continued to flow through the creases of the closed eyes as the worries of the new year accumulated. Managing to keep last years grades barely over a 'T', an uncertainity of how well he'd fair with a better understanding didn't help with the known expectations of the new year. The summer homework hadn't been finished and what was done didn't make sense anymore. An offer had been made over the summer, to look over his peer's work and find inspiration from it, but copying things did not aid in understanding and not understanding why it was, it was a reality hard to swallow alone.
Home would be missed. Closed eyes and tears soon drifted the rural wizard away from the castle and visions of what was loved most brought comfort in slumber.
creating a phantom presence
in the bustling environment |