pl_stephen (pl_stephen) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-12-27 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 december, anthony goldstein, stephen cornfoot, terry boot |
Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Anthony Goldstein And Terry Boot.
What: lots of angst and crying
Where: 8th grade boys dorm, Anthony's bed.
When: Saturday Evening
Stephen didn't know what had happened. He didn't remember anything other than that awful, awful nightmare. The nightmare that didn't end when he woke up. The nightmare that only continued to get worse. One minute it was christmas, and she was in his arms, the next minute they were covered in blood. He remember thinking how much he loved her, how he would keep herself, how he would work as a muggle if he had to to get her all the things she wanted. Then he had hurt her in his dreams. He had damn near killed her. Then he woke up covered in her blood, from the injuries he had caused her. When he woke up the stinging in his right arm hadn't gone away, and a irritated red mark on his right forearm had traced the dark mark in his dream. He couldn't have done what he had dreamed he had done, he couldn't do magic.
He had taken Padma to the hospital wing. She was so hysterical, so afraid of him that Pomfrey had to sedate her. He couldn't let Pomfrey see his arm. He didn't waste time. He couldn't let Pomfrey heal him, she would see his arm, she would think he did it. He watched while Pomfrey took care of Padma, he dahsed to the supply closet, grabbing a few pain potions and some burn salve. It was the benefit of being a healers son, he knew what he was looking for. It only took him a minute or two to take what he needed and run. By the time Pomfrey turned around he was out of the wing and down the hall. He didn't know where to go. He wandered the halls in the early morning, still covered in blood, his stomach sick and his mind turn. He knew that they would be looking for him, no doubt to question what he had done. He had to disappear. He found an empty passage way he could tuck away in, and he laid on the cold stone floor and laid there, wide awake and thoughtless for who knows how long. He was dangerous. He knew it, but how? He couldn't actually have casted those spells, he had the virus, was this a side effect of that?
He needed to talk to someone. He needed to plead his innocence. He needed to find someone who wouldn't automatically assume he had done the worse. He retreated to the 8th year boys dorm without anyone noticing him. He saw his bed when he opened the door, it smelled of death and blood had dried everywhere in and around it. He couldn't bring himself to look at it. He went over there for a brief second, only long enough to draw the curtains around it and hide the painful tears that were welling up inside of him at its sight.
He crawled into Anthony's bed, sitting cross legged in the center of it. His thoughts of the day flooded his head, with the image of Padma nearly dead, the sound of her cries in his nightmare. Stephen let out a sob, tears ran down his face from his puffy red eyes. Both hands came up to hide his face, His left arm was still covered with patches of burnt skin, he hadn't been bothered with healing himself since he stole the supplies. Stephen had however, managed to wrap a thick scarf around his right arm, hiding the impression of the dark mark though not very inconspicuously. He didn't know how long he sat their sobbing before he finally heard the door open.