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[Jaden Feanor]

Jaden Feanor was walking down The Seventh Floor Corridor, complete and utterly bored. It was dark and late and to be honest, with only her tracksuit top, Pj's and slipper boots, Jaden was cold. It was around midnight and Miss Feanor couldn't sleep. She hoped a professor or prefect wouldn't catch her, she was quite happy, but wishing that someone interesting would join her. Jaden yawned before rubbing her eyes. It was summer and her hay fever was acting up again. Her eyes always got itchy and red and watery, but Jaden hadn't taken her Piraton (??) and it was worse then ever.

Jaden Feanor was thinking about her brothers; Will and Nick Feanor, although Will was dead. Will had been the only brother she loved. Nick was her twin and would occasionally hit her but Jaden had to put up with it, because no one noticed a small little Hufflepuff, and unfortunately, she was a small little Hufflepuff. She was quite tall, but small iother ways, like her hands and feet and nose. She had big eyes and long legs.

Jaden Feanor sighed. Honestly Jay! Your Jaden Elaviel Feanor, the youngest child of Estelle...what would she say now? she sighed as she thought to herself. She thought of her dad, he was missing, her mother, too busy to notice, her twin brother, who beat her up when he was bored, annoyed or just wanted too. Her head ached now with all the thoughts swimming around. She took a deep breath and slid to the floor, next to the wall, with her hands gripping her hair and head. Jaden Feanor needed a brother, maybe not blood related, but she needed one, at least an older boy friend.

 

[Stefan Archer]

The night was the one time, that Stefan had found everything came crashing. As his body wanted to rest, he'd be left with all his thoughts. The ones that made him just want to always be awake. Ones that make him awake from a deep sleep. The ones that made the slytherin wonder why he didn't just try to stop thinking. It happened both at school and at home. But at home, it tended to end with his eyes watering and a sense of hopeless tended to take hold. A school, when his thoughts became too much, he could just get dressed and leave. Getting caught out of bed out of hours wasn't something he did. He just walked, sticking to the shadows of the school, and showing that it was possible to be invisible without the cloak. It was on a cold night that, Stefan found he could not sleep. He found his thoughts too much. He was having flash blacks from the water incident. A wound slowly healing and the roll of verbal abuse that had followed. His mind had been on Kate, and how much he wanted to see her. Tell her how truly sorry he was. For everything, for how he had acted, for how he had treated her sister, and their friends. For everything he had said. he wasn't going to claim that he would take them back if he could, because there was a part of Stefan that believed that he needed to go to that place. He needed to become that angry, to know that it was wrong. It would've been a lot worse had it happened later in his life. Stefan knew that while it had scared him, most would've taken his outburst rather tame, considering the bigger picture and all that had happened to him. He wasn't saying that it hadn't been enough to scare him into never losing his patience again. It had. But, In the grand scheme of things he knew it was better to realise the importance of friends at a younger point. He knew now, he'd have more time to learn to trust them. Trust them with him and his knowledge. So that in time he could ask for their help. Ask them to really help him out. To help him defeat his father, and while that was far in the future, the colourblind boy could not help but feel it would at some point be in reach. In the future, but it was still a thought that made him smile. He knew that it was odd for a boy of twelve to have such thoughts. To think so little of himself and hate what he looked like. Thin beyond belief and pale like snow. Bruisies so clear to was like a light was shone upon them. He was tired but, unable to sleep. And it was for that reason, that Stefan had gotten dressed once more and had left the dorm room. It was fairly dark, and Stefan had to be careful with each step he took, but it was a good time to be out and about. It was clear to the slytherin, that getting into trouble for being out after hours was not smart, but it was just how he liked to be. Alone in the darkness, and able to breath without an underlying fear.

Dressed in usual clothes, dark jeans, a greyish t-shirt and a black hoodied jumper. He had the hood up, and the sleeves were being held down by his hands. He was waking without shoes, just because he was quieter like that. Stefan's t-shirt was new. It was something that he'd needed. Not because he'd grown out of the old one, just that he'd managed to get quite a bit of blood on it, which made it difficult to wear. So rather annoyed his father had given him one of his old t-shirts. It was slightly too big for Stefan, but the t-shirt itself wasn't new. Just new to Stefan. He was glad he had a new one. As much as he had liked the old one, it was good to have something different to wear. He still only had three t-shirts in total. And he still only had the one pair of jeans and the one jumper, but there was still room for him to grow into them. Stefan wasn't that tall, but he wasn't short either. He was as most would say, average height for his age. Which he believed was a good thing. As he walked the school, Stefan kept his eyes on the floor, and the hood covering most of his face. The dark blue eyes of the boy, were a feature of the boy that Stefan would never know. Portals into the deep and scarred soul of a broken boy. He would never know them, he had no idea of what they held. To him they were just dark. It was surprising for him to hear they were blue especially since he had no idea what blue actually was. He just knew his eyes were that colour. For some reason, Stefan found his feet were walking him to the seventh floor. He couldn't figure out why. To see Willow, but she'd be asleep. He just kept walking, then a sound reached his ears. It was another person. Stefan stayed motionless, but edged slowly to see who it was. A girl, younger than him was sitting on the ground, she was cold. She looked upset. Stefan had no idea what he could do. But, he found himself walking towards her. He pulled down his hood and then knelt down in front of her. He was careful. To not apply any pressure to his stomach. He pulled off his jumper and placed it into a ball. He was aware that the size of the t-shirt made Stefan appear twice as thin as he already was, and it meant that the smaller bruises on his arm and the bandage were showing, but he doubted after this night, he would ever meet the girl again. "You're cold." Stefan whispered, holding the jumper out for her. "Take my jumper, until you go." Stefan continued in the same quiet tone, even quieter than usual. "Are you okay?"​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

When a 2nd year Snake approached her she thought he was gonna tease her, but instead he gave her his jumper. She was cold and quickly put it on without haste. It warmed her up completely. "T-Thanks. I-I'm Jaden, firstie puff." Jaden stuck out her small hand to the stranger, showing a small permanent bruise on her arm. She had many like that. Jaden's brother Nick occasionally 'gave her, her medicibe' even though she wasn't sick.

 

[Stefan Archer]

It would appear silly for a boy in Stefan's position to be helping anyone else out. It would be odd for someone like him to openly chose to help someone who was probably better off than he was. He knew there were few that weren't better off than him. It was why he was so glad to be at school. With all these people that he of all people could help, it made him forget about how little he could actually help himself. Of how the people around him were the ones who needed to learn to live more, since they had more to live for. Stefan had his friends, but a part of him knew that they wouldn't be around forever. And apart from his three friends, what else did Stefan have. A home, that was hogwarts, and what happened when his time was up, when he reached seventh year and he was forced out the door never to return to the school that he loved to a whole new extent. He needed to be the best that he could, to make this home count. He pretty much believed that after it was over he would just go back to how it had been before. To just him and his dad and nothing else. But, at 17 he believed he would be able to break free. It was just too uncertain. For someone like Stefan a year was about as uncertain as anything. Not many would know the same sort of trial the Slytherin had to suffer through. And how important a year was to him. When to others it was just another. It was just something else. To the Slytherin, it was like a glorious thing. To be awake on his birthday. Or just any day. The wonders of life, never failed to make the slytherin know that while things were bad, they could be a lot worse. They could end with so much more pain. They could be so much more difficult. If others would find it possible. But, the colour blind boy knew things could be more difficult. He was free from it at school. And despite the fact Stefan clung on to his only jumper more than anything, he was perfectly content with giving it to the girl, since she needed it. And he knew that it was an awful feeling being cold. To be so cold everything was shaking, and the only thing thought of was the fact the cold was so penetrating. The girl he hoped did not feel the cold often. Perhaps it was just on this day. But, now he was left with a huge t-shirt and the maze of scars and bruises showing clear in the moonlight. He knew that she wouldn't ask about it. She clearly had things wrong with her that he needed to help. "Be careful with it." Stefan muttered as she pulled on his jumper. It seemed to him that she had been nervous about his presence. The Slytherin was used to that. But he was no slytherin. He tried to not be. He wished he was not. He had been more the term before, but during this term, Stefan knew he had to be the better version of himself. The one that completely ignored all the pain he felt, and focused on that of the people around him.

Jaden, a hufflepuff. He wondered if she knew Kate. Kate was an odd subject. Stefan was happy around her. Like he was around most of his friends. But with Kate it was different. It was good. It was never something he had hated. Even when he'd been shouting at her, and she'd been doing the same, the connection had been their. He took a seat next to the girl, but did not take her hand. "Stefan, Second year Slytherin." Stefan muttered. Keeping his voice low. His bandaged arm close but not touching the girls. "Why are you here so late, and that bruise? Someone gave it to you" He knew what a bruise looked like when it was given by someone else. His body was entirely littered by them. Although it appeared to him, that this girl he was now with was someone who didn't notice it. Few actually did see behind the facade of what he was. Of what he showed himself to be. Those were the people he found it easiest to be around. While spending his time with Kate, Willow and Sara was not wasted, he was pretty sure they all knew. Or all thought they knew and this wasn't exactly what the Slytherin had hoped to achieve. Hopefully now things would be better.
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Out of Character:

Sorry it's a rushed end

 

[Jaden Feanor]

Jaden Feanor frowned when Stefan mentioned her bruise. "Oh, um, my twin gave that to me. He's been doing it an awful lot recently. I guess I deserve it." she said, withdrawing her hand, the jumper covering up the bruise once again. "Maybe you know him, Nick Feanor, Slytherin." She said to the newcomer. She hadn't Said the part about her other ones. It was fair, why did she get all the violence? Why couldn't Alecto? She'd kill him before he even raised his fist.

 

[Stefan Archer]

The black jumper had been an item Stefan had owned for many years. It was one thing that he worked hard to keep clean. Tidy and so he would always be able to wear it. In his house, it was only in the dead of winter that Stefan would refuse to take it off. In summer, it sat on his bed. So that he had something each night. The jumper, although just a jumper had been with Stefan for so long, he could barely remember a time without it. And while to most it would mean so little, to Stefan it was more than just a jumper. It was his only jumper. Something he was sure the girl did not have to think about. He was pretty sure that the hufflepuff in front of him would have more than one item of each article of clothing. Stefan knew that most would not even realise or know what it was like to literally be unable to afford anything. To have nothing, and to feel like nothing. The slytherin boy, knew that he was probably the only one, since he was probably the only one with a dad like his. Brothers and sisters fighting was nothing the slytherin wasn't aware of, but the strength of a sibling and that of a parent was very different. But, it wasn't like anyone would ever know both. Or so the colour blind boy sincerely hoped. While completely alone, Stefan was glad about his lack of siblings. A younger brother or sister would've spelled doom for him. Stefan could take what his father gave, but he was never let anything harm the sibling. He would take it for the both of them. Stefan had the knowledge inside him, that he would never be able to let anything happen to a younger sibling. And for this and for the fact he was safer without any, he was glad for his lack of sisters and brothers. He had always wondered however if his parents had had siblings. Before him, he was sure there had to be a time when things had been alright. He didn't know. His father wasn't the talking sort and neither was Stefan. Not really. Stefan was more just nodding along. But this term things had to be different. He knew he had to act like everything was peaches and cream. He had to put on a front of normality. But, nothing was normal about the slytherin boy. It would be hard work, but it would be fine. He would prove to them, that he was a lot more than just the angry pre teen. This term he would be better.

The girl, called Jaden, spoke once more, about the bruise. A twin, Stefan knew very little about twins, but he realised they would not be identical. Because obviously twins that were identical were exactly the same. And since Jaden was a girl, and she spoke of her twin as a boy, it didn't take much for him to be able to figure out that the twin would be a boy. However that was the real extent of the Slytherin's knowledge. He didn't really know much else. He knew that Sara and Kate were twins and that it was somewhat common to be twins. But, it was also still odd for him. The colour blind boy had never wonder what it would've been like to have a twin. It was fairly pointless considering it would be the same as just having a sibling, but it would've also been fairly interest Stefan was sure. It was always going to be the right thing, he knew it had been alone he was much better off. The girl then said a name. A name he didn't know. And he found it odd that she assumed he did know the boy. It wasn't like Stefan spent much time talking to the people in his house. They really didn't like the fact Stefan was muggleborn, that he existed was annoying to most other slytherin. Muggleborns were not even really wizards in most Slytherin's mind, but here was Stefan, a muggleborn wizard and in Slytherin. "No, I don't. I'm muggleborn, most of the other slytherins don't know I exist." Stefan just nodded as he spoke, almost finding it funny, but not laughing since it would appear very odd if he had. Although, now he was at a loss about what to say. Stay strong His mind told him. For his benefit and as something to say to the girl. He knew that having someone violent wasn't easy or right, but she had to know, that it was liveable. He knew that while his father hated him more than anything, and the violence was great, the people he had around were the reasons for staying strong. "You don't deserve it." the slytherin muttered nodding. One had carefully place on top of his bandage, that covered most of his lower arm. "Don't think that. I'm sorry." Stefan looked down at his feet. Then he glanced up at the girl, the dark blue eyes. "Have you told someone?"​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

Jaden listened to Stefan talk about him being muggleborn. "That's not fair, I think everyone should be treated equally. Pureblood, Halfbood, Mixed Blood or muggleborn, or Muggle, we are all human beings. We shouldn't have to take this!" Jaden said, facing Stefan, her small hands in little fists, which soon relaxed. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, it falling in front of her face. "I can't tell anyone! And you can't either! If he finds out I've told he'll come down on my like a ton of bricks!" she begged Stefan. Jaden pouter a bit.

She sighed again. She ran her fingers from her hips down to her feet pressing each bruise lightly before doing the same to her arm, there was about 18 bruises on her legs and 16 on her arms.

 

[Stefan Archer]

It was slightly hypocritical of the slytherin boy to be telling the girl to tell someone. He was in a much worse situation and yet, he hadn't told anyone. He hadn't mentioned it in passing, or made references that would expose his father. But, it wasn't just that he was afraid of his father that made him chose to not tell anyone. It was a number of things. Stefan was afraid of his father, and with good reason. But, it was one thing he knew he had to learn to not be. The fear of his father had caused him to spill hot liquid on his arm. Something which had caused the Slytherin boy such immense pain that he didn't think was even possible. Stefan was sure that he'd almost passed out. In any event, he had just run his arm under cool water while his father yelled and yelled at him. Before eventually booting Stefan in the shin, for not really listening. Fairly brutal but no more than expected. This was a man who hated the very idea of his son. Stefan knew it annoyed his father his being around. He knew that when his father looked at him, he didn't see a human. Not at all. But, Stefan knew he was. Just the fact he couldn't see well was the only thing that Stefan could not do. His vision was seriously impaired because of the colour blindness. It was better in dark light. But, in Sunlight he was more or less completely blind. Something he didn't enjoy feeling. It was a completely helpless feeling. Not knowing where he was heading, or if he was heading into anyone. It was why, he wasn't summer's biggest fan. The dark overcast winter days and nights were the moments where the Slytherin boy saw the best, and thought of them as the best. They didn't try to be too good. They were the most silent of days. And that was how Stefan enjoyed his days. Overcast, and quiet. The Slytherin liked hogwarts for the fact it was so peaceful. That at any point if he just wanted to be completely alone he could be. Undesirable for most, but the way Stefan preferred it. it seemed to the Slytherin most of the time, that he liked things that other people hated. He enjoyed the sun from a distance, he enjoy rain and how it felt. He enjoyed being alone, whereas most enjoyed being surround by the people they knew. Stefan liked when he had people around him, but after his terrible behaviour the term before, he wondered if any would speak to them. Stefan glanced at the girl, he wondered if she'd been in the great hall, when he'd gotten into a fight with the older ravenclaw. People had watched. And Stefan had felt not only pretty stupid but like he'd made an entirely wrong decision. It was why he wanted to apologize to him. But, Stefan doubted the boy would want to hear from him. Not for a very long while. Which while Stefan wanted to apologize he didn't mind waiting a little while longer until they'd both forgotten about it. And had really realised how stupid it had been for them both to lose their cool in such a fashion. Stefan already was but he could hardly speak for the Ravenclaw.

"There is no changing age old beliefs passed down through generations. You have to ignore it. Embrace it." Stefan said quietly. He knew that for once, he would not have any reason to lie about what he was saying. "I'm okay with them ignoring me. It's a lot better than if they were just trying to annoy me." Stefan knew that if he had to chose over noise and being pushed around by those in his house or peace and silence even if they had no idea who he was, he would hands down always pick the same one. Rather alone and at peace than surrounded and tormented. His philosophy on slytherin. The best one. They would all agree if they were in the same position as he was currently. It was at times a little weird for even him to think in such a fashion, but then he was not entirely bothered by it either. Hearing her ask him to not say anything, Stefan just nodded. He understood that. Not wanting to say. He was embarrassed that he let his father do such things to him. That his father was a lot bigger and stronger than him, and this meant Stefan was basically a rag doll. And he had to say, it was sore to be thrown against wall. He was just glad he'd not broken anything. It was most painful then. He'd broken things before. But, not recently. Which was odd. But, Stefan was getting bigger. he was maybe still tiny in most people's eyes. But, Stefan was taller than before. Still skinny but growing. It his weight that made Stefan stand out more than anything. Even sitting with the girl. Despite being older, Stefan was skinnier. He had barely any muscle on his body. it was more or less all bones. "I won't say. But, you should be careful. If a professor was to see bruises like that, they'd want to know everything straight away. And you never know, they might help your brother become better or stop" Stefan nodded. It was what he hoped would happen if he ever told anyone. He doubted it would, but then he wasn't going to ever say. Not in the near future. "What brought you here?" Stefan asked, his voice still quiet and one hand still resting on his bandaged arm.​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

Jaden thought to herself for a moment, remembering what had happened a few weeks ago. A professor almost caught her stealing bandages and painkiller potions. Luckily, she just got out.

Thinking about what Stefan said, embracing it. "What do you know? I bet you have no experience of having your dad missing for 10 years, your mum neglecting you, your older brother dead and your twin be violent against you. I can't take it anymore!" Jadens eyes filled with tears, as Rey trickled down her face, the make-up covering her black eye running.

 

[Stefan Archer]

It was clear to the Slytherin that he'd come across a girl who had like him a mound of issues. His was slightly different, but he was sure it probably felt the same for her. Sitting with the hufflepuff girl reminded him of his house. Of his home family. It was taking all his might to not just get up and walk away so he wouldn't have to think about it, but the slytherin knew he couldn't do that. Mostly because she was wearing his jumper and really needed to have that back. As much as he didn't mind the girl having it, he couldn't live with out it. It was something that was his. It was something that belonged to him, and since Stefan had so little to call his own, he really loved that jumper. To most his love for a jumper would be stupid. It would appear pointless, but for the colourblind slytherin it was anything but pointless. It was important. And no one could really understand that. The dark blue eyes were looking at the opposite wall. He could feel his stomach begin to rumble. He not really had much to eat for dinner. It was always hard for him to get used to food being always around, since he had close to none at home, it was something that made him feel sick when he ate a lot. And feeling sick was something that the Slytherin hated more than the bruises he got. Being sick, would merit him a trip to the hospital wing, which was something that the Slytherin could not afford to do. With a stomach that had a large purple bruise on it, with cuts and scars causing a maze upon his body the Slytherin could hardly afford to just stroll into the Hospital wing without a proper excuse or explanation. The girl had it out a lot simpler than him. His father could bend things, make people believe that it was Stefan's doing and not his. Stefan could not afford this. He couldn't lose magic, he couldn't lose the only thing he could say was practically a home. Hogwarts was that to him. Pure and simply, it was his favourite to be. it was the only place he actually felt safe. It was the only place where he knew that his father couldn't touch him. Where even he could no reach. Because Hogwarts was just like that. Only for those who were actually of magical blood. But, it would end and every break, Stefan had to return and the feeling of safety was gone. And it was an awful feeling when he saw his father once more, and knew what he faced. Knew what his father was capable of. Stefan just knew that magic was his exit. And he needed it more than anything. He was unsure if the girl knew what that felt like. To not have a proper home, or to not be able to go to bed feeling safe. Stefan had no one around. He had literally just the friends at school. And they could hardly be their to always protect him. And he didn't want them near his father.

The girl spoke again, he knew her eyes were filling with tears, but he didn't know what to do. He was hardly qualified to give her advice considering his situation. He couldn't tell her anything more. he didn't want to say that he knew almost to the letter what it felt like. He knew what it was like to feel like there was no hope. No hope of ever achieving or getting anything. For countless years before Hogwarts, Stefan had wondered if he was just a horrible dream, that he would wake up in a perfect household, with a mum and a normal dad and it would be something they'd laugh about over a table. When he'd been younger there were more nights in a month where he'd cried himself to sleep than days when he hadn't. It was just the way things had been for him. And it was the reason for the countless scars and the fact he was a twig in shape. Stefan was just glad that she didn't also know how it felt to be colourblind. But, how to make her see he knew without saying anything. "Don't be so quick to say that. You never know with people." Stefan said. He glanced at her briefly before looking away. "My mum died, when I was two. My dad he's not really ever been the same. He's all I have. I don't have anyone else." Stefan just nodded. All he said was true, he was just careful enough to leave about the parts about how his father treated him. "And I'm colour blind. I'm completely colour blind. See everything you see. All the different shades and clear colours. I don't see that. All I see is black and white. I can't go in direct sunlight because it hurts my eyes. And I have no clue what colour really is. To me, it's just a word. Be glad you see colour." Stefan glanced around and then to her. He wondered if she would even consider what it was like to live without colour he wouldn't be surprised with either outcome. But, it was something he'd gotten used to telling people. It wasn't a secret, and he wasn't ashamed of it. Not as much as his father had once made him believeNot even human Had been his father's words. "So before you assume I have no idea, or clue, consider that. Just keep going." Was all the advice the Slytherin could part to her.​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

When Jaden heard Stefan was colorblind, it was like de ja vu! Her brother Will was colorblind and he reminded her so much of him. "You remind me so much of my brother, Will...he's dead noe though." she whispered the last part of er statement.

 

[Stefan Archer]

There are many kinds of colourblindness that exist. It was hard to know if Stefan had the worst or if in comparison to others it wasn't that bad. He was sure that his was the worse. He couldn't see any colour, and since he'd had it since birth, he had no knowledge at all of what colour was at all. To him colour wasn't something he knew or would ever know. It wasn't something that he had a great desire to know. While he knew the world was probably better in colour, and he would really see Kate, he also knew that it wouldn't always be the best. After so long without colour, if the treatment against it wouldn't work, and he only briefly saw what everyone else saw, being happy with black and white would not be enough. It just wouldn't be. Stefan had no clue what his life would really hold for him, but seeing colour was one thing, he disliked the sound of more and more. After so long wishing to see the colour. He knew this one-eighty turn would be difficult for most to understand, but he had his reasons. Stefan had little control over his life. Deciding if he would or would not see colour if their was a cure was something he could control. He could control that about himself. Less so everything else. And it was his lack of control and the fact that most did try to take advantage of him, was what really had driven Stefan up the wall in the previous term. He hadn't been able to control how his winter would've gone, and how he was unable to control what happened to him. Then getting to Hogwarts, he'd tried to gain control, by trying to tell his friends how pointless it would be. But even this had backfired. He'd torn his friends in two, and stood and watched. It was silly. It was such a pointless thing. He couldn't believe he'd let it happen. It appeared so clear to the Slytherin boy that he'd done the wrong thing. That his friends were the people he needed most. That they were the people he needed to keep with. Stick with. Because they were the greatest thing. And they were his light. Something he knew he could turn to, when he had no hope. When all hope was gone, and all that was left was pain, all he could really do was think of the things that matter most to him. His friends. Willow, Kate, Sara. The four of them together making one person from each house. The founders, with the Slytherin most likely to leave. Through no fault of his own, unlike the original Slytherin. He was pretty sure that his friends would still stay on the topic on who was hurting him, but it was one topic that the Slytherin was wanting to leave behind. He knew it would be better if he did talk about it. If he told someone. But, if Stefan lost his father in a round about way, he lost everything. What little he had would be gone. And it wasn't something he ready to do. Stefan couldn't tell them because they would make him tell someone else. And losing the only family member he thought he had wasn't something he could handle. Stefan had lost so much already. No family would want to take in a boy like Stefan. That much he knew. Then their was the problem of if they would be magic or not. And then if they would even believe Stefan.

It was odd that the Slytherin boy could hate his own appearance, and how his father made him look, and yet not trust the adults around him that they would believe him if he talked. The signs were all their, and yet, Stefan actually wondered if others would believe him. Sure, the people who were closest to him, probably would believe him. They'd seen Stefan go from an incredibly skinny first year, with a few bruises, and a black eye. To a boy with a little more colour to his skin and a little more weight. And then in the space of 2 weeks, it looked like, nothing had changed. Like him getting better had been an illusion. It hadn't been, but his father sent back to square 1 every single time. Stefan had practically given up on trying to change. he knew their was very little hope for him. Considering as long as his father was around nothing would ever really change. And the winter holidays were the hardest ones to go through and he'd found readjusting had been harder. He'd ended first year on such a high, it had be pretty much like returning to a familiar nightmare. And yet, he would have to. Stefan looked away from Jaden and to his hands. Just like her brother. He wondered what the boy had been like. And he sure as hell was not as similiar to him. Their were few like Stefan. Few in his situation. And yet, he reminded this girl of a brother. Then she said he was dead. And he wondered if that would be his fate. That if he was to, then would his friends just find someone who looked or reminded them of him. "What was he like?" Stefan asked, actually very curious to know what he was like. He wondered if the girl had been close to her brother, how much she could tell him. Never having had anyone be that close, it interested him a lot. And all he wanted to know was if the boy was actually like him. He really hoped the girl would go into some form of detail. But, as he was someone that rather lacked when it came to giving detail about anything, he could hardly expect too much. "Can I ask, how did he die?" the slytherin boy asked quietly. In a tone that almost said, you don't need to answer. "If you don't want to say, you don't have to" Stefan looked up at her briefly and then looked away once more. He wondered if she would tell him. Either way he could understand if she did or didn't. He was just curious.​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

Jaden chuckled when Stefan asked about Will. "Where do I begin? Well, he was kind, but also misunderstood. He would help anyone, blind, deaf, abused. He wasnt popular...he had his flaws. My parents disliked him, and he disliked them back." she said, facing Stefan was glassy eyes. "I don't know how he died." she lied.

 

[Stefan Archer]

Hearing about other people's family members was something the boy really enjoyed. It was something that made him smile. It was the same when Kate talked of her sister, or when either talked of the other. Just hearing about families that were a little less broken than his was something to smile about. Although Stefan didn't know it, he had family. A whole set of family members that lived scattered in the United States of America. They had no idea that Stefan still existed of what had become of the family members, but they did exist. Stefan thought however that he was the last Archer. Him and his father. In a sense, Stefan doubted that the line would continue. He didn't think his father would allow him to live long enough to get to the point of children of his own. So, their was a part of him that believed he would the last Archer. Which wasn't something he wanted, but it was something he believed more than he believed in the friends around him. It wasn't like Stefan had an awful lot of good to believe in. That much was true, but it was something that he could say what good he did believe in was mostly what others had long forgotten about. Stefan believed in the little things. The small minuet details that made up an entire day were the things that Stefan really loved. They made him smile and they made him feel fairly good about things. The little things were often difficult to define. They were everything and anything that could be counted as amazing. Smiling. A laugh. Rain. He believed that as long as he always had the little things, everything else would eventually just fall into place. Stefan knew that the little things to most would be pretty much pointless. They held no importance, they stood for nothing. But for the Slytherin they stood for everything. Back at his house, their were few little things. There was no happiness, no smiling. No little bits of delicious food. There was no food. All he had at home was this empty black hole. His father smiled. His fathered laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laughing that left a person feeling good. Generally when he'd finished kicked Stefan's stomach in and Stefan was silently crying on the floor, his father was laugh while calling him pathetic. And since he was already weak and sore, he couldn't do anything. Stefan just curled into a ball and waited till his father left the room. Once his father had, the colourblind boy did not move straight away. He couldn't just get up and walk away. He had to struggle to pull himself to his feet and get himself steady. His stomach would rumble loudly from a lack of things to eat, and he'd slowly make his way up stairs. Only to collapse on to his bed and wish the pain away.

As the girl spoke, he got the impression that the boy had meant a lot to the girl. He couldn't see why she though he was like him. Or what she was getting at with abused. He doubted that she thought he was abused. While the bandaged arm was exposed, and the maze of scars on his hands was clear. It wasn't like she'd asked, or taken any notice of them. As most other people did. But, this was a good thing, Stefan got defensive when people asked about his cuts and bruises. Which was fairly understandable and yet he also knew most would find it odd. Why he would get like that, if he had nothing to hide. Which Stefan did. He had a lot more to hide than most. He just nodded along. The only way that he could see how they were alike was in that they were kind and not popular. Stefan doubted he was misunderstood. He was kind enough, but he didn't get involved, and people took what he said the wrong way because of a lack of knowledge about how to deal with others. Of how to deal with people around him. He wasn't disliked by his parents. He was sure that his mother had liked him, and if she'd been around she would've protected him, she would've stopped his father from doing anything bad towards him. He didn't want to think otherwise with that. His mother would've been the one who'd been their for him. The one that would've fought for him. Who would've helped him escape. But that was all wishes. His mother was gone, and she'd left a distraught husband and a child who had the face the brunt of anger. It wasn't something that he really desired to continue but, at times he almost felt like he deserved it. That he was helping his father by taking it. By laying down and just taking it all in. But, the Slytherin knew that thinking was more wrong than anything his father was doing to him. He just nodded as she said that she didn't know how her brother had died. He didn't know how his mother had died. he didn't think she was lying, but it wouldn't bother him. "I don't know how my mum died. I was too young" Stefan just looked briefly to the girl and then away. "Maybe I should take you back to Hufflepuff? We don't want to get caught. Do we?"​

 

[Jaden Feanor]

Out of Character:

Sorry I haven't posted! Ive been busy!

Jaden pouted a bit when Stefan said they should go back. "Yeah, sure. That Ghost Elizabeth Blackheart scares me, she keeps calling me Veronica." she said, referring to the over hundred year old sixteen ghost. Standing up, she slipped off the jumper from her small frame and handed it to Stefan. While she was waiting for him to take it, she spotted the Ghost and hid herself up against the wall, they were in a dead end, with the passing corridor, the tall lanky ghostgirl moping past.

Out of Character:

I do own Elizabeth