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Post by Ebony Arka on Aug 14, 2007 19:35:33 GMT -5
e b o n y
The top of the astronomy tower. Out of bouds to students except for in lessons. But the topmost step before the astronomy tower? That isn't and the view from the small windows in the cpiral tower is just as good and not as draughty. Maybe not quite so panoramic but thats life. Some things just have to be sacrificed. And that was what bought an exhausted girl to be sat on the stone steps. Loneliness, lack of portraits and a search for a view. She stood deciding that she would run the gauntlet if anyone found her and went the last few steps into the top of the astronomy tower.
Leaning ont eh sill of the nearest window Ebony breathed deeply, the full moon had exhausted her and she didn't know how much more talk of the yule ball she could take. Everyone it seemed had a date except her. Absolutly everyone, she just had herself. And she felt lonely, she hadn't spoked to Adam in a long while and was worried about him, she had head he was serving detention. She had half considered joining the quidditch team but was unsure. She doubted she would really. There was that girl Lilly, but it was hardly and tho she liked the girl she meant it, a true friend, 4 years below her she had her own best friends and a life to live.
Moreosely she looked, not out of the window over the ground but down instead. Looking at the amazingly long drop to the grass below. Idly she wondered hos her body wouuld look, crumpled down there, sprawled on the grass with her limbs arranged all at odd angles. Perhaps that would e the best thing to do. She thought about her dress for the ball. The beautiful floaty white one. Maybe, maybe she would do it. Go and change into the floaty dress. Say goodbye to Stormy and put on her hufflpuff cloak, the winter one she had so carefully embroidered. Then she could return. Climb up and out, throw herself out into space. It would all be over so quickly with nought but a delisciouse crunch and her lood to feed the grasses. No ungainly crashes or stained flagstones. It would be easy.
Ebony leant on the windowsill and cried at her desicion. There would be none to witness it and none to mourn her passing. She suddenly felt desperatly lonely.
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Post by Hansen Wagtail. on Sept 7, 2007 3:37:17 GMT -5
He raised his hand, brushing it lightly through his black hair. It did nothing, merely fell back over his eyes like it had once been. It was night now, the cool breeze brushed over his skin as he wandered the castle. It could not be called aimless wandering, it was just wandering without a destination. He was not wearing pyjama's, he never did. He was wearing loose black trackies and a white singlet top. But that was to no matter, what he was wearing didn't matter, atleast not to him. And thus it should not matter to anyone else. Hansen was not really a very caring person, well in a sense, he cared about other people's well being as he should. But one thing he could not care about, was what they thought of him. He would not change for anyone. And it had always been like that, if they didn't like who he was .. then naturally they were not worth keeping as friends.
He walked slowly up the stairs of the astronomy tower, his eyes were frowned as if in concentration, he had to much on his mind these days. Thus when he couldn't sleep he would go out around the castle. It was to early to go see 'wolf' yet, he would have to wait until the moon was at its brightest, that had been the ritual for the years now ... it would not change now. Sometimes he would wait for hours before that time out in the grounds, just wandering around. Nobody knew of his night meetings with wolf, and he wanted to keep it that way. Wolf was not his pet, more or less it was his friend. The steps were cold under his bare feet, but he did not mind that, the initial shiver as his feet first touched the step sent a rather cold chill up his spine, but after that he adapted quite well to it. It was something that you had to adapt to ... if you intended on climbing all the stairs.
He stopped his climb somewhere near the top, for a moment he was almost sure he could hear the muffled sobs of another upon the astronomy tower. Hansen walked up quietly, soundlessly. His bare feet made no sound upon the stone steps, it was an eerie atmosphere as he climbed the last few steps. There was a girl, he spotted her, leant despairingly against the windowsill, her tears were many and she did not notice Hansen. She was not in Gryffindor, he knew that. But she was upset. And it didn't take him long to figure out what she meant to do. He was not foolish, he could put two and two together. In one quick movement he crossed to her, grabbing her arm [not harshly] with his hand he pulled her over away from the windowsill. Once she was safely against the wall where she would not accidently fall he released her.
"God. What are you doing?"
Her uttered, his voice full of concern. Maybe it was odd to hear another pay so much concern to this girl who so obviously thought she was alone in the world. Hansen moved around her so he was between her and the windowsill she had previously leant against. No, she would not throw herself out there. Suicide was cowardice in his eyes, but it may be the only option some had. This girl obviously thought she was friendless or something. But she was wrong, even if he did not know her ... he would be there for her.
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Post by Ebony Arka on Sept 7, 2007 16:13:44 GMT -5
e b o n y
Sometimes the most important thing in the world is to know that someone else cares. No matter who it is, just knowing that they care. That is the most important thing in the world. No matter that you have never met them before, that you do not know them and they do not know you. The simple fact that there is someone out there, anyone at all, willing to stand there and talk to you or to grab your arm and pull you back. It means the world.
And although a small small part of Ebony lamented that she had not been speedier in her jump she felt happier. Someone cared. A single solitary person, a person whom she did not know had the bravery to approach despite what she was and pull her back, even at the cost of having to swing her to the wall. He knew nothing of her, she could have been psychotic, manic, could have tried to attack him instead of hanging limply against the wall like an old rag doll. And yet he had risked it, Ebony's heart swelled as her knees gave way and she slid down the wall to the floor.
Slumped at the base of the wall in the top of the round astronomy tower Ebony felt greatly aware of the world all of a sudden. Could feel every fiber in her clothes, the way that the elastic of her socks pressed into her ankles. She felt that she could feel every microscopic bump in the stone wall behind her and the floor below her, each and everyone digging in through her clothes and pressing into her skin. She felt hot and cold all at once, so that she wanted to warp herself in layers of blankets to avoid the immense cold and yet her skin burned and the sweat soaked through her shirt.
It all registered in the blink of an eye and yet Ebony was surprised to see nothing had changed when she re-assimilated herself with the present. She was still slumped staring at the knees of an unknown who Had saved her from herself. It was all to much to take in and she broke down again crying. Hot tears of fear, panic and confusion poured down her face to dampen the collar of her already soaked shirt, and no matter how hard she tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of her jumper it did not seem to work. The flood gates were breached and now she must dredge up all emotion or else explode.
Only the slightest of embarrassments registered when she looked up to see that her Saviour was an unknown boy. She tried again to stop herself crying and half succeeded, so that the tears were still rolling but her body was no longer racked by violent jerky sobs. She remembered that the boy had asked her a question. What are you doing? she gave a weak smile, I was planning my own suicide, I thought about getting changed but i think that i might have got cold feet, pardon the pun. and then she half noticed ho strange the whole scene was so she fought her way upright again up the Wall. At long last she was stood. facing him.
Looking at him she suddenly realized the ridiculousness of the whole situation. Thank you she whispered, giving him a quick damp hug before the tears broke again. She felt strangely empty now, as though there was nothing to do but cry. Ans she let herself sink back down the wall until she was able to slump sideways, lying on the floor, knees hugged up to her chest, crying all her heart out. Was this what it had all come to in the end?
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