James Lucas Chambers (pl_jamie) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-02-05 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !grabme, 1999 february, hogwarts, jamie chambers, john dorny |
Who: Jamie and John (GrabMe!)
Where: The hallway outside Slytherin, then somewhere else?
When: Early Saturday morning
What: Jamie wants his brother.
When he opened his eyes, Jamie realized that his mind was quiet. There were no flashes of awful colors-turned-violence, no maddening voices telling him that he was worthless and unloved. He was alone. Or at least it seemed that way, because he was pretty sure there were other people in the ward. Jamie just couldn't bring himself to turn his head and look. His eyes burned with unshed tears and he wasn't sure why. How long had he been here? Days? Weeks? A month or more? Theodore had come. He remembered that. And facing Anthony. Jesus. Pressing his fists against his eyes, Jamie breathed in deeply through his nose. He felt like crying or screaming or some combination of the two.
He also suddenly needed to see his brother.
It wasn't so much that it was John as it was about family. Something connected and familiar and undemanding. Something easier than facing Theodore and telling him. Telling him what happened that night. Because he would have to, sooner or later. When he remembered all the details. Thankfully, his mind was blocking out the worst of it.
Silently, he slipped out of bed and left the hospital wing, mindless of the fact that he was barefoot and dressed in only a t-shirt and thin pajama pants. It was quiet and the halls were deserted. No one was up yet. Jamie felt like a ghost, wandering through the castle as he was. When he reached the hallway outside of Slytherin, he leaned against the opposite wall and slid down, wrapping his arms around his knees. It was cold and dark and soon he was shaking, though whether it was the chill or weariness assaulting him, he couldn't be sure. After all, he'd spend the last...however long lying in a hospital bed, eating little and moving less. His body was healed, but unused to so much activity.
Thoughts were dangerous things, especially there in the empty silence of the hallway, so Jamie closed his eyes and focused on images of home. The dream he'd had of he and Theodore in Massachusetts. He would dream again and wait for John to find him.