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[Sorry about the title, couldn't think of anything else, and it was the name of the song I was listening to]
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<SIZE size="50">Stefan Archer hated the holidays. These were the times of the year, where Stefan was forced back to his
home, to live like he had before Hogwarts. He had been happy to finally escaped the mental and phyiscal
torture inflicted upon him everyday. But, now it was the holidays and he was back home. The car ride had
been awkward to say the least. And while other families had been tucking into large dinners, Stefan had
barely anything to eat. He was hungry. And he'd never felt hungry when he had little food. Hogwarts had
completely changed his body. He had gained some weight, and was now quickly losing it. Stefan hadn't
spoken since he had left the train. He had anew a black eye. From the first night, when his father had
gotten so drunk, he'd just lashed out at Stefan who had been forced to clean the kitchen, to make up
for being away for so long. His lip had also burst, but unlike the black eye, it was not so visible. Stefan
was going through Hell. Being at Hogwarts had made him forget, about how his home life really was. He
had smiled at Hogwarts. He had had fun. He had been free. Now, he was back, where nothing went his
way. Where his life was fear. Stefan felt so alone. He wanted to just leave. He wanted to go back, to
where he was alone, but surround by others. Somewhere where being colourblind, was not something
that gave a family member the right to be more than awful. Stefan wanted to be with friends. Always.
Stefan Archer's father, had laughed at the bruise upon his son's stomach. He taken pleasure in punching
him in the same place. Stefan had a pretty nasty bruise now, and it hurt more than anything. He couldn't
even bend forward without feeling immense pain. Stefan, however after the first week was over, finally
plucked up the courage, and actually spoke to his father. It wasn't much. He asked to be taken to the local
wizarding town to get supplies for the next year. Stefan knew his father had to say yes, he didn't want
Stefan to go back without the supplies, because it would too clearly state what the home life was like,
and would show Stefan's father to be poor. Something they weren't, but were. Stefan had less than nothing.
Though, Stefan smiled as his father agreed to take him. His father had taken his wand upon arrival. So he
didn't fear that Stefan would fight. Hurriedly, the Colourblind boy went to his room, and took his jumper. He
would not need much, it was summer. Stefan stuffed a few quills in his pocket and went back to his father.
Who took a lot longer to get ready. After, being pinned against the wall, and threatened about the consequences
of leaving. Not to mention the sharp back handed slap, he'd gotten for not meeting his fathers beedy eyes
while he spoke, they were finally able to leave. Stefan now had a stingy check, but it did not bother him. He
was happy to just be going out. Even for a little while. Stefan had no intendtion of leaving. He had nowhere
to go. Hogwarts was far away, and he didn't know where it was exactly. And he knew his father would just
track him down. And bring him back. And he need a home for winter.
After a long-ish car journey, Stefan arrived on the outskirts of the town. It would be at least a ten minute
walk to get to the town itself. He turned to his father, waiting to be allowed to go, hoping that his father
would not in fact change his mind. But after a glare from his father, Stefan got the nod, and left the car
as quickly as he could without appearing so. He began walking away, not bothering to glance back at the
car. He just walked. It was bright, and this it difficult for the colourblind boy to see, but he was just happy
to get out. To have some fresh air. As he walked Stefan realised how hungry he was. So, the first thing he
did upon getting into the main street, was buy something to eat. He bought an apple. And this purchase,
left him with little extra money. But, Stefan was glad to have something to eat. He bit into it and took a
large bite. The apple's sourness did however cause Stefan to wince in pain slightly, due to the cut on his
lip. But he didn't mind. It was midday, and the streets were packed. People were happy. He just smiled to
himself as he saw there happiness. He got some odd stares. And as he glanced into the window reflection
and managed to actually see himself, he realised the black eye was pretty bad, and that he had something
dark on his cheek too. (the slap had caused a mark upon his cheek). Stefan pushed up his sleeves, as it
was hot, and all the other, now fainter scars became clear. Stefan knew that people would make the right
assumption about his home life. But it did not mean that he actually told them.
Stefan Archer entered the kids parks and took a seat upon the swing. He swung himself back and forth,
and wondered why the park was basically empty. It was a sunny bright day. But, Stefan didn't mind. He
was free. For a little while. He took another hungry bite from the apple. Glad to be out the house. Glad to
have the warm sun upon his skin, even if it meant that he could hardly see. A smile was upon Stefan's
face. He was actually happy, despite it all. Despite the fact he would have to return to his home, his father
and be faced with more punches and kicks. Stefan was sat carefully on the swing. He didn't want to worsen
the bruise on his stomach. But, this didn't bother Stefan in this moment. He liked the normality, of just
being in a park.
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<SIZE size="50">Stefan Archer hated the holidays. These were the times of the year, where Stefan was forced back to his
home, to live like he had before Hogwarts. He had been happy to finally escaped the mental and phyiscal
torture inflicted upon him everyday. But, now it was the holidays and he was back home. The car ride had
been awkward to say the least. And while other families had been tucking into large dinners, Stefan had
barely anything to eat. He was hungry. And he'd never felt hungry when he had little food. Hogwarts had
completely changed his body. He had gained some weight, and was now quickly losing it. Stefan hadn't
spoken since he had left the train. He had anew a black eye. From the first night, when his father had
gotten so drunk, he'd just lashed out at Stefan who had been forced to clean the kitchen, to make up
for being away for so long. His lip had also burst, but unlike the black eye, it was not so visible. Stefan
was going through Hell. Being at Hogwarts had made him forget, about how his home life really was. He
had smiled at Hogwarts. He had had fun. He had been free. Now, he was back, where nothing went his
way. Where his life was fear. Stefan felt so alone. He wanted to just leave. He wanted to go back, to
where he was alone, but surround by others. Somewhere where being colourblind, was not something
that gave a family member the right to be more than awful. Stefan wanted to be with friends. Always.
Stefan Archer's father, had laughed at the bruise upon his son's stomach. He taken pleasure in punching
him in the same place. Stefan had a pretty nasty bruise now, and it hurt more than anything. He couldn't
even bend forward without feeling immense pain. Stefan, however after the first week was over, finally
plucked up the courage, and actually spoke to his father. It wasn't much. He asked to be taken to the local
wizarding town to get supplies for the next year. Stefan knew his father had to say yes, he didn't want
Stefan to go back without the supplies, because it would too clearly state what the home life was like,
and would show Stefan's father to be poor. Something they weren't, but were. Stefan had less than nothing.
Though, Stefan smiled as his father agreed to take him. His father had taken his wand upon arrival. So he
didn't fear that Stefan would fight. Hurriedly, the Colourblind boy went to his room, and took his jumper. He
would not need much, it was summer. Stefan stuffed a few quills in his pocket and went back to his father.
Who took a lot longer to get ready. After, being pinned against the wall, and threatened about the consequences
of leaving. Not to mention the sharp back handed slap, he'd gotten for not meeting his fathers beedy eyes
while he spoke, they were finally able to leave. Stefan now had a stingy check, but it did not bother him. He
was happy to just be going out. Even for a little while. Stefan had no intendtion of leaving. He had nowhere
to go. Hogwarts was far away, and he didn't know where it was exactly. And he knew his father would just
track him down. And bring him back. And he need a home for winter.
After a long-ish car journey, Stefan arrived on the outskirts of the town. It would be at least a ten minute
walk to get to the town itself. He turned to his father, waiting to be allowed to go, hoping that his father
would not in fact change his mind. But after a glare from his father, Stefan got the nod, and left the car
as quickly as he could without appearing so. He began walking away, not bothering to glance back at the
car. He just walked. It was bright, and this it difficult for the colourblind boy to see, but he was just happy
to get out. To have some fresh air. As he walked Stefan realised how hungry he was. So, the first thing he
did upon getting into the main street, was buy something to eat. He bought an apple. And this purchase,
left him with little extra money. But, Stefan was glad to have something to eat. He bit into it and took a
large bite. The apple's sourness did however cause Stefan to wince in pain slightly, due to the cut on his
lip. But he didn't mind. It was midday, and the streets were packed. People were happy. He just smiled to
himself as he saw there happiness. He got some odd stares. And as he glanced into the window reflection
and managed to actually see himself, he realised the black eye was pretty bad, and that he had something
dark on his cheek too. (the slap had caused a mark upon his cheek). Stefan pushed up his sleeves, as it
was hot, and all the other, now fainter scars became clear. Stefan knew that people would make the right
assumption about his home life. But it did not mean that he actually told them.
Stefan Archer entered the kids parks and took a seat upon the swing. He swung himself back and forth,
and wondered why the park was basically empty. It was a sunny bright day. But, Stefan didn't mind. He
was free. For a little while. He took another hungry bite from the apple. Glad to be out the house. Glad to
have the warm sun upon his skin, even if it meant that he could hardly see. A smile was upon Stefan's
face. He was actually happy, despite it all. Despite the fact he would have to return to his home, his father
and be faced with more punches and kicks. Stefan was sat carefully on the swing. He didn't want to worsen
the bruise on his stomach. But, this didn't bother Stefan in this moment. He liked the normality, of just
being in a park.