It's Been Days

[Stefan Archer]

It would be a lot simpler for the Slytherin boy if his father cared so little for him, that he completely forgot about his existence. It had been a pretty horrible first week. It had been really one of the worse of his life. And for a boy like this, that was really saying something. It had been one terrible thing after another, after another. There had been no end to it. And all Stefan wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wish for it to stop. It wasn't that hard to imagine the kind of happiness that he therefore felt at being able to go to Obsidian Harbour during the middle of the second week. He had of course asked the day before, and he'd not gotten a response until his father had practically dragged him by the hair to the car that morning. Not the most pleasant of awakenings, but it wasn't like he'd truly slept that night. Everything was on fire. All his bones ached. His head was throbbing, and his hunger was immense. The Slytherin had never thought it possible, but they had even less money than before. And with a dwindling supply of money and therefore alcohol, his father had really taken a turn for the worse. What ever thoughts he had of getting past it, of his father finally becoming a father to him, were completely gone. All he saw in his father's eyes was hatred. A hatred towards him. And that broke what was left of Stefan. He really didn't know how much more of it he could take. Sitting in the car with his father, and keeping a wide enough distance meant that everything was in pain. The Slytherin closed his eyes and willed himself to not puke, his father would kill him. Quite literally. The slytherin really wanted to be able to go back to school after the holidays. He had to make it through first, and angering his father like that, was not the way to do it. The Slytherin knew that for a fact. However the car ride was also one that he didn't enjoy. It was too long, and his father drove worse that Stefan flew. And while the Slytherin had never been on a broom, he was sure it would be exactly like that. He kept his mind on the time he would soon be able to spend away from his father. The time he could spend getting the books for the next term. Getting something a little more decent to eat too, if he could manage it. All in all, the small day he spent away from his father was the best time. It was the only time in the space of the holiday, were he didn't have to consider each day to be his last. It was always his favourite day of the holiday. His second favourite being the day he got to go back to school. It was second since, it was at the very end of the holidays and it actually required Stefan to make it through the holiday to get to enjoy that day.

The car came to an abrupt stop, and his father was quick to shove Stefan out the car, with no regard to his safety and drive off. Stefan was left on the ground of the road. Cursing silent swears at his father. He had been getting out the car. If he'd waited just one second then he would've been gone. Stefan quickly brushed his hands against his jeans. Quickly noticing the bleeding cuts on his hand from how roughly he'd landed on the ground. He had not tissues so instead, he sat for a few seconds and just waited for some of the bleeding to stop. He carefully placed both his hands in his jumper pocket and set off to do what he had to. Stefan was as always wearing his black jumper with his grey t-shirt underneath and his dark jeans. His movements were slow and Stefan was favouring his right leg more than his left. One of his arms, he kept pretty close to his chest. The colourblind boy also kept his hood up. It was a desperate attempt to hide the fact he had a huge bruise at the top of his forehead that reach down the right side of his face. His nose was also slightly cut and his jaw was ever so slightly bruised. The Slytherin knew it would have to look bad. Even he admitted to that. As the Slytherin started walking, he grew tired. He'd not really slept feel over the past few days. It had been a lot of waking up at different points, and he'd not slept past five in the morning. And considering he got so little to eat, it meant that he was pretty much exhausted after about five minutes of walking. He was just glad that it was still before lunch, so the streets were quiet. Stefan found himself at the very edge of Obsidian Harbour feeling so tired, that he was close to collapsing. He was very pleased to be there, but it was tiring. He didn't know how he'd be able to do anything without falling asleep. It was at this point where he was desperate for Kate. She would help him. Keep him awake, so he could get his books. Probably encourage him to get something to eat too. God, how he missed her. She was who he thought of each time the pain got to be too much. Her smile, the way she laughed, the way her eyes glowed when she was happy even if it was only a slight change to him. The fact that despite everything about him, she still wanted to be his friend. Stefan shook his head and realised that Kate was probably back home. Stefan Archer noticed a bench, a little into the greenery just outside of Obsidian Harbour. Stefan sat down on the bench and just let himself catch his breath. He just need a few moments before he continued on with his one day of freedom. It would be hard, but he was just pleased he even had it. Stefan slouched slightly in the bench and just watched as the world continued to turn.​

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[Professor Elvera Le Fey]

It was Elveras day off. Morgan was taking care of the shop and she was spending the day in the harbour. the first thing that she had to do was to visit her sister and take another package of supplies. she was sure that Eden could look after herself, and she appeared to have enough money to get her own food, however she never argued when her mother said that she had made up a package for Eden. she enjoyed the excuse to see her sister. although she knew that she didn't need a reason to visit eden the job was something that made sure that she was seeing her, and not forgetting or doing other things instead, she enjoyed calling onto see her sister, she was defiantly starting to show that she was pregnant. she usually called into her house in the evenings but today she was calling in first thing. she had gone to the ice cream parlour where Harushi, her sisters adopted mother, had her working, when she had seen the lady behind the counter she remembered that it was the school holidays and during that time Eden worked in the wand shop. she made her way back along the road. she paused briefly by a bench to fe adjust her hands on the bags. they were heavy and digging onto her skin despite the velvet gloves she was wearing. she noticed a young boy sitting lone on the other end of the bench. "hello, are you alright there?" she asked he had his hood up so she couldn't see his face but the way he was sitting made her feel like he was lonely, bored and tired.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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The boy was cold, and he shivered slightly. It wasn't the most perfect way of being, sitting on a bench outside, with the most minimal amount of clothing, since it was all he had. But, it wasn't a good idea to have left the house on such a day. However, the boy could not have taken much more of it. Going cold turkey from a normal functioning life to one where he had to be around his father all of the time. It was different, it was difficult. And he knew that one of those days he'd just snap and break. Either he'd fight back or just quit. It wasn't exactly pleasant thoughts, but it was what he knew would eventually happen. It wasn't going to happen soon, he was at least hopeful of that fact. It wasn't going to happen any time soon. He just knew that. It was just coming to grips with the simple facts that it wasn't going to get easier. It wasn't going to get better. Stefan knew he had been deluding himself think that it would. He had been dreaming in the term of what he wanted, what he wished for rather than what would actually happen. After all, it had been proved during the past few days. But, as a boy of only fourteen years old, who has nothing, a little bit of hope towards better times was really all that kept him going, and even as these thoughts are crushed, it doesn't mean that Stefan Archer has lost all hoped. Far from that fact. It was true that he sometimes felt like no matter what he did, it was completely pointless and hopeless. he was hopeful that one day it would either end or he would just get out of it. He didn't want to have to go through it anymore, he knew he shouldn't have to either, but there was no escape for him. No way of getting out just yet, he knew in time there would be. His plan to just leave when he became of age would be coming soon, Just a little longer. Feeling pretty much terrible in every possible sense the boy leaned forward and resting his elbows on his knees put his head against his hands. He was just letting his mind continue thinking and letting it take a small amount of control as he calmed himself. It wasn't like he expected things to be easy upon returning home, but this felt fairly ridiculous. Here he was about a week into the holiday feeling as though everything was hopeless. He'd not slept well since his return, and everything hurt. The movements he made were so, they were done with care. Stefan didn't want to make it hurt any more. As he sat, he heard his stomach grumble loudly. He wrapped on his arms around it and silently promised it something. He might not be able to go through with it, but it was something his mind knew. It just felt better to promise to eat something. The boy was skinny enough as it was. It was really how despite how much he'd grown over the past few years, that his clothes still fitted him with room left to grow. But, the food was on fact he would find very hard to change.

Stefan Archer closed his eyes tightly and wiped them slightly with his hands. Careful enough to not touch the bruise on his face and careful to not reopen the cuts on his hands. Stefan knew that he has an incredibly bruised right side. His father had been rather bad when shoving him up against the wall of their house. Of, His house. His right arm, the one he held close to his chest, was neither sprained nor broken, he'd just very badly hurt it, after landing on the floor, and his arm taking the brunt of the meeting with the ground. It was badly cut and it didn't look too nice. But he was able to cover it well with his sleeve, it was just the only reason why he was being ever so slightly careful with his right hand than with his left. As Stefan stayed seat on the bench, he heard someone approach and then sit down. Stefan knew it wasn't his father instantly, since his father would've probably already thrown Stefan an insult or two. It was the insults that actually hurt more than anything. When he just belittled him until he had no idea what he'd done wrong. The words always etched in his mind. He could hear his father's voice yelling at him in his head. Telling him his worthlessness and how he was a terrible waste of space excuse for a son. It wasn't something he liked to handle. It was also something he knew he shouldn't have to handle. Stefan just thought of his friends when that happened. All the times they had shared over the years, the good and the bad, since he just needed to think of them to feel better. He thought of Willow, and he thought of Tara. He thought of how Danielle was also colorblind and how she was still an amazing person. He thought of Sara, and how much he aspired to be like her. And he mostly thought of Kate. Of her smile, of the way she was always concerned about him. He could always here her laugh. He loved her, so she was instantly his first thought when he began to not be able to take it. He didn't ever want to not come back after the summer, to say goodbye and that be it. He didn't want to inflict anything on her, and he didn't want to lose her. But, he knew that still every year, his goodbye to her would always be one that was almost as if he wasn't coming back.

The moment the voice spoke, he looked up, his bright blue eyes glancing around to see the woman looking at him oddly. Despite how tired Stefan clearly looked, or the bruise on the ride of his face, and the cuts on his nose, he nodded his head. "Yeah," Was his response. He nodded again and sat back slightly, and as he did, his stomach rumbled loudly. "I'm alright." Stefan couldn't tell Kate when he wasn't okay, there was no way he could tell anyone else, much less an adult whom he didn't know. It was silly to think that he would, but the woman wouldn't know that. He just hoped that she wouldn't think any more of it, and would continue her day. And hopefully forget all about him.​

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[Professor Elvera Le Fey]

Elvera looked at the boy as he turned and looked at her. as soon as his bright blue eyes made contact with her violet and green ones she felt a familiar pressure in her head and a her vision was taken over by a different picture, this time it wasn't fully obscuring her normal sight, but like a semi transparent screen in front of her normal sight, this showed that she was getting better control of her sight and trying to suppress it. however before she was fully able to send it back where it came from she saw the boy, and she couldn't tell if it was the past or the future, either way it was near either way. next to the boy was a man. she could see him grab him and knee him hard in the chest. The vision made her gasp. she lost her control on the vision and it strengthened in clarity, as the man continued to beat the boy filly on the floor by now. after a few moments put her hands to hr eyes trying to stop it but she had long learned that shutting or covering your eyes wouldn't help during a vision. she thought she had her visions under control but occasionally one would just hit her when she wasn't paying attention. thankfully after a few seconds she was able to push it back where it came from.
However when she was able to see clearly again she saw that there was bruising along his face, and when he reached to wipe his face she saw that there was fresh blood on his hand. She reached for her wand instinctively. she wanted to help heal him but she knew she had to get his permission first. "do you want be to have a look at your hands for you?" she asked she felt sorry for the boy and wanted to do anything she could to help him. when he said that he was fine she nodded, he seemed so strong, but strong in a way that didn't scream that he knew it.

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I hope that you don't mind, i can edit her vision out if you want.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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It wasn't that Stefan didn't like the woman, it was more that he didn't understand what she was doing and this rather than make him feel more comfortable, made him feel weird. He didn't trust adults that much, and while she only look a little older than he did, it didn't change that fact. His father had pretty much crushed whatever thoughts he had about other adults being nice to him. He was a Slytherin muggleborn, it meant any of the old people in his house, or those with an affinity with the house were unlikely to help him. And then there was the fact that he was colourblind, it wasn't like had had asked to be, but his father was constantly reminding him of how much of a terrible person he was, of how much of a lesser human he was for not being able to see colour. It made the Slytherin feel like crap, but he didn't care about it. He didn't care that his colorblindness made him less than human in his father's eyes, he had to in the end live with it, so he could deal with it. But it was the terms his father used, a lesser human. To be treated fairly was all he really wanted, but no. And it was why he didn't trust adults, he was pretty much sure that they were all like his father. Even if the truth was far from that, it never really occurred to him that. Sure most of the professors he had he was slowly learning to trust, the ones he'd had for more than one term, but it didn't make it easier when it came to people he just meet out of the blue in the middle of the street. The woman didn't look as though she was going to do anything, she looked nice, normal. Stefan was pretty sure, he couldn't really know since he couldn't see color, for all he knew she had bright pink hair and silver eyes, and he would be none the wiser. What was nice and normal for him was not actually for anyone else. As long as she didn't appear to want to hurt him, that was enough for him. Everything else didn't matter, as long as they didn't hurt him he would generally in time warm up to them. But for Stefan there was that fear. No matter how nice they appeared to be upon first meeting. The woman was staring at him oddly. He met her eyes, although to him, it was grey on grey. She was really looking at him weird, and Stefan felt himself get embarrassed, the bruises must be so clear to this woman, and she was going to do something, tell someone. If he had had the energy he would've gotten up and left. Run away, but he was too tired, it had been too long a time since he'd gotten any proper sleep. He had no energy to get up and leave, so his other option, while not one he wanted was to stay. It would hopefully pass.

The Slytherin teen was looking at the woman as she stared at him, he couldn't understand, was she even seeing him. It was as if she was off in a trance. Stefan tore his eyes away and looked down at the ground. He didn't know what she was doing, it scared him. It made him wonder if there was maybe something wrong with her. Or if this woman wasn't actually there, and he was creating people in his mind. A part of him was sure that it wasn't his imagination. After all, why would he create a woman and not someone his own age. Stefan sighed and rubbed his eyes. Careful to not touch the bruise on the side of his face. He was also careful with his hands. To make sure he didn't make it any worse. Right now his hands weren't bad, a few older cuts and the new ones he'd gotten after being shoved out his father's car. Sitting next to the woman, he felt like he was about to break down. Like all his walls were just going to crumble. He was just going to be that teenager people talked about. Lost, confused, unable to make sense of the world and in so much physical pain. His whole body hurt, and he was just so unhappy with his life at home. The boy didn't think he could make it through another four weeks. Another four weeks of pure hell, that most would never experience ever in their life time. Maybe read about in a novel, but never know how it actually felt. Stefan looked back up to the woman, she appeared to covering her eyes. He looked at her, with an expression of is she crazy. But, he shook that away when it stopped, and then she was just looking at him normally. But there was something, as if she knew something. Since she looked to be feeling sorry for him. This made him feel ever worse. He brought a hand up to his face and once again carefully rubbed his eyes. He reopen his eyes and lowered his hands as she spoke, He shrugged, wondering what harm it could really do. She wouldn't see anything other than the new cuts, and possibly the many scars, like the one on the inside of his right palm, it had been a particularly bad cut, and had taken forever to heal, but the scar was still very clear against his pale skin. Stefan moved his hands towards her, careful, his right arm slower than his left, since the cut hurt when he moved his arm too much. There was a little bruise on his left wrist that just noticeable at the end of his sleeve. He didn't know what she was going to do. But, he really hoped it wouldn't hurt, but Stefan wouldn't not do as she said. She was older, and clearly an adult, and he always did as the adults said.

"It's fine, Nothing that time can't fix" Stefan said quietly. He looked from her to his hands. "I tripped." The boy explained to her, though she'd never asked for an explanation. He would be thankful if she could heal him, no questions asked. But Stefan doubted that was about to happen, he wasn't that lucky. Just as he looked back up at the woman, his stomach grumbled loudly. He felt himself get embarrassed, and unbeknownst to him, his cheeks turned a red color. It was hardly his fault he hadn't eaten since the dinner of the day before the one just been. And even at that it hadn't been a particularly filling meal. He looked down at his hands and just waited for her to do something. He just hoped that something would help him. "I'm sorry."​

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Nah, it was awesome

 

[Professor Elvera Le Fey]

Elvera saw that the boy was looking at her funny. "sorry, I Just thought I saw something" she said, she could feel herself blushing slightly. it wasn't that she wasn't gong to tell him, but she didn't want to intimidate him at all. she knew that telling someone that you were a seer and had just seen something terrible happening to them especially if she wasn't sure if it was the past or present, wasn't the best way to make someone feel comfortable. she was glad that he offered his hands for her to have a look at. "Lets see if we can speed time up a little." she said linking on to what he had said about time fixing it. she waved her wand and muttered an an incantation, first all of the dry blood washed away, at the second incantation the skin started to heal its self, it wasn't fully healed but it looked like it was a couple of weeks old. "I hope thats a little better for you, it shouldn't open up or get infected" she said putting her wand away. unfortunately that was the extent of her healing abilities, if she was confidant doing any more she would offer to, but she didn't want to make anything worse for him.
a minute later she heard a rumble she looked at the boy. "I think you are right, its about time for something to eat. I am sure Eden wont mind if some of her food goes missing. do you want anything" she said rummaging in the bags that she had been carrying and pulling put a bag of muffins. Morgan packed all sorts of yummy things in today there was a roast dinner, pumpkin soup, lamb stew as well as an assortment of muffins, and a few packs of jelly slugs. "Is surprising how fast she can get through all of this. she's pregnant" she added so that he didn't think that Eden was greedy. "It looks like they are white chocolate and raspberry, they are the best" she said offering the boy one and taking one for herself. that was her favourite flavour, but the apple and cinnamon ones were good too, no matter how hard she tried to make them she never made them as good as her mother did. it was something she could just never get the sour raspberries and sweet chocolate right, or they were too heavy. these were made by morgan she they would undoubtably be perfect.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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It had been days since the boy had last felt like a normal person, and even though there with the woman was far from normal he could at least claim that it also wasn't terrible. It wasn't like when he was with his father, or around the male professors. The constant paranoia of thinking they were going to hurt him. That the niceness was just a way to make him feel comfortable, and in fact they were just like his father. A man who he had long grown to mistrust. This didn't often spread to the woman in his life. The people in his year and those others around him, like the one in front of him. She appeared nice, and though it had been little weird, he was willing to put up with it, since he had nothing else. His hands had been in pain, the cuts stinging and his hands feeling bruised. Added onto everything else, it wasn't something that he wanted. His father however didn't care. He didn't care that one side of Stefan was a patch work of old and new bruises, that being repeatedly kicked on the floor was so terribly painful he always just wanted it to end. He wondered what the woman meant by saw something. He didn't know what there was to see about him, he was a poor Slytherin muggleborn, with no family that cared. Stefan Archer was hardly the poster boy for something to see. He had nothing, and he was sure the woman had no idea what that felt like. He would probably never know, and that was probably for the best, after all, he knew that if he knew her life story that no matter how hard he tried to tell himself that it was better than his he'd still feel bad about it, as if it was his fault, which it really was not. It couldn't be his fault, that would be a stupid and silly thought. The boy kept his hands out and just looked from her to them. His fingers much like the rest of his body were thin. And it was pretty clear that they'd been broken before. The pinky of his left hand more than once. Stefan didn't know what she was about to do, he was sure it was to do with magic, but Stefan had never let magic heal anything before. He'd been afraid of the side effects, what if it didn't work, or made it worse. He didn't think he could deal with that. So even as he was letting her he was worried. Stefan closed his eyes as she pointed her wand at his hands. There was a brief moment where there was a small tingling in his hand, but once it was over and the woman was talking again, he reopened his eyes and stared down at his hands. The cuts looked a couple of weeks old. That he could deal with, pretty simply. It didn't look too bad. His hands looked better, and he then noticed they didn't hurt any more. Everything was better. This did not however mean that he was going to go to the hospital wing any time soon. The people there would have too many questions. Like where did the cuts come from, who did it. This wasn't what he needed. Wizards looking into his personal life. He didn't want anyone to know about it. It was his, and it was awful so he had to hide it from people who would look down on him. Stefan didn't think people would even want to be around him if they really knew what his home life was like. If they knew in detail. "Thank you" The boy muttered, his tone almost in surprise. As if he was actually surprised that she was helping him. Clearly showing that people had stopped helping, but really for Stefan no one had ever started trying to help him. He'd always been a little alone, less so now, but his entire home life and the cuts which came with it, were something he'd always dealt with. Having this woman he didn't even know the name of help him was a huge leap for the Slytherin teen.

It wouldn't be the most obvious thing to the woman, but the Slytherin was a lot more thankful for her presence than he would ever admit. Without someone there, his thoughts would've gotten much darker, to places he didn't want to talk about. Having people around him that were not his father was good at keep him in a position where he didn't want to do something terrible. Stefan Archer had always managed to keep such thoughts at bay, but they were something that he now thought about a lot more. He had a lot more to lose, but his life was twice as hard as it had ever been, and he had more to deal with now than ever, friends, father, eye sight, school work. A whole set of things he'd never had to deal with before then, he wouldn't ever not follow the same path he had, but he didn't know how much more of it he could take. It was why having the woman beside him reminded him that there was still good in world. Still good people, and that was enough for him. At least for a little while. Stefan glanced up at the woman as she said it was time to eat, he wanted something from her, but shook his head. He didn't like taking food from people since he had no way of paying them back, but considering the boy hadn't eaten in a while, he was so hungry it could've been fish flavored cake things and he would've happily eaten them. But taking food from people was not something he actually liked doing. It was nice of them, but Stefan felt bad. So, like always despite how hungry he was, the boy shook his head. Even though she wasn't watching and was going through the bag. She talked of someone being pregnant. Stefan didn't know much about pregnancy, but if it meant she was hungry a lot he couldn't take her food. Stefan didn't care that he hadn't eaten in days, and that she'd probably be able to quite easily buy herself more food he didn't want to take it, since he really could give nothing in return to her. He'd also never tasted white chocolate. Stefan looked from the muffin to the woman. He knew that he must look hungry, his stomach had given that away, but he just couldn't take it. Stefan looked from the muffin to the woman, his stomach choosing that moment to grumble again.

"Thank you, but I can't take this. It's that girl, Eden's. She's pregnant. Plus I'm not hungry" This was so blatantly a lie, but Stefan would stick to it. He didn't want to take it. He knew it would be better for him if he did, but he didn't want to. "I'm sorry." Stefan repeated, he knew it wouldn't be enough and he knew that the woman would try to force the food upon him, and he at least wanted to apologize for it. He didn't mean to cause offense, or anything of that sort, he just didn't felt comfortable. "I'm sure they're lovely, I just can't"​

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[Professor Elvera Le Fey]

Elvera was gad that she had met stefan she enjoyed helping people, especially those who seemed to need it so much and not ask for it. she smiled when he thanked her. "no problem. just happy to help" she said. she realised that the boy was about the right age to have been at school when she was there, she tried to remember so see if she had met him before however she couldn't remember, she didn't think so. "do you go to Hogwarts New Zealand?" she asked wondering if he did. she had been a Ravenclaw at the school, she knew that it had been the best house for her but it wasn't the most social of houses. everyone was too busy studying most of the time. what no one else knew was that she had applied to return to the school next year as the divination professor, the Inner eye was not making enough money. She knew that it was because she and her mother were to generous and it wasn't popular shop and she didn't want it to close down as it had helped her mother so much, and she liked it. she hadn't heard if she had gotten the job yet and she wasn't going to tell anyone until she had heard. if she hadn't she would not tell anyone, however it was hard to keep things from a family of seers. she was just thankful that Morgan found it hard to see family members, and Eden had more than enough on her mind than to be spying on her twin, at least that is what she had hoped.
"she has loads of stuff and there are many more where that came from, I could just go and get some more from home, maybe have one for later, or something else if you want" she said, she could tell that he was lying but didn't want to make him feel bad. "I'm Elvera by the way. I work at the Inner eye in Makatu Mall." she said introducing herself to him.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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For the Slytherin teen there were few things he could take from people without feeling terrible for having it. Birthday gifts were one, since he generally didn't get any gifts so the small one he could put up with. It was when out ofthe blue someone tried to give him something it was awkward, since he could never give anything back, he had no money to his name and so few belongings that giving one away would mean he had just a little more than nothing. Which was saying something since he had so little already. The slytherin teen wondered why his father could not be as kind as the women in front of him, they'd just met and yet she'd been nicer to him in those few minutes than his father had been in many many years. He nodded as she asked if he went to Hogwarts, the boy didn't even know there were other schools he could've gone to. He wondered if he should tell the woman he was a slytherin, he wonder if this meant that she wouldn't to be around him because of the reputation that Slytherin's had. But Stefan was no like some of those within his house. He was the kind that sat in his dorm room, read his book and just got on with it. He barely talked and was at a disadvantage since he was muggleborn. But it would be okay. "Yeah, Slytherin." Stefan said. He still thought that no matter how bad the people could be t was a good house for him, he was able to just keep his head down and ignore people as they ignored him. "It's not as bad as people say. It's quiet and people keep to themselves. The whole problems is the darkness, I'm colourblind so it's difficult at times" When it came to slytherin Stefan always had a lot more to say. It was something he was fond of, maybe not entirely slytherin but the school in general, it made him think of his friends, and everything that was good in his life. That tended to get him to say more than he generally would but even that was not much. He felt a lot better talking a little of his school, his minds were no longer fixated on to the fact that he was at home with his father and that everything hurt in more ways than one. He was suddenly, even more pleased to have her around than before. He knew that she would at least keep him feeling a little better than before which was really saying something considering the kind of life he would go back to as soon as this was over. It was not that the slytherin wasn't already pleased for her company but it made him feel so much better than the day before. He had to continue just living and making it through each day, a much harder task for him than those around him. And it was not what he enjoyed thinking about.

Sighing slightly the Alytherin felt his stomach make a loud clear noise of hunger. For a moment all he could feel was that and the subsequent pain from it. He closed his eyes tightly and wrapped his right arm around his stomach, careful to not upset the gashes already on his arm. He took a deep breath and was thankful the woman still had the offer on the table, he took the muffin and while he wanted it for later dug his teeth in and took a small bite. It wasn't instantly better, but he was glad of something. The way the boy ate the muffin was half as if he was afraid she'd take it off him and half like the boy hadn't eaten in a long while. The latter one actually being true. Stefan took a second bite and chewed slowly. He smiled at the woman, giving his thanks in the smile. "Thank you." he said between bites. He didn't want to look so greedy, but Stefan had been so terribly hungry. And he had not eaten a muffin in so long that it was a little understandable that he was eating in such a fashion. Unlike for most others the Slytherin teen understood the importance of eating. He was always without unless at Hogwarts, so he had a completely different appreciation for the stuff than others that he knew. Stefan nodded as he introduced herself. He had never heard of the store. Or the mall for that matter. "Stefan" He said after swallowing the bite to eat. He was however hungry being careful, he didn't want to be sick. He'd said it so fleetingly as if it didn't matter what he was called, which was really the truth since, Stefan didn't think he mattered that much at all. "Wheres Makatu Mall?" Stefan asked, curious about where and what it was.​

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Out of Character:

Sorry it took so long, and it's so lame

 

[Professor Elvera Le Fey]

Out of Character:

dont worry about it having taken a while, i have had a few other big plots going on in the last few days so it was good for me. and i don't think it is lame. Mine however is

Elvera smiled when he said that he was in slytherin and then immediately began defending the house. "most of my friends were in that house. I myself was a Ravenclaw there" she said. she hadn't had many friends at the school but most of them had been slytherin, and a few in her own house. but she had spent most of her time on her own studying. she want quite sure on what to say she he said that he was colourblind. instead she nodded "that must be tough." she said unable to think of anything else to say. she sometimes had the opposite problem, she would see too much, but she was learning to control that pretty well. she was glad that he took the muffin and started eating it "No worries." she said taking another mouthful of her cake. "Nice to meet you Stefan." she said genuinely glad that she had met the boy. "The mall is on the south island. you can get to it via ferry form here or Brightstone" she said. pointing towards the part of the harbour where the ferry left. she herself usually operated, more for convenient and cheeper than the boat, although the boat ride was enjoyable.