Who: Henry Bennett OT: Anyone Where: The Hyperion, kitchen When: Monday, February 14th, evening Status: In Progress Rating: TBD
Henry's birthday had started off rather well, if a bit slowly. He'd been up late last night studying and then drawing, so the morning had dragged on for a bit before he finally woke up after second period. Before that, however, he'd med a pleasant young girl by the name of Stephanie who had difficulty getting few books out of her locket that had been crammed in rather well. Henry had offered to help and with a use of a bit of his magic, he'd gotten the books she wanted out.
The two kids had an enjoyable conversation regarding the band Stephanie was in and touched a little on Henry's mother before it was time for English. The rest of the day was fairly typical; Hanging out with Julian at lunch and his free period that afternoon, art and other classes. After school let out, Henry spent a little time sketching in the park before heading back to the Hyperion to study and either read or work on any of his personal art projects.
It was that evening when his brother, Gregory, came home that his day and gone from rather well to worse. Since Henry's birthday fell on Valentine's Day, it had been a little joke and tradition between he and his mother for her to present a birthday present to Henry and he a valentine for her. Henry was in the process of making said valentine when the younger witch and Greg got into an unplesant row that he was sure the whole building had heard.
Storming out of his room, which was large enough to be both his bedroom and the small art studio he'd set up, Henry found his way to the kitchen where he rummaged through the industrial fridge for the cupcakes he'd bought for everyone for the holiday. They were chocolate, of course, with varying Valentine's Day icing and sprinkles. Pulling out two, the witch found two birthday candles and stuck them in each cupcake and with a little use of his Will, lighted both. Hopping up onto the counter, Henry sat there watching the candles burn as the tears he'd shed dried on his cheeks and the occasional sniffle came from the boy. Some birthday this turned out to be.