xander. (oiseaunoir) wrote in cursedprophecy, @ 2009-10-10 19:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | albus potter, xander wallace, ●Hogwarts - special room |
WHO: Alexander Wallace, Albus Potter
NPC: Other students.
WHAT: Albus approaches Xander in the halls.
WHEN: 10/09|3PM
WHERE: In the halls, eventually outside.
WARNING: tbd
IN/COMPLETE Incomplete
The stairway was dizzying, with the constant movement, a puzzle of the ways they'd switch and move and would still manage to find an adjacent path. If he'd been gone for Hogwarts for much longer than the duration of spring and summer, he would realize just how much the intricacies of magic that lingered within these walls were the stuff that his inspiration was made of. He even missed the ghosts that flitted past, cackling, or somberly silent as they went on with their ghostly tasks. Xander was numb to much of the conversations that went around him. Where he once would make an effort at small talk with his peers, he now kept quiet and to himself. Potions was something he still excelled at, though he wasn't sure how he felt about the new teacher. He sat in the class next to a squat brunette Slytherin male, who smelled like toad. He spoke little to his classmates, but was first to raise his hand to answer any of the questions posed. He believed he was at least making a good impression on the new teacher, even if he knew others were watching him like he was going to fall off some edge... or were they? Was he just imagining that? Was that the paranoia talking? Reality was a funny thing, the way it blurred together with fiction and one grew so that he could no longer tell the difference. Potions class was dismissed, and Xander grabbed his books as was the first to escape through the classroom doors and into the halls where the students blurred together until they were faceless, and his anxiety became something so much more easily hidden by clutching his book to his chest and tucking his head so that his dark hair fell toward his face. He shared Potions with Albus, who he had not spoken to since the night where he found out his sister was murdered, the night when he used the cruciatus curse on Albus, the night when he cried in front of a stranger. He couldn't bear to speak to him, yet he couldn't shake the Potter kid from his consciousness. As he started down the stairs, he thought he heard his name being called above the sound of students laughing and talking amongst themselves, but he wasn't sure, so he kept on walking... though he slowed his pace in case he heard otherwise. Maybe he was hearing voices? Somehow, if that was the case, he wouldn't be surprised.. nothing surprised him anymore. |