Cold DeathCold. That was all I could feel in my last few moments. Harsh, debilitating snow falling from the sky to cover the frozen ground I lay on, hidden amongst the underbrush with the rest of my men. December of 1863, it was almost Christmas and all of us were wishing this war was over so we could return home to our families. All except me, that is. Back home I had a girl waiting for me, as many of the young men in my troop did, we were supposedly engaged to be married as soon as I returned home. I didn’t love her, though. I was being forced into this relationship by my father; he had bargained with the girl’s father to have us wed, and she didn’t even know I didn’t love her. No one knew the reason why I didn’t love her, though. I couldn’t tell anyone, I’d be shamed, disowned, rejected.
I was gay, that’s why I didn’t love the girl I was betrothed to. I was in love with a wonderful young man by the last name Clark. We couldn’t be tog
How DareSvetlana walked the halls of Hogwarts castle in a determined fashion, purpose in every step she took towards her house tower. If she was lucky, Marvie would be in the common room of Ravenclaw tower (if not too busy with one of his incessant pranks) being obnoxious to whomever decided to be in the room. She stomped up the spiral staircase and answered the knocker's riddle easily, fluently, and precisely. The door opened quietly and she stepped in, scanning for the young wizard. When she spotted the boy- grinning like a chesire cat at who knows what, she stormed over in an obviously displeased mood. Before he even had the chance to ask his girlfriend what might have been the matter, though, he received a hard, open palmed slap across the face.
Marvie was hanging out with some fellow students, not nessasarily worrying over anything at all. But he was still sore from a few falls he took during Quidditch practice- maybe it was karma for Niko. But he was doing generally okay. He noticed his
InjuriesPacing, over and over again, hand splayed across his face and ever so often wiping at warm tears that fell out of stress and frustration. Erik felt as if he was digging a pit where he was treading, glancing about for a familiar face every once and a while, Svetlana. A voice nagging in the back of his mind that he'd promised the girl that he would go to the direct source of the problem whenever I problem may arise between his brother and her boyfriend but, if he was being honest with himself and everyone else, he was quite frankly fearful of it.
Svetlana didn't travel much, and even when she did there wasn't often a purpose or direction unless it was the library or somewhere Marvie was dragging her. It was another of these directionless times as she took her feet down the stairs from the girls' dorms to the Ravenclaw common room. She was oblivious to her surroundings as she typically was, not paying attention to faces as she passed through the room towards the exit.
Erik came to a batte
A New PatronusSvetlana had been practicing spells in her dorm room, and came upon one she hadn't performed since learning it defense against the dark arts class. The patronus charm. She'd been afraid to practice it before, but now she was curious- reading did that to a girl, especially a Ravenclaw. She closed her eyes, drawing forth a happy memory. Always Marvie. Always. With a smile on her lips and her boyfriend on her mind she whispered the incantation strongly. Bright light shine from the end of her wand, brighter than lumos or lumos duo. It flitted around her for a few second before taking form on the bed in front of her. Instead of the owl it had become the first time she performed the spell in class, it had chosen... A fox. Her smile widened. It was true. Patronuses changed form for the person you loved. She reached out a hand and pat the specter on the head and it made a happy noise. Marvie would probably be surprised if he ever saw her cast the spell.
Tall BabesIn a normal muggle school, there would be a physical education class that would make the students run, lift weight- get healthy in general. But since the wizarding world didn't value that as much as the muggles, there was no gym or class to help students stay fit. So that's why Sly always walked out to some secluded part of the field right behind the castle to work out. He usually did very intense training- leading to lots of sweat and lots of tone. Currently, he was shirtless, busy finishing up the set of pushups before running to the other side of the field to drop down and do another set.
Catherine was outside, as was per usual to her behavior, looking for a subject to sketch as she held her pad of paper to her chest. She'd sketched almost every square inch of the school- twice, and needed something new. She'd found herself wondering towards a quieter section of the grounds, and seemed to be alone, but then she saw someone. It looked like a male student... working out? She tilted he
Flying LessonsChrysanthemum had somehow managed to get her hands on a broom. She found her way out to the Quidditch field and looked around at the large area. She hadn't done too well during her class, and it might be better if she just spectated the sport, but she wanted to be like Josie. She wanted to be able to fly and play this flying game. So, she made herself some practice time outside of class.
Sly had walked out of the Slytherin common room to fetch himself some ingredients for his potion brewing. Yes, there was a store of them in the potions class but what he was looking for was a bit...exotic. So what he had planned was to go out and take a small trip to the forbidden forest. So he had his quidditch broom in hand and heading out to the field, surprised to find Chryssantheum with a broom herself. He smiled as he approached her,"Hey there Miss, what are you doing out here?"
Chrysanthemum looked up at the sound of the familiar voice, smiling and waving when she saw it was Sly. "Hi, Sly." She