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It was a very important day for Stefan Mason Archer. It was the first time that he'd woken up happy and even excited. Stefan had never had much in life, not much to get excited over, not much to be happy about, and not much to smile about. But, today was the first of April. It was of little relevance to most, but for Stefan Archer it was a day that until a few months before hadn't excited him. However on the morning, when the Slytherin woke, he had a smile on his face, and he was excited. His mind would not stray to his father. He felt confident. Confident enough to remove the bandages and roll his sleeves up. Stefan was never like this. He was a boy of boundaries, secrets and darkness. But, today was April First and it was Stefan Mason Archer's twelve birthday. He was a year older. He'd made it to 12. And for once he knew he would not get the story of how his mother died on his birthday two years after he was born. He would not get the story of how much his father blamed him for his mother's death. He wouldn't be reminded that his colourblindness made him a lesser human. Not close to human His father would yell. It wasn't his father who reminded that it was his birthday this year. He was away from that man, and for Stefan his life could not look any better than it was in that morning. He was for the first time ever happy about his birthday. There were no fears clearly shown. There was no worry. There was just Stefan. And the boy he was without the hard outer shell. Without the constant worry, and thoughts of how his father was right. Yes, he was colourblind. But, today, Stefan smiled at his black, white and grey reflection. He looked at his body and was not annoyed at the bruises or scars. Today would be a good day, and nothing would stop Stefan Mason Archer from feeling that way. The fact he didn't have any present, didn't affect him at all. He was used to that, just the fact he could do what he wanted on his birthday was what kept him smiling. And Kept him happy.
Having little experience in celebrating his Birthday, Stefan hadn't even told all his friends that it would be his birthday. A few knew. But Stefan hadn't told very many, and he had not organized anything so he could celebrate it with others, but this didn't annoy Stefan Archer. The colourblind boy, was happy to celebrate his twelve birthday alone. It would be a million times better than any other birthday he'd had before. It maybe wouldn't make his birthday terribly interesting, but, it didn't bother Stefan. He was just happy that it was his birthday. The simple things were what Stefan really enjoyed. The sun rising. The cool autumn air. The slowly shortening days. It was those things that made Stefan smile. It wouldn't ever be the big things. Presents meant little to him. He wouldn't know what to do, so, Stefan Archer was happy to on the first of April, to get up, get dressed and just head out. Stefan's black eye was almost completely gone. He was beginning to get a more normal colour to his face. The other bruises, were fading. Slower than his eye, just due to the sheer amount. But, today, Stefan was walking, with his jumper tied around his waist. Lightly of course. The bruises on his stomach were not on show, but the bruises on his left arm were, and so were the bruises that went from his shoulder and the top part of his chest to his mid back. Some of them could be seen too, but it really didn't bother Stefan. he was happy, and no matter what happened in this day, he wanted to be happy. He didn't want to feel closed off, and separate. He wanted normality, and not having to always were his jumper properly was how Stefan achieved that. He was heading to the kitchens, where the weird creatures lived, so he could get food. He was heading to village. He knew that there was a grass area. And since the sky was a perfect blue, with only small clouds, Stefan decided he'd go out. But he needed food.
After getting an abundance of food from the kitchens, Stefan had just started walking to Brightstone Village. He wasn't busying himself with looking around. He knew where he was going, so with his mind set, he just walked. It didn't take long for Stefan to reach the grass area that he wanted. And he was glad, when it appeared to be alone. Stefan from his bag took out a blanket, and put it out onto the grass. And after removing a little of the food from the bag, lay himself against the blanket, letting his blue eyes find there way to the sky above. Under his breathe Stefan was humming the tune to Happy Birthday. He was smiling. He was happy, and the sun was warming him. Stefan sat up and with a smile took a bite into a sandwich, and was thankful for such a start to his 12th birthday. He was thankful, because his life was better now. And because he'd made it another year. Mentally raising a glass in his mind, "Happy Birthday, Stefan" Stefan muttered to himself. For the first time in his short life, actually smiling because it was a day that was meant for him, and finally he was enjoying just for exactly that. Now all he needed were friends, to see past the outer shell of bruises, paleness, and colourblind and just enjoy Stefan Mason Archer's Birthday with Stefan.
Having little experience in celebrating his Birthday, Stefan hadn't even told all his friends that it would be his birthday. A few knew. But Stefan hadn't told very many, and he had not organized anything so he could celebrate it with others, but this didn't annoy Stefan Archer. The colourblind boy, was happy to celebrate his twelve birthday alone. It would be a million times better than any other birthday he'd had before. It maybe wouldn't make his birthday terribly interesting, but, it didn't bother Stefan. He was just happy that it was his birthday. The simple things were what Stefan really enjoyed. The sun rising. The cool autumn air. The slowly shortening days. It was those things that made Stefan smile. It wouldn't ever be the big things. Presents meant little to him. He wouldn't know what to do, so, Stefan Archer was happy to on the first of April, to get up, get dressed and just head out. Stefan's black eye was almost completely gone. He was beginning to get a more normal colour to his face. The other bruises, were fading. Slower than his eye, just due to the sheer amount. But, today, Stefan was walking, with his jumper tied around his waist. Lightly of course. The bruises on his stomach were not on show, but the bruises on his left arm were, and so were the bruises that went from his shoulder and the top part of his chest to his mid back. Some of them could be seen too, but it really didn't bother Stefan. he was happy, and no matter what happened in this day, he wanted to be happy. He didn't want to feel closed off, and separate. He wanted normality, and not having to always were his jumper properly was how Stefan achieved that. He was heading to the kitchens, where the weird creatures lived, so he could get food. He was heading to village. He knew that there was a grass area. And since the sky was a perfect blue, with only small clouds, Stefan decided he'd go out. But he needed food.
After getting an abundance of food from the kitchens, Stefan had just started walking to Brightstone Village. He wasn't busying himself with looking around. He knew where he was going, so with his mind set, he just walked. It didn't take long for Stefan to reach the grass area that he wanted. And he was glad, when it appeared to be alone. Stefan from his bag took out a blanket, and put it out onto the grass. And after removing a little of the food from the bag, lay himself against the blanket, letting his blue eyes find there way to the sky above. Under his breathe Stefan was humming the tune to Happy Birthday. He was smiling. He was happy, and the sun was warming him. Stefan sat up and with a smile took a bite into a sandwich, and was thankful for such a start to his 12th birthday. He was thankful, because his life was better now. And because he'd made it another year. Mentally raising a glass in his mind, "Happy Birthday, Stefan" Stefan muttered to himself. For the first time in his short life, actually smiling because it was a day that was meant for him, and finally he was enjoying just for exactly that. Now all he needed were friends, to see past the outer shell of bruises, paleness, and colourblind and just enjoy Stefan Mason Archer's Birthday with Stefan.
- Out of Character:
It's only for people who have gotten invites.
If you character has met Stefan, but you haven't
gotten an invite, PM me, and you will get one.
it's most likely Because I forgot to send you one.
I have an awful memory.