A Quiet Place to Be

Hudson Worth

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Steph
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Interested in Somebody
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Bisexual
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12/2032 (17)
Hudson wasn't the sort to really spend a lot of time with a lot of people. So far he had made a few friends and that was enough for him. Heading to the Owlery Hudson played with the idea sending a letter home or not. He was sure they were wondering about him and he wasn't sure if Fleur managed to send home a letter yet herself. Moving up the tower he avoided the owl poop that was everywhere. And moved to one of his favorite locations that was under the winding staircase the was in the tower. Underneath the base of those stairs was a poop free zone where no one else but him had seemed to find. He rounded the corner and ducked under the low part of the stairs and stopped shortly as he spotted feet and then upwards looking he spotted an older looking boy sitting in one of his favorite locations to get away from it all.
 
As much as he was trying this year to get out of his shell more, and meet new people, sometimes Vivian still felt the urge to steal away and find a secret spot to curl up and write. He had a new quill for the new year and it felt significantly more impressive than his previous one had. The obvious only thing to do with it was write. He felt a lot of conflict still about his situation with Tristan, and the only thing Vivian ever knew how to do with feelings like those was sort through them in verse. One of his favourite places to be alone in first year was a small hidden nook under the owlery stairs, where nobody else ever seemed to come. Vivian hadn't been in a while, and he had to duck his head down a little to fit in, but it was still comfy. He had tucked himself away with parchment and quill, and was deeply embroiled in finding a rhyme with the right number of syllables when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, he was surprised to see a younger boy heading for the same private spot he was presently occupying. "Hi..." He said uncertainly, surprised by the sudden presence.
 
Hudson was more than slightly surprised to see a face staring back at him, talking to him. He had been lost in his private world in his head and suddenly someone real was there. He dropped slowly down one knee on the ground so he wouldn't end up hitting his head on the stairs above. "Hi..." Hudson replied taking in the sight before him. An older boy with a quill in hand looking up at him from his writing. "Why are you here?" Hudson asked his voice slightly cracking as he had begun puberty already, earlier than the other boys in his year. Nothing else came to his mind to say to the older boy. He didn't even know who this guy was. The only thing he knew was that this boy was in his space, a space no one else had ever seemed to think of being as a comfortable place to stay for an hour or so a day. His heart was pumping faster than normal from the shock of seeing someone in his safe place.
 
Vivian peered at the younger boy, surprised at the interruption. After a moment he realised that in his absence the younger boy must have been using this space to hide away from people, and now that Vivian had returned he was intruding. "Oh. Sorry." He said softly. "I used to come here sometimes to write. I was just looking for some peace and quiet." He shifted a little, hoping he wasn't stuck in the small space, his lengthening frame having gotten considerably taller than he expected over the holidays. "I can move if you like..."
 
Used to come here..........Hudson realized that he really wasn't the first to discover this quiet location that was away from peering eyes of his peers. He glanced out, towards the door and the windows of the Owlery as sunlight was pouring in from the clouds parting. He knew his Aunt and Uncle, or rather parents now, would be happy if he went out into the sunlight and played with friends. But he didn't really have any friends, none that he played games with anyways and he wasn't really into Quidditch. He glanced back towards the older student who was moving around. "No........that's alright," he said shifting himself. He wondered if he should back out and go somewhere else or not. But he had planned on being there for awhile before the next meal in the Great Hall and Hudson really didn't feel like trying to find a new location to be. "Might I stay as well?" He asked shyly looking at the ground between the boy's feet. He knew the guy wanted to be alone but he thought maybe they could sit and not say anything and be alone...together. For the day at least, he hoped he'd get this spot back to himself soon however.
 
Vivian faltered, surprised when the younger boy asked to join him. He had expected him to either ask Vivian to leave or do so himself, but thinking for a moment, Vivian nodded. "If you'd like." He said softly. The younger boy didn't seem like he would be loud or obnoxious, and it might be nice to have some company. He wasn't getting anywhere on this poem anyway, and should really be working on something for class instead. Flipping over the pages quickly so the younger boy wouldn't see what he had been working on, Vivian scooted up a little so there would be enough room for the other boy. "I'm Vivian." He offered, figuring it would be strange to share this space and not even know each other's names.
 
Hudson finally was granted permission to stay, although it was his favorite place to be he felt odd needing the permission to be there, it was a free space the older boy did not own it. He settled down into the space made available to him, glad that he was still short and able to fit well in the space, while the older boy seemed much larger in their tiny hiding space. He noticed pages being turned and he wondered briefly what it was that he interrupted the older one doing, was he an artist like Fleur? Drawing different things in his book. The lack of charcoal seemed to give him the answer of no, that wasn't what the older boy was doing. He introduced himself, which surprised Hudson, he hadn't thought they would talk more. "Hudson," he replied with a small nod. He finally felt relaxed in the space as he normally would, it had given him a scare to see someone sitting in the space at first. "What year are you?" He questioned.
 

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