As wisdom says~

[Fayt Aurelious]

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Fayt rolled over onto his side, frowning as sleep once again eluded him. There had to be a better way to spend his nights than lying awake, Fayt just wasn't sure what it might be. And for the moment, he was stuck. There were too many thoughts whirring through his mind, and too many worries weighing on his heart. He needed to sleep, and yet couldn't. It was a cruel and heartless cycle, and he detested it. But there was only so much he could do to stop the buzzing that filled his brain. Unwanted memories were rising up, unbidden to the forefront of his mind, and he couldn't stop the tide of emotion that washed over him suddenly. His bed was suddenly a vast sea, trying to drown him in sorrow. And with a sudden pang, he realized he wanted it to. He wanted to let go and sink back into the fear, the anguish that filled his past. He was so tired of fighting, of struggling to keep his head above the water. Sometimes he wished he could just drown. He was a truly selfish child if he believed his problems would be fixed that way.

Child. That word gave him grief no matter who used it or how. Because it was true, Fayt was still just a boy. A boy with a mantle of responsibilities, but a boy none the less. A boy who couldn't cry, because that was for the weak. A boy who had to hide his fears, because people would doubt him if they knew they existed...A boy who had to keep everything in his self because there was no one else who would listen.

With a soft huff, Fayt rolled over. Pity was for fools, and he didn't fall into that category. Fayt Aurelious, he is regarded by some as cruel and cold. They don't see the fragile and delicate soul that has been ripped to shreds, only the pieces remain, and no one can see. Especially not his sister. He lives for her sake, because he knows she'll be alright. She doesn't need to see. She needs not to understand.

Wishing to no longer waste his time lying on his bed and doing nothing, Fayt crawled out of his bed. Forget the rules or what, he's going to go out and find something to do to finally catch the sleep that often eludes him.Turning on his heel, he strode out of the room and past their bathroom. Emerging out in the main hall of the boys' dormitories, Fayt followed the confusing labyrinth of cold stone corridors until he saw the torches that lit up the common room ahead. A handful of fifth years were at the armchairs by the immense fireplace. Giving them a cursory glance, Fayt passed by and continued to the door. By this time, he had nearly reached the end of the trek through another labyrinth of corridors that all Slytherins knew well. The staircase up to the Entrance Hall was only one turn away, and he walked a little faster.

The hall was empty, something that he had already expected as it was still quite dark. It would still be hours before the sun rises from the horizon smiling and warming up everything around it. On the corner, there was a window ledge, a perfect place to view the scenery outside. He watched as the snow falls. With one palm against the cold windowpane, Fayt breathes onto the glass. Where his breath falls the window fogs up, tiny droplets of water condensing. Outside, a thin layer of ice covers the glass, tendrils stretching and turning, creating intricate patterns of ice. As the winter ices over the window, it also freezes his heart. He hates winter and he hates the cold. He stayed there, staying at the monochrome world outside the window. Everything was still, silent that he could even hear his own heartbeat pulsing through his veins. A sigh of annoyance had escaped him as he felt chill all over his body. Sliding down the floor, he went into a sitting position, back against the wall and knees hugged closer to his chest. It was on times like this that he wishes that he have his sister by his side, have her uncontained bright aura engulfed his senses. She was his escape. Feeling his shoulders getting a little numb from the cold, he slowly closed his eyes, hoping that finally, sleep would come and say hello to him.​

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Out of Character:

sorry for the length, I got carried away..

 

[Drew Hanson]

Drew Handler had always been, a quiet boy, never one to hop around for the fun of it, never one to scream out his opinion when he wanted to, never one to run around and act in a crazy way. He was too delicate and shy for such behaviour. Unlike his fellow male Hufflepuffs. He sat on his bed, silent as a mouse as the boys jumped around, smiling, laughing and generally having a great time, but Drew wasn't, he was quite scared in all honesty. His roommates were so loud and ostentatious, they were full of energy and life, not that Drew was against people being happy, not at all, he was quite happy to be around happy people. But when he wanted to sleep, he wanted to sleep, he didn't want four boys jumping around the room in their PJ's, acting like they had a silence charm on them. He sighed and did what he usually did, removed himself from the situation. He changed into clothes that were more suitable for walking around with, than his stripy PJ's and black slippers.

He walked out of the Hufflepuff boys dorm and into the Hufflepuff common room, so much yellow... if Drew had to pick his least favourite colour, it was be yellow, even though his favourite colour was rainbow, and yellow was part of the rainbow, it didn't mean that he liked yellow singularly, in fact, it make his stomach turn slightly. Mainly because his brother, Alexander, had never been a fan of yellow, in fact, it made him sick, to the point of nearly throwing up. So since Drew had grown up with that influence, yellow was a personal pet pev of his. So when he left the Common room, he sighed slightly and desended down the stairs.

Drew hopped down the stairs quickly, outside of the castle was chilly, to the point of snow. Drew never really liked snow, it was cold and was never fun to play in. He would always end up having a cold or his hands would be so cold that they would be red raw from building multiple snowmen and snowomen. He much perferred to play at the beach and build sandmen and sandwomen. But he was still going to go outside, he wanted to get some fresh air, he wanted to stetch his pale limbs in the snow, sometimes it just felt right to jump in the snow, even if he was more of a corner sitter, right now, he felt like sitting in the cold and relaxing himself. But as he reached the Entrance Hall, he stopped and tilted his head curiously, against a wall, curled up, was a familiar person. It was interesting as he could not completely remember the boy, it had been several years. But memories came flooding in and the pacifest nodded, he had indeed met the boy, years ago, but the encounter was one that remained in his mind as it was an important day for him.

Drew walked slowly up to the boy and quietly sat beside him, shivering slightly as his warm back touched the cold wall. He turned his head towards the boy, who's eyes were closed, he was not sure if the boy knew of his presence, as he had been very quiet. "Fayt?" He asked, hoping that his memory, that had been very sharp his whole life, was still working properly for him. He was quite sure that the boys name was Fayt, it was a curious name that sparked Drew's curiousity when they first met. "Are you okay?" He asked soothingly, tapping the boys arm softly.

Out of Character:

Don't worry about it, the bigger the post, the more into an RP we can get

 

[Fayt Aurelious]

In his dreams, Fayt found himself in the middle of a vast meadow. The feeling was warm, and from afar, he could see his sister, twirling in circles, arms extended on her sides as if she was flying. Her laughter sounds like bells ringing in his ears. And though it was weird, in the dream of his, Fayt's lips tugged into a small smile, a smile so small that no one would have even noticed it. He took some steps, soundless voice calling out to his sister, his sister who looked into his direction and smiled. Waving to him and gesturing for him to come close, which he did follow. As went near her, he saw the silhouettes of two other persons, a man, and a woman. Try as he might, these persons remained faceless, which scared him a bit. They were having fun, Gabrylle, and these two unknown individuals. Little by little, they turned to him, and little by little, their face were becoming clear. They were saying something to him, though, no matter how much he tried, their words didn't reach his ears. He tried to reach out, tried to step closer, but as he did so, it seems like the gap between them was becoming wider and wider, and soon, the dream turned into none. Black covering his whole sight before he heard someone calling out his name. It was a voice that sounds familiar yet foreign too. He wouldn't have to open his eyes, he had the option not to, but as he felt a hand tap him softly, his eyes snapped open. He has, after all, this aversion from any unnecessary physical contact. "Don't touch me." He said, albeit a little too coldly even if his eyesight was still a little blurry from just waking up.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes a few times before he turned on his heel and started to leave. The dream bothered him, and because of it, he was sure to have a series of sleepless nights once more. This thing annoys him even more. Not having enough sleep is already taking its toll in him. He's already having this weird dreams that he's not supposed to have. And worst of all, he cannot tell his sister about it. She needs not to worry for him. She needs not to know anything. He was about a few steps away from his previous position when realization caught up to him. There was someone there who had called out his name, and that said someone had also been the one to dare and touch him. Turning around, he looked at the said someone, only to see with a not so familiar face. "Who are you?" He had this gut feeling that he had already seen this boy, or probably, had been able to talk to him. He might have bumped into him along the halls, shared the same class with him, or saw him in the library, there's infinite possibilities, but at the moment, his memory is failing him in recalling the said meeting.

He turned around once more, not really bothering to wait for his answer. He didn't particularly care about his name anyways, after all, despite them studying under the same roof, or castle in that matter, it's not like they should know each other, right? However though, as he was just about to let go of the matter already, a flashback of memories had occurred to him, making him remember the meeting that he had with the said guy. So for the second time that night, he turned to look back at the person once more. "You're that Drew person.." It was more like a statement than a question actually. He remembered the guy to be the pacifist that he had met a few years ago, the guy whose opinions differ greatly from his, the guy whose ideas he greatly opposed.​

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[Drew Hanson]

Drew jumped slightly when Fayt's eyes snapped open all of a sudeen, and when he spspoke, his voice was so cold, it sent another chill down his spine, one that was not caused by the cool wall that he leant on. He knew that Fayt did not like physical contact, that had been made apparent when they first met, though it had slipped his mind, until he saw his reaction, than it all came flflooding back to him. ''I'm sorry, it's just that you seemed a little out of it.'' He explained. Fayt had seemed like he was in la-la land and Drew wasn't sure if that wwas healthy or not, it was not alalways ggood to day dream, and Fayt didn't seem like the sort of guy to go aaround daydreaming all the time, he seemed quite serious and arrogant, two personality traits that Drew thought would repel daydreaming of any sort, though he knew that there had to be more to Fayt's personality than those two traits, it didn't appear so, not yet anyway. When Fayt suddenly stood up and started wwalking away, it would be an understatement to say that Drew was confused, but he let him go, what was he going to do? Pull him back and demand that he stay fir absolutely no reason at all? That wasn't part of his personality, he thought it better to just sit silently and watch as the events unfolded before him, he observed Fayt carefully with his soul-piercing blue eyes and nodded slightly aas Fayt turned on his heel and looked back at him. His sentence was a simple one, Drew had expected iit, sort of, he wasn't sure if Fayt's memory was as good as his obviously it wasn't, as he seemed to not hav he was going to anwer, but just as he opened his mouth, Fayt went to leave once again, Drew shook his head as he silently watched Fayt choose whether he was to stay, or leave, he wasn't going to waste his breath on someone that was going to leave.

Once again, for a second timee that night, Fayt turned to face him and spoke his name, he now seemed to have a partically direct idea as to who he was, though he may have just forgotten Drew's name, it was simple enough. He nodded and smiled slightly. He was nnot sure how much Fayt remembered, so he was going to start back from square one, as he himself was not entirely sure of everything that had happened that day. " Yes, I'm Drew, we met at a park, a few years ago.'' He explained, he couldn't remember how they started talking, well, sort of arguing about life, like old men would have, even though they were only ten years old, or around about that age at the time. ''Are you okay?" He repeated, Fayt still didn't look one hundred percent, and he knew it wasn't like they were close or anything, but he was a caring boy and worried when ppeople llooked I'll, even people that were not his fan, or a fan of his. ''You don't look well...'' he explained, looking up at the boy.

 

[Fayt Aurelious]

His memory was indeed right, this person was indeed the same boy that he had met a few years ago. He remembered arguing with him about something, whatever that something was, he cannot fully remember. But he was quite sure that it has something to do with life and trust. Topics which he are quite sensitive of. "You're that person whose mother owns these glass shoes, aren't you?" He said flatly, his face remaining impassive. If his memory serves him right once more, he recalls the boy saying that his mother wore such kind of shoe on her wedding day. Now that he had actually think of it, their conversation before had probably start with him reading a certain book about this girl who owns glass shoes and whose stepsister and stepmother abuses her. What was the name of that girl again? Cindy something wasn't it? Cinder? or Ella? Whatever the name was, he just let it go. IT's not like her needed to know it again anyways. That story is something which he did not like after all. Giving up on revenge or not even fighting back when you are already being stepped on is quite a stupid and idiotic idea for him. Doing such thing is something that weaklings do, and sorry but, he doesn't fit into that category.

"You never did change, did you?" He had that mocking tone in his voice, one of his brows raising a little at the other boy's question. Why did he care s anyways? It's not like they were friends, no, Fayt doesn't have such persons in his life. Not that he needed them too. He could perfectly live in his own, just him and his sister alone. Of course he had that adoptive family of his, but then again, he never did grew to get attached with them. The years of separation with him attending hogwarts didn't help either. The though of writing them a letter to inform them of his condition didn't even crossed his mind too. If not for his sister, he'd probably leave anyways. "You still love to poke your nose in other people's business." He didn't like him asking whether he was well or not. He's not weak nor was he pathetic. Sure, he was indeed feeling a little unwell earlier, with that dream and on top of that, with all of those sleepless nights that he had had to endure before. But it's not like he would just tell that to this boy, would he? "What are you doing here anyways?" It was already dark, and most of the students were supposed to be sleeping already, locked in their dorm-rooms and already in their own dream lands. Yet, here was this boy, disturbing him with all of these questions of his. ​

 

[Drew Hanson]

Drew smiled slightly as Fayt seemed to have decided that he would stay. Both their momries seemed to be slowly getting back into the swing of things, he felt sort of like an old person trying to remember a funny story. He nodded at the mention of his mothers glass shoes. "Yes... she apparently wore them at her wedding." He ellaborated, refreshing Fayt's momery politely. Fayt had always interested Drew, he was so... stable, never shifting, just staying the same, cold, hard faced boy all those years ago, it was quite sad really. Had the boy not grown? Surely he had realised over the years that it was better to be happier and healthier, instead of acting like emotion was a thing to never be shown. Sometimes it was good to be over-emotional, and by the looks of it, Fayt needed to be a little more emotional, over emotion for this boy seemed impossible. A smile would be nice, a true-blue smiel would make Drew's night, or morning, or whatever time it was right now. All Drew knew for sure was that it was dark outside, it was cold, and it was virtually lifeless, basically the complete opposite of the inside of the castle, inside it was quite warm and toasty, in a way it was sort of comforting for the small Hufflepuff. It was quite well-lit too, there were candles about now, it made him feel like there was someone else there with them, but there wasn't, he would have been able to hear them, they both would have, the area around them easily echoed all sounds, the sounds would bounce off the walls of the castle and into their ears. So if there was someone, he was quite confident that they would have both heard and reacted appropriately.

Drew tilted his head curiously at Fayt's question. He thought that he had changed quite a bit, surely he had changed more than Fayt had. He might still be the pacifist he had been when they first met, but that didn't mean he had not experienced new things and grown and learnt from them, but Fayt still seemed to be in the same bubble he had been in four years ago, he didn't show his emotions which meant that Drew couldn't be one hundred percent sure as to whether he had changed or not, maybe Fayt had changed drastically, but his closed off persona still existed, or he had not changed at all and he still kept up his guard, even around someone that didn't have the power or the moral injustice to cause him any sort of him, someone like Drew. "I like to think that I have changed, hopefully for the better." He answered finally, after a few seconds of deep thought about his answer. His isgnature soft voice showing once again in his words, it was just a natural habit for him, he didn't speak very loud, at any occasion, even if it seemed like it was called for, he just didn't like the amplification of his smooth and soft voice, it sounded foregin to him. He frowned slightly. "You and I both know that I didn't ask about your health because I was looking for gossip." He said blankly, something he probably would not have said to the boy four years ago. "I may not know you very well, but I am generally worried about your health, you look really bad and you might need some help." He added, on a more sensative, yet firece note. His blue eyes showed that he was telling the truth and that he was determined to help, while his voice kept its smooth sailing sound. He shook his head slightly at the rest of Fayt's complaints. He glanced down at his jeans and jumper and shurgged, he couldn't really say that he was planning to sleep, because now he wasn't, if he was still in his PJ's and slippers, different story, but he wasn't, so he shrugged. "I couldn't sleep in my dorm, so I went for a walk and came here, and found you." He explained simply, turning his attention back on Fayt. "Here's a question, why are you here?"​