|Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-01-23 05:00:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 01, !incomplete, eloise midgen, theodore nott|
Who: Eloise & Theo
When: end of classes
Where: random hallage
What: scene lottery: Professor Trelawney makes a dark prediction about the both of you as she passes you in the hall.
The longer Theo went through the motions of class, dinner, homework, bed, the more he thought about the future and what the point of everything he was doing here was. He found more and more that he couldn't come up with an answer to that question, and this was pushing him into dangerously reckless territory; he couldn't see any way that he'd survive the coming war, if he even got that far, if his father didn't put him down the minute he refused to take the Mark. He knew that he'd never have a place with the hypocrites on the so-called side of the Light and that left him, as ever, on his own, a position that he preferred but that he knew was the most vulnerable. Maybe.
He'd shaken those dark thoughts from his mind at the end of History of Magic and was intending to return to his dorm for a lie down; he had a headache the size of a Ridgeback and he'd been feeling tired all day, for the past few days now. He was starting to believe what Greg said about him sleepwalking, although a large part of him still wanted to deny it. His other dorm mates hadn't said anything about it to him yet and he didn't know if it was just a ploy of Greg's to get into his bed - not that the seventh year minded this.
Not much longer navigating through the halls and then he'd be headed down to the Slytherin common rooms.