|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Jan 2, 2008 15:25:04 GMT -5
Stevie was doing his usual at the library. He was leaning back in his chair and reading a book. But Daviv, being Daviv, did not notice this at all.
He looked at Neoma. Was anything wrong?
"Hey, Neoma..." Stevie whispered to try to get her attention. He only whispered loud enough so that she could hear, and even that was barely a thing. He shut his book after... Writing something in it. It was a book with a color of purple, mixed with blue. He stopped leaning back and leaned in to hear her response, if she even gave one.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 5, 2008 6:13:51 GMT -5
As Neville started to go, the other kids did. Stevie followed, but less enthusiastically. He gave one look behind at Lilianne, who looked like she was being saved. Good. That would be much less of a burden on Stevie's mind...
Then he saw the other kids. He frowned. They wouldn't just leave them behind, would they? They would come back after they bring Aesir back, right? The staff will be able to help them... Right?
Momentarily, his mind was brought off the steady mantra of 'It's all my fault'.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 19:18:11 GMT -5
Stevie was forced to watch from the sidelines. There was nothing he could do, he knew that. Only the staff could do anything. But now, one of his friends were hurt.
And it was all his fault. Lilianne's sister might die.
And it was all his fault. Stevie placed the blame solely on himself for not telling anyone. Instead, he masked it with cheery emotions and the muse of being awake. Night after night, he had lay in bed, wondering to himself. 'Will anything ever come of this?' Obviously, it had. Stevie could only watch in stunned silence as the beast lumbered over toward Lilianne, a look of silent disbelief painted onto Stevie's face. But most of all, he was angry.
He was angry that all of this came to be. There were attacks, so why didn't this place learn from its mistakes? Why couldn't it get a guard patrol squad or something? Even one person patrolling would help it so much more... But the fact remained that a good handful of students here were not able to defend themselves properly, Stevie being one of them.
He started to doubt Hogwarts. He started to doubt the capabilities of magic. Sure, these were probably some of the most well-versed people in their craft, being teachers, but that wasn't enough to make these students safe. Sure, they came up with a quick plan. It still didn't help Isabelle.
Breaking his statuesque form, Stevie started to inch along, not making noticeable footsteps. He was torn. He could throw something at the creature, taking it away from Lilianne. Then, he would have the wrath of an angry... Thing on him. And he has a good chance of be killed. But, he could not do anything, and then Lilianne and her sister might be killed...
Stevie decided not to. Behind him were a group of students, and throwing something might disrupt this whole plan. This whole bit was unbearable to watch, so he turned and walked back where he was, awaiting any instruction. The staff will take care of this... Right?
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 17:06:10 GMT -5
Stevie was still dazed, but he sat up, and managed to nod. Other students were happy to leave, but Stevie couldn't feel any other way. He stood as front as he could, and as centered as he could. He felt that was the place that would be best for him. With a crows of kids behind him, it would be hard to look behind him.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 16:01:07 GMT -5
Stevie was pulled aside, not at all caring. He hit the ground, in a sitting position. He simply fell onto his back, and turned to the side, staring at the table. He couldn't believe it. He thought these things would never attack... But they did. The words spoken to him did not do a single thing, as Stevie only heard the shrieks of various students, and his heart. He tried humming some music to himself, but ti did nothing as well. Nothing worked. Was he to go insane here? He had a lingering thought about that. He wondered what it was like to be insane...
He rolled on his side, again, so his back was on the table, Stevie staring at the wall. he just knew something bad would happen, he just knew it... But then again, he thought he knew a lot of things that didn't turn out true. Like these things not attacking.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 15:36:11 GMT -5
(I'm not the latest person in the world or anything. No possible way. *ducks in cover*)
Stevie was once eating. Once. He, of course, wasn't eating more. No, no, no. He had been finished a while ago, having only eaten a bit. He just couldn't get the image of the horrid creature out of his mind.
Then, Aesir came. He looked almost dead. Stevie hadn't gotten sleep for a while. He simply sat there, dazed, until he eventually just tagged along with the other people. When they ran, he ran. When they stopped and cowered, he stopped and cowered. It was running like clockwork until he saw what was actually attacking.
He froze in place from his position, mouth agape. He wasn't the most well hidden, but he was fairly well hidden to say the most. Those things. That was what he had seen. He looked at its features, it was unmistakable. He silently cursed himself out. He thought he was the cause of all of this. He should have told all of the teachers about this, but he didn't. He wanted to go to sleep. And now, here he was, possibly watching a massacre. He was tempted to offer himself, but he didn't. He valued his own life. He fell backward, his body thumping against a wall. He would've fell flat on his back if there wasn't a wall there, but that was beside the point. He couldn't take his eyes off, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything, but watch. His dreams had come true, contorted into grotesque nightmares in the form of these creatures.
In an occasion like this, Stevie would normally run things through his mind. Such as, how did these get here? How did these things come to be? How could he survive? Now was different. Being fairly new to the wizarding world, he had no clue as to why these things were attacking, who could have sent them, or who could possibly be killed.
He was pushed by someone, he didn't see who. that person was a blue to him. He didn't move like he would. He found himself unable to move. He twitched a finger, just to make sure he was still alive. He was, but that was of little consolation to him. The only thing he could, if he tried, to think about was that it was his fault.
His fault for not telling any more teachers.
His fault for not telling any of the students.
His fault for not writing in his book about the creatures.
And his fault for all of the casualties that may take place.
Stevie would have cried. He would've broken down right there and bawled his eyes out. But, he was too preoccupies with just standing there, turning his head into a fly hotel. All he could do is hope that one wouldn't see him, but with his luck as of late, one would be sure to see him.
Stevie had no doubt in his mind that the first one to see him would be the one he saw that dreaded night, where all of this began. All of this living torture began. He felt something in the pit of his stomach. This would be his gravesite.
(Long post, attempting to make up for horrible timing. Hope it counts >>; )
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 29, 2007 23:05:26 GMT -5
Stevie continued eating, eyeing the book a bit suspiciously. This was definitely a change of events, but the surprises just kept on coming here at Hogwarts. Stevie liked it that way.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 29, 2007 19:06:25 GMT -5
"...Anything at all. I did nothing." he said, joking back. Though, of course, he would never fess up to having this book and its powers. He ate more sweet things, though. He was all sugar high soon.
"So... When are we gonna go out?" He asked Isabelle, slightly hopping in his seat.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 29, 2007 18:30:15 GMT -5
Stevie grinned and waved at Keladry, as Floyd hopped onto the table.
"Um... Here's Floyd!...?" He said, floyd nibbling into the smallest cinnamon roll on Stevie's plate. He broke off a very small piece, just big enough for Floyd, and multiple people sitting at the table smiled at Floyd, but he didn't notice. He noticed food.
Stevie took this opportunity to open the book. The first page was blank. He flipped through it, and all of the pages were blank. But, ontthe back cover, there was the word 'jurnal'. He blinked at the misspelling, but noticed a small feather, that seemed to be already dipped in ink. He blinked, and once again flipped to the front page.
He thought of something to write, and decided on 'hi'.
It disappeared. Stevie blinked in disbelief, as words started writing themselves, but Stevie still held onto the feather. 'Hello Stevie, you don't know me. I assume you are in a public place, so I will keep it brief. DO NOT OPEN THIS WITH OTHER PEOPLE.' As the last period marked itself, the words quickly faded. A small sketch of a creature was sketched and labeled. He dropped the feather and shut his book as quickly as he could, making a loud 'THUD'.
"... I didn't do it."
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 29, 2007 15:49:05 GMT -5
"Can I come?" Stevie asked Isabelle, thinking she was the head of the whole thing. He hadn't heard much from Neoma, but he hoped she'd come along as well.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 28, 2007 23:15:14 GMT -5
As would be expected from Stevie, he begun picking what would be the most sugary things. He's going to be hyped up after this... Maybe there will even be a worm encore. Although, the person who had the dance off with Stevie didn't seem to be here.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 28, 2007 22:33:01 GMT -5
"Me? Stevie." He replied, not paying attention to the boyfriend aspect of the question.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 28, 2007 19:46:05 GMT -5
Stevie waved at Neoma, motioning for her to sit next to him.
"Hi! Merry Christmas!" He said, taking out the book. He looked it over for a bit, then decided to save it for later. Even if the later would be one minute. He simply left his blank, blue-violet covered book on his lap, for now.
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 28, 2007 17:29:02 GMT -5
"Yeah!" Stevie said, with a grin.
"Although I don't even know you."
|
|
|
Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 28, 2007 14:31:20 GMT -5
Stevie snuck in, but was probably easily spotted. He didn't know he was going to be late, but he took a small hint in the fact that nobody was in the halls.
He quickly took a seat, playing it off as though he was here the whole time.
|
|