Bored.

[Dan Adams]

Dan was sat on the cliffs. He knew fully well that they were forbidden, but it was a quiet place where he could chill out for a bit. A place where he didn't want any disturbance. He had decided that it was about time he replied to Troy's letter...the one he had ripped up. However, Dan had read the letter before ripping it up, and had never even thought to reply before now, but Dan had, had a change of heart since then, and thought that it was best to reply. He got as far as 'Dear Troy' before being stuck for words. He had never even tried to get along with his brother, what was he meant to say? "URGGHH, my stupid family. " Dan spoke out in anger.

 

[Elijah Tine]

To Elijah there were two things that he knew would never change. One, that as a person he would always weird and two that music would always be the most important part of him. Now, it was these two things that meant he would always be away in his own world. Doing nothing but sit around in his room. On the floor surrounded by paper, pens and his old guitar. Every so often he would venture outside his room. His guitar strapped to his back a pen behind his ear. Today was no different. He had his guitar round his front, he was slowly playing it as he walked around. A blue hooded jumper hide his new untidily short hair, and was twice as big as him. The sleeves had to be rolled up so that Eli's hands could reach the guitar. He had bought the jumper for a reason, the big jumper. So that he could grow into it. He wasn't poor, but Eli was a runaway. Which meant money wasn't something to be spent lightly. It was just lucky that hogwarts was a boarding school. His experiences of youth hostels was a poor one. He in short hated them. The constant worry over if someone would steal his stuff. That someone might attack him. Mistaking him for someone else. One of there friends. It had happened before. Once. And it had scared him silly. Though, Elijah didn't have any other choices. This he knew. He wasn't wanted at home. With his fostered family. Who so rarely showed signs of affection. And didn't fail to have mention everyday that they would never be his real parents. Elijah was ready to accept this. He'd gotten his letter for hogwarts and was on his way the next day.

In his mind, he was aware that he was slowly walking towards the edge of the cliff. But he didn't really know. His mind was too busy thinking about the next part of the song he was writing. The music was quiet soft, very melodic. And it gave a sense of calm. The song he'd called the Ocean so that was it's purpose. To calm things. It was only when Elijah looked up slightly that he realised he was a little more then three steps away from jumping of the edge. His eyes widened in shock, as he took 3 very large steps back. Elijah, lifted his hand and pulled the hood down. "Oh wow, that was close" He whispered loudly to himself. He looked around him to see if any others had noticed what he had very nearly done. His cheeks flushed pink when he spotted the older looking boy. Not in his house. But then Eli wouldn't know. He shot a smile at the older boy, who looked a little angry. This was conformed when the boy, who had obviously not seen him spoke. Elijah wonder what made his family stupid. Eli knew his family was out there somewhere. He'd heard his foster parents talk to them. He was sure he heard about a sister, but it wasn't like they had made any attempts to contact him. So in Elijah's books they were no more his family than his foster parents were. He wondered if he should say anything. But what words could a 12 year old give that would comfort someone a lot older. Elijah walked towards the edge of the cliff, suddenly curious about the edge. "I'm sorry your family is stupid. Not that I know much about families, my real one want nothing to do with me, and my foster parents didn't either. Families can suck major ass." Elijah said unphased by the fact he was saying that he had no family. He said it in a tone that almost showed that he'd cone to terms with the fact that he'd never felt love from a family member, only the cold hard bitter taste of rejection. Elijah peered over the edge. "I wonder how long it would to fall."

[Sorry if it sucks, I'm a little out of practice]

 

[Dan Adams]

Dan was a little shocked when he witnessed a younger looking boy walking towards the cliff edge. He wondered if he was ever going to stop, or whether he was going to fall to his fete. Dan's heart leapt as the boy drew one step closer to his death. Dan has been on the cliffs plenty of times, but never had he seen someone get quite so close to the edge. He had heard rumours about a boy at Durmstrang who had fallen from the Durmstrang cliffs, he believed the rumours to be true, but as much as Dan enjoyed experiencing danger, this was not the kind of danger that he needed to be seeing right now.

Dan was relieved when he saw the boy taking 3 steps back. Dan's heart began to settle back to it's normal rhythm as he listened to the boy speak about his family. Dan found it a little odd that a boy so young could be so open to some random student about his private life. Dan's life had been bad, and it still was, but life had been gradually improving for Dan recently. It had it's ups and downs, well more downs than ups, but Dan was happy to think that he was getting there. "Well trust me, if you were from my family, you wouldn't want to know them..." Dan then looked down at his letter and snatched a hand on it as the wind began to blow it from the ground. He picked the letter up, then looked at the boy, showing it to him. "Forget the cliff drop...You any good at writing letters?" He asked, deciding that a young boy like this one wasn't going to do him or his family much harm by helping him to write a letter.

 

[Elijah Tine]

For Eli, there was nothing better than a curious wonder. He continued to look over to edge until the voice of the older boy spoke again. The voice caught him by surprise he almost tripped himself over. Elijah looked over. He wondered how bad the family the boy had. Elijah would always say that some form of a family was better than what he had had. It always struck that families with issues were the ones who had stronger and more loving homes. Most of the time Elijah had been blantantly ignored by his family. His foster family. He knew nothing of his real family apart from the fact thatbthey had not wanted him. Eli looked over the edge once more before turning to the older boy. Elijah shrugged. He'd never written any letters. Eli walked over as the boy did too. He thought it a little odd that he was asking him for help. Elijah had never had to write any letters. Not even when he was in the hostel. But being a hufflepuff Eli knew he had to at least try to help. he looked over the letter handed to him by the boy. Obviously Eli didn't understand most of what was going on. He only knew part of what was going on in the other boys life. It was never clear family issues to outsiders. Eli was an outsider on families in general.

"I can try, but I have never written a letter. Having no family means no one to write to. But I can try" Elijah said with a small smile. Eli sat down on the ground and pulled out a pen from behind his ear and took out a bit of crumbled up paper from his large jumper pocket. He pulled off his guitar and put it to his side. And unfolded the crumbled bit of paper. It was blank on one side and the other was music. That he himself had written. He looked up at the boy. "What are wanting to say. I would say it's always best to stay polite. But don't be afriad to put your heart on your chest while writing. Most people do that. While at the hostel some people would yell at the letter they were writing as if it would help. I'm not sure if it did. But go ahead if you want to. I can write for you. Add in a couple of things. But it's upto you what you say" Elijah rambled a little. He had no spoken this much in a while. Sung and hummed but used words in a structured sentence no. Eli wondered what the boy wanted to say. Elijah wouldn't judge. He could hardly. He'd epically failed at families.

 

[Dan Adams]

As odd as Dan found this boy, he decided that he was actually trying to be useful, so he remained talking to him in a polite manner. Dan's family really was messed up, he needed all the help he could, be it a 12 year old or not. Dan wondered if it was worth getting the boys name before their friendship, if you could call it that right now, developed.

Dan listened to the kid as he spoke. What he was saying was kind of useful, to any normal human being but this was Dan. He didn't quite see life as it should be, but Dan kept his cool, and stayed calm. "What's ya name kid?" He asked as the boy finished speaking. He had noticed some sort of music on the other side of the boys paper, but chose not to question it just yet. "And shouting at a piece of paper may not help me, but it sure makes me feel better..." Dan trailed off. "Anyway, I'm Dan." Dan said, holding his hand out for the kid to shake.

[Sorry it's a little rubbish. ]

 

[Elijah Tine]

It was hard Elijah to figure out the older boy in front of him. Elijah wasn't very good at figuring people out. It wasn't something he liked doing either. It felt so impersonal. As if Eli was actually intruding on the older boy in front of it. It was not something he did with anyone. It was reallysomething he found awful. People could try to figure him out, but that wasn't getting to know someone. It was assuming. Trying to knownthem without even talking to them properly. What struck Elijah as odd was that the boy wasn't even trying to figure him out. From what he could tell. Obviously Eli was blind to most things that were very clear. So central on his life and his music. Eli looked up at the boy. Who had not told him anything to write but was asking his name. Elijah had repeated his name a lot. People asked names and said there own. But what Elijah was certain about was that half of the people who had said there names to him at the hostel were fake names. As there was laughter that often followed. Eli had an odd name. Elijah. It biblical, but in his life he had never picked one up. And he knew for a fact that his foster parents had never bothered with that either. His name was the only thing which tied him with his real parents. He's often though of changing it to something with a little less memories, but his heart could never let him. He took the older boys hand as he intoruced himself to be Dan.

"Elijah, or Eli. I don't mind which." Elijah introduced looking up at the very tall boy with his tired green eyes. An artist slept little and worked a lot. It was true that Elijah didn't look after himself. He washed, but as for food, sleep and the outdoors he slacked. Eli was a very forgetful person. He did not have his head screwed on in any way. He forgot everything. He could bet his chances on fogetting this boys name. "It's always good to meet new people. Now back to the letter." he added glancing down at the creased paper which he'd pulled from his pocket. It was the way of the Hufflepuff to help people out. He couldn't claim to do it often because he didn't go out, but a little good deed always felt rewarding. Elijah believed in carma if he did good things then eventually something good would happen to him. But he guessed he would have to do a lot for deserting his foster family.

 

[Dan Adams]

Dan figured that this guy was trying to be true to his house, through the way he acted. He didn't know what house the kid was in, but he seemed a little eager to help Dan with the letter. Dan didn't mind that to much though. had Dan been placed in Slytherin then he would have done anything for his house. But he wasn't, Dan was a Gryffindor, the one house he really didn't want to be in, but it seemed that the Sorting Hat hadn't taken to kindly to him. Dan hated Gryffindor, he longed to be a Slytherin and all he wanted was to be able to live the Slytherin way of school life.

Dan gave his best shot at a smile when the kid introduced him self. "I'll go with Eli..." He said bluntly, knowing that the name, 'Elijah' would be a bit of a mouthful for Dan to say to often. "Yeah anyway, the letter's to my brother...he wrote to me the other week but...well we don't really see eye-to-eye, I hate his guts, what am I supposed to put?" He asked, not delving to deeply into his past. He hadn't wished to get this boys help, but he was there now so he had to stick with it. Dan wondered if he was asking to much of this kid. Not that he cared all that much, caring wasn't in Dan's nature. But he didn't want the little kids hating him. They were the only ones in the school that actually respected him.

 

[Elijah Tine]

Elijah was quite generally an overly eager person, which was why it would seem that he was very eager to help the boy write his letter. He put the pen in his mouth an chewed on the end as he thought about what the boy could write. It didn't seem obvious at first that this was the way Elijah thought, but it was also a clear sign that Elijah was hungry. Generally when Eli thought too much it made him hungry. An odd side effect of too much thinking then rewarding with food. Elijah was not a master in such things as being emotional and open. He was rather not. But for this boy it seemed thatba little emotion within the letter would be necessary. It would not be his own but he would have to use some when chosing the words.

"Okay, well, start polite. Like Dear Troy, I read your letter and knew I needed to respond as quickly as possible, but each time I attempt I couldn't find the words to even begin to describe how I felt. So here is to attempt number 5." Elijah quickly scrawled down upon the paper. He was just making it up as he went along. Thinking maybe to put in a little jovial and annoyed tone before getting into the letter. He knew that Dan probably wouldn't exactly follow what he'd written but a basis he knew would be a good point to start from. Maybe inspiritation would even come to Dan as Elijah was thinking of more to say. If was often a song that put the young musician into gear and got him frantically writing and ignoring those around him. "You don't have to exactly write everything I do, it's cool to change it. Though is this a good start?" Elijah leaned back sslightly so that more light was upn the paper rather than his messy brown hair.

 

[Dan Adams]

Dan made a strange look at the guy when he started voicing what he thought should be in the later. He found it a little odd, but he was helping, so Dan accepted the guy's oddness for the time being. "Urm, nah I wouldn't put it like that, how about, 'Troy, I got your letter but didn't know how to reply until now, so here goes...' Is that good enough?" He asked the boy, feeling strangely reliant upon him to get him a well written letter to his brother.

Dan wondered if Eli minded helping him out. After all, Dan wasn't the nicest of all people to work with for to long. Dan's temper would only hold out for so long before he just lost it. And Dan didn't want to loose this guy, he had been, and was continuing to be helpful to him, loosing it with him was the last thing Dan wanted. "You're alright ya know Eli..." Dan trailed off. "Anyway, what next? Something about us as brothers or what?" He suggested, as he wondered if he was saying the right things.