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imperturbatus2016-11-20 12:47 pm
one_step_ahead) wrote in imperturbatus2016-11-20 12:47 pm
03rd Run is Death looming above his head, or something like that, he's sure
Great Hall, breakfast
[That morning at the Ravenclaw table is... well, Kenya would say awkward, but he's probably the only one to feel that way, with how animatedly everyone seems to be chatting. And everyone talks about last night. EVERYONE. He hears his own name several times, which makes him feel like crying. Not that he's a crybaby, but this? It's a MESS. Not to mention Matsuoka walked into the Great Hall a couple of minutes ago looking ready to kill someone (presumably Kenya), which almost made him wet his pants. But then the Slytherin captain stumbled to his own table and Kenya realized the redhead was just sick. The part of him that was pretty much a healer in training felt bad for the Slytherin, the rest of him just moaned in pain. He's so dead.]
Rest of the Day
[The rest of the day doesn't feel less awkward and tortuous than the morning. The talk has managed to spread outside of Ravenclaw borders and whenever he passes people, they look at him, either with pity, or a snicker. It doesn't help that it's Sunday and there are no lessons to distract himself with and each time he runs into Gareki, he has to turn the other way and flee, because he's that sure he's about to get killed. He has no idea how he'll survive the night. Maybe he should build himself a nest atop the tower, sleep there. Alone. Waiting for Matsuoka to find him and do it. Slowly. Piece by agonizing piece.
The worst thing is there's nowhere to hide. Library is out of the question, at this time occupied mostly by Ravenclaws, it's a beautiful day, so everyone's at the lake, or somewhere outside, and even the pitch had been occupied. He's tempted to go and hide in the dungeons, go practice some potions, or just fly to the astronomy tower and sit there all day and night. Maybe it will be gone by tomorrow, he thinks miserably, but he knows it's a feeble hope. He should just write his will and quietly wait for the gallows.]
[That morning at the Ravenclaw table is... well, Kenya would say awkward, but he's probably the only one to feel that way, with how animatedly everyone seems to be chatting. And everyone talks about last night. EVERYONE. He hears his own name several times, which makes him feel like crying. Not that he's a crybaby, but this? It's a MESS. Not to mention Matsuoka walked into the Great Hall a couple of minutes ago looking ready to kill someone (presumably Kenya), which almost made him wet his pants. But then the Slytherin captain stumbled to his own table and Kenya realized the redhead was just sick. The part of him that was pretty much a healer in training felt bad for the Slytherin, the rest of him just moaned in pain. He's so dead.]
Rest of the Day
[The rest of the day doesn't feel less awkward and tortuous than the morning. The talk has managed to spread outside of Ravenclaw borders and whenever he passes people, they look at him, either with pity, or a snicker. It doesn't help that it's Sunday and there are no lessons to distract himself with and each time he runs into Gareki, he has to turn the other way and flee, because he's that sure he's about to get killed. He has no idea how he'll survive the night. Maybe he should build himself a nest atop the tower, sleep there. Alone. Waiting for Matsuoka to find him and do it. Slowly. Piece by agonizing piece.
The worst thing is there's nowhere to hide. Library is out of the question, at this time occupied mostly by Ravenclaws, it's a beautiful day, so everyone's at the lake, or somewhere outside, and even the pitch had been occupied. He's tempted to go and hide in the dungeons, go practice some potions, or just fly to the astronomy tower and sit there all day and night. Maybe it will be gone by tomorrow, he thinks miserably, but he knows it's a feeble hope. He should just write his will and quietly wait for the gallows.]