- Messages
- 560
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curly 12 1/2 Inch Rigid Willow Wand with Fairy Wing Core
- Age
- 11
Godmods of Ares approved
Freddie sat in the wide corridor window, chewing the cuff of his sleeve. It wasn't in his head; Ares was messing with him. He was. He was trying to make him mad. He'd never done anything that bad - nothing that would sound bad on paper - but Freddie felt like he was being tortured. Wherever he went, there was Ares: grinning at him from across the room, copying the way he sat, nudging him as he walked past - always accidentally-on-purpose, of course. Freddie was going to lose it. He kept quiet, clenched his fists, held it in, but every time he saw the Gryffindor, he wanted to kick something.
There was an open Herbology book on his lap, but he couldn't read it. As soon as he looked down, Ares would come around the corner to annoy him, like he always did. Where else was Freddie supposed to go? Nowhere really felt safe. Only his dormitory - but he couldn't hide in there all day. People would start asking why he never came out. Anyway, he had as much right to be down here as anyone else. Ares was the one who should go away. Nobody would miss him.
A few more minutes passed. Freddie tried to read, but no matter how many times his eyes scrolled across the words, they wouldn't go in. His throat was getting tighter and tighter, his face hotter and hotter. He gave up and pushed the book off his lap, letting it tumble to the floor. That was stupid. He didn't even feel better.
There was an open Herbology book on his lap, but he couldn't read it. As soon as he looked down, Ares would come around the corner to annoy him, like he always did. Where else was Freddie supposed to go? Nowhere really felt safe. Only his dormitory - but he couldn't hide in there all day. People would start asking why he never came out. Anyway, he had as much right to be down here as anyone else. Ares was the one who should go away. Nobody would miss him.
A few more minutes passed. Freddie tried to read, but no matter how many times his eyes scrolled across the words, they wouldn't go in. His throat was getting tighter and tighter, his face hotter and hotter. He gave up and pushed the book off his lap, letting it tumble to the floor. That was stupid. He didn't even feel better.
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