Oshitari Kenya (
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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.]
Great Hall
However as he was walking past the Ravenclaw table, he could hear the muttering and he was sure for a change it wasn't about school work. He hadn't been here too long but he was sure that was different. He was even more sure that he had heard a name he was familiar with.
Turning his head, the person to the name was soon met with his gaze as he smiled with a wave.]
Hi there! [He paused for a moment, before walking on over.] Are you okay? You look like you need to go to the infirmary.
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Once Kenya's leaving the Great Hall, Shiraishi grabs his sleeve and drags him to the other direction. Once there isn't anyone in sight, he points towards the familiar willow they've used before to sneak to Hogsmaede.]
There's a place we can wait for this to pass.
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