Javarius Askolov
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Javarius walked the busy streets with his head down and hood up. It was night, and he needed to find a place to sleep. His clothes were muddy and wet. Javar had been living like this for three years. He did not know how he had managed to make it this long. Ever since he had stowed away on a cruise from Australia to New Zealand he had been living like this. He hated his adopted parents. They did not understand why he was so reclusive, and why he refused to get close to anyone. He decided to run away. Just last year he dropped out of Durmstrang. His adopted parents were rich, and they could give him any and everything he wanted. They forced him to call them mother and father, but Javar could not get his real mother out of his head. She abandoned him at an orphanage in Australia when he was six. His mother was beautiful woman. Her blonde hair was always curly and in some type of pretty hairstyle. Her skin was pale, but she always managed to pull it off. His mother abandoning him still had an effect on him. He could never get over it. He dreamed about his mother every night. He wished he could see her again. He wished he could feel his mother's embrace once more. "You are going to stay here now, okay my love?" her last words were like daggers in his heart. Javar sat down in front of a small building. It had started to rain. He pulled his knees to his chest. He stared at the hard cement floor.