A Speck Of Dust

[Tybalt Archer]

There were good starts to days, and there were bad starts to days. This was one that was not a good start. A bad day, could ruin a week, or a month. That bad day that went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds could make the tallest of people feel no more than a speck of dust on the ground. Easily swept away, easily disposed of. The fact of the matter was a bad, wasn't something that any person could find themselves liking. The Archer's always seemed to have more than bad days. What they had was more like bad months, years, bad decades. He didn't know his family survived every day, when everything seemed out to get them. The bad luck seemed to follow Archer's everywhere they went. The entire side of a family being unable to see colour. Being unable to see what the other half could. It was inherited, the worst thing about it. It had appeared somewhere in their line, something had gone wrong, and then all the males had inherited it. There was no real way of getting rid of it. He found that his da always said it went as far back as his own granda. Which would make a total of four generations who were left with this curse. The one curse that didn't appear to have a spell, or potion to cure. The only one that didn't have a simple fix. Although, in saying that, it was important to know that no one in his family had ever brought up looking for a cure. No one wanted to be completely blind by accident. No one wanted to know what they were really missing. The youngest of the male Archer's would be the one to directly pass on the problem, he knew it. He wasn't looking forward to it. He couldn't believe that he would, if it was a boy. The youngest male Archer however, was just having a pretty bad day. Well, what he'd believed to be a pretty amazing week had changed in a matter of milliseconds. He was left feeling back at square one, at his old school with no one to help and only the thoughts and words of those that had continuously hurt him in the years that he had been at the school. Here, he had believed that things would be different. They had appeared that way, but in reality people would just always find someone they could pick on, and that person always happened to be Tybalt. He knew he was a waste of the space he took up. He tried his best to not show it. Tybalt was maybe young, but he had enough terrible words being fired his way that he had just started believing it, and now, he was desperate to pretend that he didn't believe them. He was getting pretty good at it. He knew he had made friends. He was sure that they were friends, he wasn't sure what made friends, but they felt like friends. They felt like people he might know and like for years to come. He didn't want them to know how Tybalt really felt about himself.

The girl, the Slytherin girl had made him feel that way, had brought back all the words, all the insults. Everything that just caused things to be a bit too much for the young boy to handle. He was after all just twelve, and he was pretty sensitive about things. He hadn't exactly had the greatest start in life. Colourblind from birth, working parents, his Archer grandparents looking after him and his siblings a lot of the time who hadn't always been the greatest people. His granda being the kind of man, who took discipline very seriously and had fairly old views about how to deal with it. Tybalt wasn't exactly very good at things unless he really tried, and he didn't always get things on the first go. Nothing really came easy to the young Gryffindor. He was just a boy, a young boy who read twice what he needed to, over and over. Tybalt was however, feeling pretty much like a tiny speck of dirt, that someone had tried to wash off. Make invisible, make disappear. He felt like he should. He felt like it would be better for everyone if he just very quietly disappeared. Tybalt didn't want that to happen. He liked Hogwarts, he liked the school a lot. He just didn't want the same thing to happen over. He didn't like being slapped across the face, for something that was quite possibly not his fault. He didn't like being yelled at, and talked down to. He was just so tired of people putting him down. He knew that it was fairly true. He knew that nothing could really be done about it. He felt the way people made him feel and he couldn't escape it. Tybalt took off his glasses as he closed the abandoned classroom door behind him. He walked to the corner of the room, The room was pretty dark, the blinds had been drawn there was a lack of light outside it was surely raining, or just cloudy. This just meant that to Tybalt the room was like complete darkness. For most people their eyes would adjust to the lack of light but, he couldn't do that so easily. But, it didn't matter the boy just sat in the corner. He brought his knees up to his chest and put his head onto his legs. His entire body shook as the tears streamed down his face. His cheek was still stinging. It was a small reminder of what had happened. A reminder that he wasn't a Gryffindor at all, that he was a small boy who was pretty much pathetic. Who got scared, and who ran away. Who couldn't fit back despite being a gryffindor, a guy and most likely older. But, really if anyone had really looked at Tybalt, he was small, smaller than most. He was yet to grow up, or even outwards. He was small in every way. Something that would eventually change, just not soon.

Tybalt didn't know what he looked like. He didn't know that he had very bright blue eyes. He had some of the brightest blue eyes out of a lot of people. He was unaware, that the eyes were part of the reason that he was being mistaken for someone a lot older than him. Tybalt didn't know that eventually he would grow up and everything would be okay. Well, better. Tybalt was now convinced that all he was good for was to be bullied by others. To help other get their social status as bully higher, he didn't really belong anywhere. He didn't belong in Gryffindor, after all what kind of Gryffindor sat in a dark room, and cried. Tybalt was almost always on the verge of tears. Bottling that up wasn't good. Time had taught him that he shouldn't be crying, but he couldn't stop it when people started picking on him. He couldn't stop it when he thought people were about to. The only thing he cried over was that, the fact he was bullied which lead to him thinking that he just would never be good enough. That was the point there, the young Gryffindor, didn't think that he was good enough, didn't think he was worthy of not being bullied. He truly did believe it was all he was good for.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana had been coming up the stairs to go back to the Common Room when she heard some shouting. She had just been getting to the first floor from the Ground Floor and had to look around on the first before realizing it had been on the second floor. Going up she noticed a girl standing there looking very pleased with herself and a small retreating figure farther down the corridor. She turned to a student nearby and asked what happened. That was when she learned from small Gryffindor boy with glasses had tripped over the Slytherin girl. She had instantly gotten angry with the boy and slapped him on the face. After slapping him the girl had said a few words in a tone that would make even the toughest man cry. All before taking the boy's glasses and laughing about them before putting them on his face. Indiana was astounded that someone could be so cruel. Thanking the person for the information she made her way back towards the stairs before remembering the figure that had been going the other way. Even from the back it was easy to tell the person felt defeated. She couldn't actually how big the person was from the distance but it seemed like the person was smaller. With her hand on the railing she wondered if that was in fact the Gryffindor boy.

Moving from the stairs she began to move back towards the place she had seen the figure heading. Glancing into the first few rooms she passed she realized none of these ever seemed to get used. And there were a lot of closed doors along the hallway. She had half made up her mind to go back to the Common Room. Tybalt. The name passed through her head and she took off down the hall running down the hall. She was a a quiet running and she stopped at the doors and opened each looking around for her friend. Suddenly she stopped and heard quiet sobs coming from the door she was about it open. Without and seeing the person inside she could tell it was her friend. Her first Gryffindor friend. He wasn't her first friend in her year at the school. But in their first meeting she had really gotten the chance to know him more than she had her first friend. Her heart ached listening to him crying. Opening the door slowly not to scare him she peered into the darkness. "Tybalt?" Her voice questioned softly. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. She could hear the taps of rain starting to fall on the windows and the girl looked at the streaks of rain falling down the windows for a moment. But then she remembered it wasn't time to watch it rain. Her friend needed her and she was glad she had come looking for him. She spotted him on the ground in a very similar position that she had been sitting on the couch. Legs up to his chest and head on his legs. She half ran over to him and fell down to her knees next to him. Placing a hand on his knee she looked down at the boy. This wasn't Tybalt, this wasn't how he was suppose to be. He was going to be a great Gryffindor one day she knew it. And Gryffindors wouldn't sit in a dark room crying. But then she realized how many times she felt like doing the same thing when kids at home bullied her. How many times she hid away and never had anyone to hold her like she really had needed. Instantly she scooted closer and wrapped her arms gently around his frame. Being small herself she wasn't quite able to reach all the way around his curled up body. But any hug was better then no hug. "Tybalt." The girl said his name once again while rubbing her hand that was on his back up and down. It reminded her of the times Georgiana or Kayden had been there to comfort her after she had nightmares as a child. The darkness of the room, the tears, and the fear. There they were two small Gryffindor tucked away into a small corner of the ginormous castle. To the rest of the school they didn't even exist to far off the beaten trail to be seen.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The act of crying was one that could be perceived as either strong or weak. In the Archer family it was a weakness, crying was what showed weakness. But, oddly enough one thing his family did a lot of was crying. He cried a lot, things scared him, worried him, and tears would spill over. Every so often, his mama would be reminded of something, and she would start crying, whenever his da and his granda argued, it would end in his da crying a little bit. He was always left with the notion that crying was weak, and so it made him a weak person since he couldn't always keep it in. He couldn't always not just break down. The girl had been a sharp reminder that while he was miles from his real home, miles from his last school, kids didn't change. There would always be some that would be out to make his life a hellish little thing. When ever he'd broken down in school, it had been the catalyst for so much more. There were times when they did kick him so hard, that tears were his way of dealing with the sudden and large rush of pain that would erupt within him. This would lead in kicked coming down from all sides. It was the simple fact, and unless he could avoid it, Tybalt didn't cry in school. He avoid it. He kept him inside him. He kept his head down and just fought with himself until he got home. He would lock the door behind him, and just cry in the corner of the room. It was the fact of the matter, that when things got too much for the young boy, he didn't know how else to feel. He didn't know what else to do. The emotions did no good bottled inside of him. He had found that out. It wasn't a good thing. It always lead to him feeling ten times worse than he already generally did. Ten times smaller than he already felt. It did nothing to him. Now, he hadn't expected this to happen. He had truly hoped that this part of his life was actually over, but it clearly wasn't. He was sitting alone, crying in a dark room. Silently wishing that he could just disappear, so that it would stop. This was not the kind of time that Tybalt was in his real right mind. He was just being emotional. He was getting it out. The walls of security would have to be reinstated if he wanted to protect himself from the girl, and all others who would rather do him harm that be his friends. He would much rather have more friends. Be more trusting of friends, but the boy didn't have much of a choice. The school, and the girl he had just met had changed that, his safety net of a perfect school had been ripped from underneath him, and he had to build himself steady ground. It wasn't what he'd thought Hogwarts would be like.

Sitting in the dark room he heard the door open and someone said his name. In that moment he felt about 3 again. The first time he'd ever felt the harsh hand of discipline. The first time that he'd realised that his granda wasn't the perfect man who treated everyone well. It had been a night of his first black eye, and boy had it hurt. Tybalt couldn't remember now what he'd even done to deserve it. It had just happened. That was the end of it. Tybalt had run away, well he'd run to the lake the house was close to. It had been a dark day, thunder and lightening had been predicted, but Tybalt had just run. His brother had chased after him. He had sat with him. Given him his jumper and put his arm around his shoulders. This day felt like that one had. The realisation that all was not perfect. That his life was just like all other Archer's, one disaster after the other. One bit of bad luck followed by another. Everything was always like that. He would always be feeling like this. Tybalt didn't look up. It wouldn't have made much difference in his mind he was three again and the person come to comfort him was his brother. The one person who'd always stayed with him, Tybalt's thoughts of his brother seemed to make more tears fall. He was feeling the cold of that day, the rain sounded similar. The pain felt the same. Then a hand was placed on his knee. Once again he didn't look up. The person put his arms around Tybalt, and this time he looked up. "Mason?" The boy said without thinking. His bright blue eyes, looked to the person and stared for a few seconds before the person said his name and he realised who it was. It wasn't Mason, as his mind had thought. Through his blurry eye sight, he was able to make out the girl who he would call his friend. He felt his heart drop. This wasn't meant to be how they would meet again. This wasn't meant to be how things went. Tybalt felt more tears slide down his cheeks. God, this was turning into the worse day ever. He was however thankful for her comforting arm, his eyes still dropped to the floor. Even though he didn't know it, his cheeks flushed a deep red colour. "I'm sorry, This." He stopped, just placing his face on to his knees again. He had nothing else to say. "I'm okay." his voice was shaking, the boy was really anything but okay. The boy lied, looking up at Indiana. He knew that lying to her was bad, but he didn't want her to know the real reason. He was meant to be a strong Gryffindor, he couldn't exactly hide the tears streaming down his face. He just needed a moment. The boy wiped his eyes with his jumper sleeve. His tears weren't falling as much. He was desperate for them to just stop, to go along with the lie he was trying to tell her.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana had been bullied many times in her life. Most of the time it had been verbal insults thrown her way and she'd be able to walk away from it. It always did bother her though, and she was glad to finally be somewhere she was sure to fit in. She could even hide the fact she was Native American. It wasn't that she was exactly embarrassed to be from that culture. Actually she really enjoyed it, the social dances the story telling. It was all very cool and she lived in a great community. It was just the fact that she while she may be half Native American and it was through her mother's side. Which considering that it was a Matriarchical society it was very important that she was an Indian through her mother. But the young girl did not even look it. There was nothing Native American about her. She looked very european. That was the worst part about herself. The other kids would always tease her, but most of the time she managed not to show that it bothered her. But hearing that the girl had actually slapped Tybalt she understood why he'd cry. She was slightly surprised when he asked if it was Mason. She didn't know what to say to Tybalt so instead she just hugged him tighter. It was obvious that this Mason person would've been the person there to comfort him in his time of need. Indiana didn't mind his tears. She understood them, it seemed that even here bullies were the same. The girl had no right in being upset with Tybalt, it wasn't like he had purposely tripped her. The young Gryffindor was completely sure that Tybalt hadn't tripped the Slytherin on purpose.

Once Tybalt saw her she figured she didn't need to tell him who it was. It was clear to her that she wasn't who he had wanted but knew who she was. It was clear to her that he was still upset when he began to speak to her and then she realized that maybe he didn't want her to see him like this. After all when they first met each other in the Common Room he had played off some girl falling on his legs like it had been nothing. Though she had seen the pain on his face then too. That time she felt like it was only right to agree with him even though it upset her that he was more worried about the girl who landed on him than himself. The thought of that day made her pull back from her hug. Then looking at him closely as he told her he was okay she knew it wasn't so. She felt betrayed just like she had when he first lied to her. It fet like a crushing weight just landed on her, okay maybe not that dramatic but for an eleven year old who knew her friend was being a lier it felt like that to her. He was looking at her and she was sure that the pain of being lied to was on her face. She looked away from him at that moment to compose herself. "You've got a bruise on your face," she said matter of factly. Indiana stared at the wall, he was crying, he had a nasty bruise forming on his cheek. He was anything but okay. But if he wanted to pretend that he was in front of her then she'd let him. Indiana couldn't stop him but she also wouldn't be able to stop her brain from changing the way she sees him. She got the shivers throughout her body as a sad wave passed through her. She actually did really like Tybalt. He was the best Gryffindor she had met so far. She couldn't deny that they had a strange first meeting. Since then she got to know a Scottish lad who tried to draw and a girl who was amazing at drawing. She met a Hufflepuff boy with nice long hair. Got to meet a Ravenclaw who has been all over the world. But out of all the people she had met she found she liked Tybalt the best. He was different and so was she. Even though he may not know it, they were very similar and Indiana really liked the boy. But lying something that always broke her down.

Lying to a person meant you didn't trust them or didn't want to let them in. The girl was young and she didn't fully understand feeling like anger but she felt it when he lied. But she felt more hurt about it. Indiana felt like saying something about seeing her sister and leaving during that moment. But she knew his eyes were on her and she wasn't the type of person to leave when a friend was hurt even if they refused to admit it. "I heard what happened Tybalt," she said finally looking at him in the eyes. She knew she couldn't avoid hiding her emotions but she hoped that with the darkness of the room he couldn't really see her. She didn't actually know how it was for him to be colorblind. She didn't know that in light he had a hard time seeing and that darkness almost seemed like completely black pitchness to him. The girl knew nothing besides some basics about him. He wiped the tears from his face while she was watching him. At least he is trying to be brave, she thought to herself. She knew how it was to be bullied, she knew it was hard to stand up for yourself. Tybalt should've gotten away from the Slytherin girl long before she managed to slap him. But that was also hard and could bring more pain later on.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

Being put down was never easy. Being talked down to was never easy. He knew that. It felt like each time it happened that the people around him, just didn't care about him. Just didn't care that he wasn't happy, that the words hurt as much as the punches that followed. He wasn't exactly the best at keeping himself from being hurt by the words. The young boy had always felt the push of people who wanted him to feel awful about himself. To hate what he saw, and they had done their job. On a scale, Tybalt though he was as good and as useful as a speck of dust. He thought that the air he was breathing wasn't worth what it took. That someone else could have his air. He was the kind of person who hadn't always thought like that. When he'd been five, when he had first tried to get friends, and live his life things had been going better. But times changed, The boy had removed himself from a lot of situations. Which had in turn lead to people treating him horribly, and him feeling horribly. The young gryffindor wasn't exactly feel like he would be okay. He didn't think that saying the word Mason to a girl who didn't understand it was a smart thing. He should've thought before he said anything. Reminded himself that it had been more than five years. It had been more than that. He had lost his brother. A person he would never get back, and yet the moment anyone comforted him, he spilled his name. Tybalt knew it was mostly because his brother had been the last person to comfort him. It was a pretty sad fact considering that had been almost six years before. Tybalt had long since thought he'd moved on, but in reality some things it was more difficult to move on from. The young Gryffindor had always found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ever get his mind to just accept it. Accept that it was his own fault and just let him keep going with his life. Tybalt didn't know what else he could think about it. There was no changing how he felt about it. And no matter how hard he tried to keep him out of his mind, it wasn't possible. It just wasn't. How could a person lose someone so important to them and be okay. Tybalt was a young boy, he was colour-blind and he was stuck in a school that had once again proven to him that people were horrible. Sure, he was damn thankful for Indiana. In fact he was almost more thankful that she was there, and no someone he didn't know. Or even the image of his brother. The girl had been nothing but nice to him. She had shown to care about him. And he knew that he'd probably made a mistake by lying to her. How could he not though, he wanted so badly to belong in Gryffindor, he was willing to pretend even then, that he was okay.

Tybalt reached up to his face, and felt for the bruise. It didn't him long to find. Though it was also no surprise, he had expected the bruise. His skin bruised pretty easily. Which was the bigger curse when it came to the fact that he had been suffering at the hands of bullies for years. There had been a hope within the boy that over time, he would bruise a lot less easily, but it was hard to tell, the punches thrown had become worse over time. He looked down at his hands, tears still streaming down his face. He wanted them to stop. He wanted his tears to stop. He wanted to just be okay. He didn't want to feel so awful. Some Slytherin girl had just sent him spiraling. He was back at the square one. He hadn't cried over things in a long while but being Hogwarts had brought so many feelings back to him. He had never spent so much time without his family. Or without at least one family member. There was always an Archer to make sure his emotions were in check. In Hogwarts he was the only Archer, well, he was now. The other boy that people thought he'd looked like was no longer at the school. So, he was the other Archer. He knew he'd done wrong by lying, it seemed a little too late to take it back now. "It'll fade." Tybalt removed his hand from his face, and felt more, fresh tears begin. He looked down at his feet, unable to meet the eyes. Tybalt did not want to continue lying about this. It was pointless, he was crying, he was shaking, it was so obvious that he wasn't okay. He got the impression that lying wasn't a good thing when it came to Indiana. What she said next, made Tybalt fall, if possible, more silent than before. He wasn't making the slightest sound, the tears continued to fall, but he couldn't say anything. She'd heard. It made him feel worse, about lying and about not being to fight back, or at least run. He couldn't imagine what she would think of him now. He wanted to stay in Gryffindor, he didn't want to get thrown out because he hadn't been brave enough. Things had happened, and things had escalated quickly. He wasn't good at acting quickly, or fighting back. He froze up, time had taught him that would be better than just running. If he ran, he'd be running a marathon, not a sprint. "Oh," Tybalt broke the silence. He looked up at the girl, and attempted to smile apologetically, as if a sorry I lied, and a I'm sorry I'm so pathetic. Tybalt took off his glasses and placed him in his pocket, it made little difference currently if he had them on or off. He rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. The tears were now, just as hard as before. He was desperately trying to stop them, "You've got me." The usual southern twang sounded as sad, and as tired as the boy felt.

"I'm not okay. But, I can handle it." His voice was not strong, it was shaking slightly. He couldn't keep it from doing that. "I'm sorry, I just" he stopped. Tybalt didn't know how to continue. I just didn't want you to think of me as pathetic and weak. I just didn't want you to see how truly unimportant my life was, and how easy of a targe I am. The thoughts and guess circled around in his head. "Thanks," He said. As he held the sleeve of his slightly oversized jumper at his eyes. Not glancing at Indiana. Trying his best, to steady his breathing, to stop the tears. He looked up and at her, the bright blue eyes showing nothing but gratitude. "I mean it, thanks" Tybalt had been about to say that no one ever helped a guy like him, but he stopped himself, thinking that it would be better, if he just didn't make her think anything less of him, because of what he believed about himself. The young colorblind boy felt bad enough as it was.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana hated the girl already who slapped Tybalt in the face. She wish she had come up the stairs sooner even if it had been to jump in front of him to take the slap herself. The girl was very protective of the friends she made and to see that something bad had happened to a friend made her upset. But she was also upset that Tybalt would lie to her when she was there to help. She knew he didn't know anything about her past experience with bullies. But she did know what he was feeling like. And if only she was an open enough person to tell him about her own bullies he'd see that he didn't need to lie. But her mouth froze shut as they sat there tears streamed down his face. His bright blue eyes shone in the light that was barely coming through the windows. She looked up at the windows as he touched his bruise and acted like it was nothing. This was the same as it had been with the girl in the common room. And once again she felt like she needed to shake it in him that he was important and it did matter whether or not the other person was also hurt. She didn't think he was weak but he was just to focus on another people when self preservation was the most important thing, or it should be for everyone. The girl was to young to realize that her own ideals had their faults and that she wasn't perfect. She knew she wasn't nearly perfect and she knew her sister wasn't. But Georgiana pushed herself through pain and made it out alright, and the youg girl admired her sister for it. Becoming the mother for a young baby and a twin brother who had been such a mommy's boy was sure to be hard for the older girl.

Indiana was looking at him when he answered her about knowing what had happened. He finally admitted she was right which made her feel better that he was telling her the truth. Yet he also knew that when they first met she had told him that she'd be upset if he had lied but told the truth down the line she'd be upset and it was the truth. Which meant she felt betrayal from the young boy's words. She hated lying she felt like it ruined trust between people. But they were young and it was just a thing about him. She figured over time he'd get over any faults that happened which made him seem like a weak person in front of her. Indiana would never look down at Tybalt, even when they first met there were so many things he said or did that made her admire him. Thinking on it, she knew his little sister was the luckiest girl to have such a brother like him. He was sweet, kind, and all the traits needed to be a Gryffindor. Crying in a dark room on a rainy changed none of that. Yet she couldn't even open her mouth to tell him everything she was thinking. She herself had issues with people like himself and now it seemed like he had to earn her trust again. She wasn't comfortable telling him everything about herself just to make him feel a little bit better. She felt like a terrible person knowing that. He said thanks, grateful for her being there trying to comfort him yet she wasn't even sure now if he meant it. She couldn't take his his eyes on her as her thoughts raced a thousand per second. Standing up she stood by his feet opening the blind part of the way. Leaning over she leaned on the window cill and watched the water travel down the window. It had always been one of her favorite pastimes on the rainy fall days after her siblings went back to school. She rubbed her eye as a tear fell down her cheek. "I've always thought Red was my favorite color, but I actually really like gray. It's the absense of all colors and yet also every color in one," she said softly into the air. The girl refused to say you're welcome to him because it seemed to her like common sense a friend would comfort a friend when they were hurt. Thanks weren't in order, just the return of the comfort later down the road.

Indiana August Night knew it was wrong to bring up color in front of him but she figured it was best for a subject change. Plus she just admitted that the only color he could actually see was her favorite. She wasn't a girly girl and she loved to be outside in the dirt and mud. But there was something nice about rainy days that let a person be mellow and have that moment to themself. She glanced at Tybalt it was easier to see the bruise now that there was a little more light in their tiny corner of the castle. It wasn't going to look nice tomorrow and she was sure it wouldn't feel so great either. Then she wondered he had bruises on his legs from when the girl had landed on him. Instead of questioning him she reached up her arm shifted her balance to the one elbow and followed a raindrop as it went down the window in front of her. The gray sky was crying down outside and if she could see Tybalt through his eyes he'd actually look pretty much the same. A gray blob that was letting water fall to the ground. Indiana once had the fantasy that whenever it was rainy and became night time that it was the man in the moon crying. She wasn't Christian because she was Native American so she never believed it when people said it was God shedding his tears because he was sad how the world was turning out to be. The girl wondered if Tybalt was Christian. His accent made him certainly from the South and she knew that people were more religous down there then in the North. But she figured most Wizards weren't religous other than to use a church for a wedding. ​

 

[Tybalt Archer]

There was a part of the Gryffindor that believed that he shouldn't ever lie. That nothing good could come of doing something like that. Nothing good could come of lying throw his teeth instead of just being honest. There was just the matter that he wasn't very good at always being honest. Years of stretching the truth, and just not being very honest about things that hurt him were ingrained in him. He knew that this would be not what he needed in New Zealand, but it was what he had been brought up to learn. It had been exactly what he had learned. It had been what his grandparents had forced him to know all about. To be better at pretending he was okay, than actually being okay. His granda had always been the guy to tell him what his weaknesses were, and the thing that always came up was that he wasn't lying in the right areas. That he always had to lie about whether or not he was okay. If he no longer had an arm, that was when he could be allowed to not have to lie, but if he could hide it, he'd been taught to hide it. He had been taught that his pain meant nothing and that it annoyed people. All in all, it was just the little things that people had repeated to the young colour-blind gryffindor so much that he now believed it so much more than he believed he should, but it was there, and it was proving hard to get rid of. It was proving difficult because he was sure that no matter how hard he tried that in a situation like the one that had just happened, he'd come second. The person who he was sure had been hurt because of him, but it had been their fault would be seen to before him. Tybalt didn't realise it yet, but there was little he wasn't willing to do for people, even those he didn't class as his friends. He would be willing to put things on the line, to put his own life close to the line for the sake of his friends. For the sake of those he cared about. Tybalt had always had a thought that if he could've swapped with his brother, he would. In a heartbeat. Something always told him that everyone had always preferred his brother to him. Tybalt looked at Indiana as she removed her arm from around him. He couldn't see her very well, as she stepped out his direct eye line. Well, that and beside him she was close enough so he could see her, without the glasses. The tears had just made it hard. But, they were slowly subsiding. He was wiping his eyes just as often. But at least most of the tears that had been falling had stopped. The few stray ones were only sliding down his face. He was watching her, as she moved to the window. She didn't look happy, from what he could tell, and this made him feel awful.

Looking out of the window to the outside, the boy found his eyes following the small amounts of raindrops that he could make out. It wasn't like he was trying too hard, there were still tears in his eyes. He couldn't entire make her out. It was hard to know what exactly she was staring at. He looked to her, as she spoke. Tybalt had never even considered having a favourite colour. He couldn't really have one. Could he? He didn't know what any of the colours were. He didn't understand what they meant, or what value they really had. He was just trying to figure out why she was saying that. Tybalt wondered what it would be like to just see colours. For it to be normal, not abnormal. If he was to wake up in the morning and suddenly see colour, that was a hint to worry, it would panic him. Because he wouldn't know what was going on. Suddenly everything wouldn't be in the colours he had become accustom to. It was odd to think that for him, seeing colours was odded than not seeing them. He was the reverse of most people in this respect. But, it was the simple matter of either you learned to live with it, or you fought against it. He knew how to live with it. He knew how to deal with it. He knew how to act when someone brought up colour. Tybalt wondered if it was something he could say anything back to. Anything he could have a reply for. He knew that it would be hard to find the right words to describe how he felt about colour. There weren't many he could use. He smiled weakly as she looked back round to him. Then, his eyes fell to the floor. He wiped his eyes a final time, and pushed himself up off the floor. He used the wall to support himself as he stood up. Letting his legs get readjusted to standing, and letting himself just get used to the feeling of calm that was slowly coming over him. He was feeling a lot better. The young boy walked the few steps to the window. Without his glasses, the outdoors was very much out of focus, but the light was just enough that it was easy to see. That he could at least make out the shapes. "I've always liked the idea of the colour blue. I know that it's the colour of the sky when it's not raining, and the colour of the oceans when it reflects the sky, when there is no rain." Tybalt said looked out the window. Not meeting the girls eyes, just staring out. His own reflection in the window something he could see now. The bruise on his cheek, slightly clearer to him in his own reflection. He looked to Indiana briefly, then back out at the rain outside. He didn't really know what colour was. It was the weirdest thing for other people he found. Since he didn't know what blue actually meant, what it actually looked like, it was just a word to him.

"Grey is good. It's how I see things. My mama figured that out. The way the colour-blindness works is that, I can see things in black and white, but there is grey. I like grey." Tybalt looked at Indiana. He did like the colour grey. Tybalt watched the rain drops fall, his eyes glanced up to the sky. He had always been reminded that on a day like this, on a day when he thought nothing was going his way, that his brother would've supported him. Would've helped him out. If he was with them. Tybalt always felt his brother with him, no matter where he went, but for once he was actually glad of the other company. A part of him wanted to just forget his brother, forget the dream which had lead him to predicting that this would indeed be a terrible day.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana didn't know why he was hiding the fact that he was upset. Her father had always told her that it was a man's job to be sad sometimes and that it was okay at times. Like when mom left him she knew he had been sad. And every year on the day they were married he gets sad. It really didn't bother her that Tybalt was crying or that he ever did. In fact it bothered her that he wanted to hide it from her. But then again it wasn't an odd thing she figured. Boys were taught to be tough and girls were the weak ones. But in this case it seemed like Indiana was the tougher one, and it wasn't something she enjoyed. She was good at staying calm in front of other people, but if this had been reversed then she would've yelled him at to leave her alone. She was glad Tybalt actually let her stay while he was sad, she herself needed to learn to be more open with other people. Glancing at him when he got up and explained how he felt about colors. The thought of blue made her smile. It wasn't that different than gray. When she was younger she had always thought that gray and blue were the same just different shades really.

Indiana had never told him that they shared the same eye color, blue. She had thought about it before however. She was looking at him as he looked out the window explaining how he thought blue would be a nice color. She wished he could see the color, it made her sad that he'd most likely never be able to see blue. It was a pretty color and so many things in nature were blue. She loved blue wild flowers, though they tended to be more on the purple side. Watching him look at her then away she wondered what the outside world exactly looked like to him. Even though it was cloudy she could still make out the green of the grass and trees out on the lake. The Lake seemed to be a very dark color with the gray clouds being reflecting in the waves.

Closing her eyes she tried to picture everything black and white, but she never had a good imagination and it didn't really work. Indiana wished she had a sweater to cover the goosebumps that were covering her skin. She never understood why she'd get them even at times when she wasn't even cold. Like after a really beautiful song she'd have goosebumps up and down her arms. But now she was more cold and figured that because the rooms here didn't get used they did bother heating them up as much. "Your eyes are blue, like mine. But your's are a better blue," she admitted to the boy. His eyes were like the sky back home during the summer on a nice day. Her own seemed more like the sea on an average day. Opening her eyes she looked over at him. His bruise stood out against his skin in the grayish light. Indiana was sorry that it was there. Sorry she couldn't have been there for him. ​

 

[Tybalt Archer]

It had never to Tybalt that people thought differently about emotion. He was the kind of guy who thought very little about what it meant to be emotional in front of people whom he didn't know and who didn't know him. A new friend was someone he didn't cry in front of. He thought it was silly that he already need someone. So early on in his magical career at the school. He was just the kind of guy who paid very little attention to himself. He cared about what people thought of him. He had cared for a very long time. It hadn't helped his confidence much. He believed what people thought about him, and no matter how hard he tried to not, he did. It was why he had so little confidence in himself. Why he thought of others first. Even if his mind told him that he was the most selfish kind of person who existed. He was sure this a prim example. As much as Indiana was his friend, he believed that she had better things to do with her day that be stuck in a room, with an upset Gryffindor who'd been yelled at by some Slytherin girl that he would now have to work hard to ignore. To avoid, though, this was a school, he didn't know how much of it he could avoid. He didn't know how much of it he wouldn't be able to go to so that she could roam freely. So that he wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. Well, he'd been hurt in several other times. But, this wasn't in the same way as she had hurt him. That had been different. The first girl, Delancey, had landed on him. Had fallen down on top of him, that hadn't been anyone's fault, and he'd felt worse for the girl. The second time was a missed high five and a half punch, half slap across the face. Tybalt had at the end felt worse for Indiana, she hadn't meant it. He was sure. He wanted to be sure, there were threads of doubt, but none the boy really wanted to think too much about. As he really did like her, she was his first friend. She was his bench mark for a new lease of life. He was just happy to count her as a somewhat friend. But, he wasn't used to friends. he didn't understand that being a friend meant it was okay to not be okay when around them. Tybalt kept his eyes outside. He kept his mind forward, the outdoors. The rain. He was trying to take his mind off the girl. She was a piece of work, Tybalt had come to establish that in his mind. He wouldn't be the first person she'd been mean to, he probably wouldn't be the last. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was certain that it wasn't actually his fault, but it didn't make him feel much better. In fact it actually made him feel worse in many respects.

Tybalt looked away from the window to the girl. They had the same colour eyes. His blue was better. Tybalt wasn't quite sure what the last bit meant. He didn't know what it meant to have a colour that was better than another. He was sure that naybe it just meant that it was nicer. That his blue was nicer than hers. He didn't know what to say to that. He couldn't exactly argue against it. He didn't know what colour her eyes were. He didn't know what he was meant to be seeing. He didn't know what she meant by the blue. He knew his eyes were blue, he'd been told that a lot. He'd been told that it was an Archer trait. He looked away from the girl and sighed slightly. His mama had always said that if it were not for age, both him and his brother would've looked almost completely identical. That they resembled more one another, than she'd seen in most. But, then again, she'd thought the same when she'd seen pictures of Tybalt's father and brothers as kids. Clearly colour-blindness wasn't the only gene that all the men had shared. Tybalt could see his relfection in the glass. All he could see were grey. He saw his eyes, but he didn't the blue. He was trying to imagine it, but he didn't know what blue could be, he didn't know anything about it. Blue was a word to him. It literally meant nothing to him. "It's a family thing. My mama says that all the Male Archers in my family have the same eyes." Tybalt answered, thinking that the only thing he could say about this was the fact that it was a family thing. "Like the colour-blindness" Tybalt didn't look away from the window. Instead his eyes stayed focused. They kept looking ahead. They kept staring a head of him. Through the glass and on to the outdoors. The rain was still spitting down hard. It resembled the way that he had been crying not moments before. He was feeling a lot better. Well, he had managed to get his mind off it. Now, it just lingered on the fact that he had a moment of weakness in front of the girl, what if this lead her to hitting him again. He didn't know. Tybalt looked round at her, and felt himself smile a little. He wasn't sure if he should go into it too much more, it wasn't really that necessary for him to do that, but he felt like she might be interested. That or a little more honesty about anything, to make up for his earlier lie. That and he had no problem with talking about as long as people didn't want to use it against it.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana looked at the bruise on his cheek and wondered if she'd have given him the same bruise if her hand had been even more off course for their hifive then it had been. Sure she landed her hand on his nose but that had been an accident. The girl that gave him the bruise had been on purpose. The rain outside their window was falling steadily now and she couldn't hear Tybalt crying anymore which she figured either the rain covered the sound or he stopped. Both options were okay with her. The last thing she wanted was someone else coming in the room on them. If the rain drained out the sound of them it would be for the best. Indiana knew she was the type to only want one shoulder to cry on at times. Once other people got involved they could turn it around on themshelves. Typically one person wouldn't do such a thing.

Once Indiana had faced him he seemed to look away. She didn't mind though, she could tell that he wanted to appear strong in front of her. But she knew how it felt to be bullied and it wasn't easy to be strong on the outside when everything seemed to fall apart inside. But she also figured better then to tell him that it was okay to cry. Suddenly she thought to explain her childhood thoughts on gray and blue but stopped forming the words in her mind when he spoke. It was odd for her to know that every time they talked he seemed to be sharing more with her while she shared less. Of course the first time they had met she pretty much told him everything about herself. Her background, her love for Quidditch. She hadn't told him she didn't have a mother. In fact the only person in the school who knew that was her own sister, Georgiana. It seemed almost to personal to share with anyone the way she had grown up. She was sure she had told him that she lived in two places but then remembered she told that to someone else. Or else it had been a dream that she told someone. She had been that odd child without a real mother and a father who was always busy with his buisness. Of course she had her mother's mother. But everyone believed the old women was a nutter. They only go to her for herbal medicene otherwise the old woman had been on her own. All of this plus the fact she looked like her father over her mother and her Native American heritage made it hard for the girl to ever make friends.

The young Gryffindor felt overwhelmed with saddness when he told her it was something he had been born with. If he came from a Magic family and yet all the males were still blind she figured there mustn't be a way to fix it. She knew it'd be crazy for him to ever she color or understand it, in that moment. Looking at him as he looked out the window she knew if the mean Slytherin girl ever found out it'd give her more information to bully him with. It wouldn't be a good thing at all. Just like with Preston being a muggleborn, Tybalt being colorblind was something she was detrimined not to share. She didn't need either of her friends to be bullied. Lifting herself from her bent position on the window cill she turned towards Tybalt. He was looking at her now with a smile on his face. She heard the honesty in his face when he spoke about his family and she was glad of it. The young Gryffindor boy seemed to not being crying anymore and he actually had a small smile on his face. It made her heart leap with joy that he wasn't so very sad anymore. Tybalt wasn't that far away from her so leaning over she wrapped her arms around his figure once again. This time without his legs against his chest it was actually easy for her to get her arms all the way around him. Even without him hugging her back at the moment she liked being close to Tybalt. He was so much more courageous then he even realised and it made her believe better days were to come. With her face was towards the window and her head on his shoulder, she figured out that she liked Tybalt. Even though she knew somethings which he did got on her nerve, she'd get use to them. The young girl without saying anything about it to the boy believed she had found her best friend in him. ​

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The concept of having a friend was still new to him, so having someone that he could consider his closest friend. A best friend was pretty foreign to him, he didn't have one. Not even his brother he could count as a best friend. He'd been his brother that had been his job, being his best friend was pretty hard, since when back in Georgia, his brother had, had his own friends. He'd been a pretty popular guy, despite being in almost the same situation as Tybalt. The differences between them were pretty substantial, since his brother had always been good with people, confident and courageous, and Tybalt believed that he was none of his things. He knew that if his brother was still around, that he would've been sorted straight into Gryffindor. No, questions, no pausing, just Gryffindor. Unlike with his. There would be little doubt, for Tybalt there was a lot of doubt. He didn't see himself as a Gryffindor. He saw himself as some kid who had been sorted into the wrong house. A very boring running joke between the professor to watch him crumble and fail at everything. Prove that he really was not a Gryffindor until being allowed to move to a house more suited with what he believed was his cowardice personality. Somewhere that would actually just require less from him. Hufflepuff, he was loyal enough, he was hard working enough, sure that would've been the better fit for him. Surely. However, he would stick to this, He was keep trying until he didn't have to try any more, until he had proved that he truly was worth of the title of Gryffindor. The girl beside him, who had been nothing but kind to him since they first met, bar the one incident of her hitting him in the face, was someone whom he knew belonged in Gryffindor. Who really truly, belong in the house for the bravest of the brave, and the noble hard workers. Tybalt wondered if she would always be his friend. He was sure that it would be hard, he knew that he wasn't the easiest to get along with, he knew that he annoyed people a lot. But, if this friendship was to last, he would be a lot happier. His life would be a lot better. He wasn't sure how friendship really worked, but he was really willing to give it the right amount of time that it could possibly need. He wondered what was going through her head, since he'd just told her that he had been colour-blind from birth. That it was something that had gone wrong somewhere in his blood line. It had yet to be taken out. Removed in the best manner that it could. But, time would only tell. He would never know. He looked over at her briefly, before glancing back at the window. How odd was it for a person to meet a colour-blind person. It was pretty rare. Most would never be able to claim it.

The girl put her arms around him, a hug, he was sure that this was a much better position for a hug. Without thinking too much about it, he put his arm around her. Not exactly giving a full hug back, but enough of one. He looked at her and smiled. This felt like it could very well be the start of a pretty great friendship. Something that didn't feel like work, something that came pretty easily to him. Something that made him think maybe things would be better this time around. She made him think a lot less about what had happened. He was wary of her still, just in case the hit had not been a one time thing, but he was really willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and just listen to what she had to say. To be her friend, and for her to be his. He could see after today the usefulness of having a good friend. He would always try to be there for her, in the same way that she had been for him just there. He didn't want to be constantly the one breaking down, though he figured he was probably a lot more emotional than she was, It didn't matter. It wouldn't matter, because they were friends. One thing his brother had always said was that friends were the family you chose, work hard enough and they could be more than that. More than a family who cared a lot. Tybalt was pretty happy, with his family. But the thought of being close to someone who he could talk to about his family, just seemed even better. "You're a good friend." Tybalt said, glancing briefly at her, and then back out at the rain. With the arm, that was not around her, he reached down into his pocket, and pulled out his glasses. Slipping them on to his face, everything became a lot clearer. He was smiling, he was feeling a lot better than he had before. He had a friend by his side, despite what had happened early, this all felt pretty good.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana isn't actually a hugable type of person. Being the youngest one would tend to think she's the little Princess. All cute and adorable. But in fact, Indiana August Night grew up in a situation which forced her to be a more mature person child. She isn't fully mature being that she's only eleven. Which was also part of the reason why she never had many friends. Other kids would see her and think that she believed she was above them or smarter. When Indiana never really thought that, she was just one to try to think things through before saying anything or doing anything. Other kids tended to go with the flow but not Indiana, unless it has to do with Quidditch. She'd be more than happy to tag along with anything Quidditch related and not against the good of man kind. But for her to hug Tybalt twice in one day really meant something. It meant she actually did like him and believed he liked her plus she wanted him to feel better. They did not really know much about each other but that is how wonderful friendships can form. They'll learn more about each other time they spent time with each other. Though it seemed to Indiana knew so much about him and yet he still knew nothing about her or how it seemed like she knew exactly how he felt today. Prehaps it was sort of her trust of other people that kept her from telling him everything about him. She didn't know what he would do with the information. Also it was partly wise for her not to tell him to keep it all on him as he was the one dealing with a Bully at the moment.

Watching the rain had always bee something she did alone on those days you just cuddle under a blanket and stare out the window. Of course her siblings were never there during the rainy parts of the year and having no friends meant she had to watch it alone. Jimbob had always liked the rain and sometimes would run to her Grandmother's house and get her to go out and do funny dances in the rain but that was a few years ago. She hadn't had a great friend like him since. The feeling of his arm wrapping around her made the young girl smile. Otherwise it would have been a very awkward hug on her part. He spoke and then she could hear the clinking of his glasses. She glanced up as he was putting them back on. It made her wonder if the only reason he took them off was because he had been crying or if it was also a way to shut out the rest of the world easier. "Only because you let me be," she answered him softly. She didn't really know how it was to be a good friend but she already thought of him as the best friend she had at the school. Which meant a lot do to their meetings weren't always the happiest based on the first and this second meeting.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The young boy had no idea what qualified a person to being a great friend. He had no idea that he would ever be able to call someone he considered a friend to being a great friend. He had no idea how to be a great friend. He had no idea how he was meant to function if he had no more than the small amount of people who only slightly cared about him. He had never had anyone help him against bullies until this point. His parents had tried but nothing they had managed to do helped in the slightest. If anything he was sure that it had actually made things a lot worse for him. Which would seem hard considering everything else. He didn't know how else to go about it. He was sure that the smart thing to do at this point was to just start really being her friend. But, he wasn't sure how. In his mind, a friend was someone he saw every so often and didn't feel the need to hit him. But, she was different. She was his friend, she had helped him. She was kind and didn't seem to want to hurt him, but had hit him. It was fairly confusing for the boy who'd never really had to deal with something like that before. He had just dealt with it in sense of never seeing the person again. She had seemed sorry. Which had made him smile. She had appeared to actually feel bad about it.Which made him feel better. That maybe, she was not actually interested in hurting him, and it really had been a one off. This would be the perfect example of how she wanted to be, but had yet to achieve that. He knew it would take time for him, but he was willing to wait. He had been alone, and hurt for so long that any person willing to take the time out of their day to give him a hand was someone worth talking to. Was someone worth being around. He just hadn't had the chance to yet. He was still learning how to even be a slight friend. He didn't really think that anyone cared about him enough to give him the time of day it required to be friends, and now hogwarts he had somewhat made friends. He had tried to make friends. He was somehow getting it right. It begged the question if he could make friends then all the people around him before were just out to get him. Weren't at all interested in what he had to say, or what he had to offer. This somehow felt worse than everything else that he had ever been through. People just hadn't tried. He had just been the boy that no one wanted to be friends with, and that appeared to be the bottom line. He wasn't really sure how he hadn't ever seen it before. It did nothing for his confidence. He just felt it float away. What was of course left of it.

Tybalt had never hugged anyone before. Well, bar family members. And even at that, he had hugged his sister, because she was young, but the girl was always the one who started it, and he half hugged his parents before he left. He definitely wasn't used to being in such close quarters with someone he had just met. But, it seemed like quite a natural thing to do. To have his arm around her, his first friend. He felt comfortable in a way that he didn't quite recognise. He knew that it was just a hug, but it was nice. It was definitely nice to think that someone cared enough about him to think a hug would be okay. It made a difference to how people normally held him. He hated that. He really did. He didn't like people who took a hold of him just to get better aim. The boy had always just wanted to cry when they did that. When the held on tight enough that he couldn't break free. He just felt like curling up and waiting for the storm to pass, this was nice. This was different. He almost could tell from this that she would never hurt him. Not intentionally. He just hoped he would never do the same. He didn't want to ever hurt his friend. He didn't want to see his friend hurt. Not in the slightest. She was an amazing person who didn't deserve that. He thought he did, and knew she didn't. The boy's bright blue eyes drifted down from the window and to the girl. She spoke softly, and he smiled slightly. He wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded like a very small compliment. "Well, thanks to you, I feel a lot better." Tybalt said, thinking in half the time it would normally take. "You want to go back up to the common room?"
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[Indiana Night]

The Young Gryffindor girl for the first time found herself wishing she had more friends to hug. Which wasn't something Indiana ever thought she'd be wishing for. She wondered if Preston would mind her hugging him, they had books in hand the first time they met so it would've been a very awkward hug. Plus the fact you don't really hug people when you first meet them, especially Indiana who hugged next to no one. She actually really liked Preston, he was a nice person and not a bad looking guy either. Though she still thought of herself as to young to really want or need a boyfriend. She knew a lot of kids started to date other people around her age, they were all in Middle School in sixth grade. It seemed like the time to start into relationships, but Indiana wasn't ready. Being put into the magic school and having to make friends was enough for her to worry about. Georgiana wouldn't let her date anyone while the older girl is still in the school anyways.

Indiana smiled at Tybalt's words. She never actually really knew a person who she had really helped, other than Preston. And the Slytherin had been more help for her than her to him. After all she had gotten them lost in the bookstore. But she actually managed to help Tybalt which made her happy. He seemed like a good person and she wanted him around for a long time because of it. Which meant hte young girl was going to do anything possible to keep him as a friend. And if sitting down and being a shoulder to cry on was what he needed, then she would be that for him. No complaints. "If you want to. It doesn't really matter to me," she said with a small smile on her face. Indiana pulled back a little from the hug waiting for his desicion.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

Tybalt was feeling great, well, he was still a little afraid of what else the odd girl might do to him, but he was feeling a lot better than he had been before. All thanks to one person. it was odd, he'd never been the kind of person who asked for help. he was a very lone wolf kind of guy, so he had never really had anyone to help him. His parents yes, but that was it. He looked over at the girl and smiled at her. She was so nice to him. He couldn't half understand why. If she had just seen what had happened then surely she just wanted nothing to do with him, than something to do with him. it was a somewhat odd thing in his mind that programmed how long it would take him before people always realised he was a loser that would amount to nothing and therefore people should not hang out with him. He didn't know why that was. He had no idea, but back at his last home that was exactly what had happened. It was a pretty odd thought. It was something that was pretty insane as far as things went. He didn't know how it would actually be possible. Since he was always trying to be sure to make things better for himself, and looking out for himself, would having a friend who actually wanted to help him make a difference. How could it actually change things. He had no idea. He really didn't know. It was fairly simple to him that he had to continue to with his life and push the Slytherin girl out of his mind. It would be hard. He didn't want to think about her, but she was always on his mind. A part of him knew that he would forever be thankful for Indiana and anything she had done for him, or would do for him. Since he was pretty much the same. He would do anything for her. Tybalt smiled at her. He squeezed her lightly into him as a thanks. More as a thanks.

What he knew was that for things for them at least to go back to how they were before. Where they were just two friends. Two friends who ere there for one another. he didn't still want to be in this room. It filled his mind with too many bad thoughts. Too many terrible thoughts about his own worth in this room. He felt better. He felt so much better, but he also was the kind of person who as soon as they felt better wanted to just get over it. And so he would definitely be doing it. His next idea was to go to the common room, sit by the fire, open a book and just let his vivid imagination take over. No more thoughts of the mean slytherin girl, whom he knew he would have to share a number of classes with. Nothing that he was sure he couldn't handle. "I think it's best. We can go to the common room, and just leave this behind." It was more for his sake. He wanted to leave it behind. More the memories that had flooded to him when he'd started crying. He was just glad Indiana hadn't brought it up again. Because she could've. "Although, this is a nice quite room, going back to the common room would be better." Tybalt removed his arm from around her, and just looked at her before taking a step away, waiting for her to follow him.
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[Indiana Night]

Indiana was glad that she got to have more time with Tybalt. Even though most of it he had been crying, she learned that she wasn't to different from the boy. It was nice to have a person with a similar background here at the school as a friend. At first she thought she was going to be the only American student in her year, yet there was Tybalt from the South. She hadn't ever actually heard a real deep Southern accent before, but she did live most of her life on the Res. They spoke a lot of Seneca Tribal language so that was a reason why she didn't really hear many accents before. It was strange to the young girl meeting all these other witches and wizards from all over the world. It was almost overwhelming with all the people she had made friends with. It was nice for her to actually have Tybalt to take her away from everyone else. Indiana was pretty sure she'd come back to this room, this small corner of the school to get away from others.

It obvious to her that Tybalt just wanted to forget everything. Forget the mean Slytherin, forget the crying. But she hoped he wouldn't forget about her being there for him as well. She actually knew that she would try her hardest to be there for him whenever needed. And it wasn't like she thought he'd do the same it was more she actually wanted to hold onto her first Gryffindor friend. "Sure. I have some homework to finish up before class tomorrow," she told him knowing better then to bring anything that just happened to him up. Indiana wasn't the type to hold something over a person for days on end. If Tybalt wanted to forget about anything she'd let him and go along with it. The young girl knew how it was to be bullied by others, never anything fun. She let her arms fall to her side as he took his arm back. They had a nice moment but he was right it was time to get away from the saddness and go somewhere warmer and more exciting. "Hold on," she said as the boy began to step towards the door. She pulled her long sleeve down over her hand and reached over and wiped a few stray tears running down her friends face. Smiling she looked over him. "There, that is a lot better," she said before heading off to the door.