Grause Hitchins
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- Holly/Ebony Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Griffin Feather
Feeling almost suffocated in the castle surrounded by people 24/7 had drawn out all the sociability Vydráel felt he had left! He didn't mind being nice and courteous but in all the places he had been, he had no need to talk to people all the time.
almost physically exhausted from the recent D.A.D.A. training also gave him another excuse to seek out a spot near the lake and he eagerly took an excuse to watch the landscape without anyone around.
Vydráel stiffened his back so he was sitting straight after he had landed rather hard on the ground. Not caring for the pain that shot through his head and almost had him spinning, grinning at the unusual pain from what should have just been a jolt. He surveyed around him and decided it was peaceful enough. Folding his arms across his chest and tucking his legs as close to his body as he could, he closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.
As his body quietly relaxed to his surroundings and became aware of all the little sounds around him, even some sounds from things under the water. His mother had called this Deep Meditation when she found him doing this in his bedroom one night, thankfully she was never around to witness what usually happened before he went too deep. His body rose about two or three inches off the ground and he almost gasped as the feeling of gravity slackened. Nothing mattered to him at this moment, he felt almost within his element.
On his first day of primary school he had been laughed at by his entire class when they learnt his last name Wyvernblood and he found that year after year, it didn't matter who heard the name: they would hate it. At hogwarts he was almost shocked to discover his name was nothing new, he took heart... however little it helped heal some of the grievances his name caused his life.
He reflected on the day one of the schools biggest bullies had taken an interest in causing Vydráel as much bodily harm as possible while the teacher wasn't watching. He remembered every punch, kick, pinch and then headbut near the end and didn't once give the 'stupid fat boy' the benefit of watching Vydráel cry or so much as blink. His only defence was resisting the pain and he become good at it, too good he thought to himself, I had become so used to this that i thought it was normal... This school, its different or maybe I'm different
Only being here a few days and nights had changed his life slightly and he felt a little unsure if it was a good or bad thing. Sooner or later he would have to face such torment again, at least this time he knew of a world he could escape to when problems began and grinned at the prospect. His concentration faltered at this point and he met gravity painfully on the ground and bit back a cry of pain as his head jerked back at an uncomfortable angle.
He sighed and lay on his back instead.
almost physically exhausted from the recent D.A.D.A. training also gave him another excuse to seek out a spot near the lake and he eagerly took an excuse to watch the landscape without anyone around.
Vydráel stiffened his back so he was sitting straight after he had landed rather hard on the ground. Not caring for the pain that shot through his head and almost had him spinning, grinning at the unusual pain from what should have just been a jolt. He surveyed around him and decided it was peaceful enough. Folding his arms across his chest and tucking his legs as close to his body as he could, he closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.
As his body quietly relaxed to his surroundings and became aware of all the little sounds around him, even some sounds from things under the water. His mother had called this Deep Meditation when she found him doing this in his bedroom one night, thankfully she was never around to witness what usually happened before he went too deep. His body rose about two or three inches off the ground and he almost gasped as the feeling of gravity slackened. Nothing mattered to him at this moment, he felt almost within his element.
On his first day of primary school he had been laughed at by his entire class when they learnt his last name Wyvernblood and he found that year after year, it didn't matter who heard the name: they would hate it. At hogwarts he was almost shocked to discover his name was nothing new, he took heart... however little it helped heal some of the grievances his name caused his life.
He reflected on the day one of the schools biggest bullies had taken an interest in causing Vydráel as much bodily harm as possible while the teacher wasn't watching. He remembered every punch, kick, pinch and then headbut near the end and didn't once give the 'stupid fat boy' the benefit of watching Vydráel cry or so much as blink. His only defence was resisting the pain and he become good at it, too good he thought to himself, I had become so used to this that i thought it was normal... This school, its different or maybe I'm different
Only being here a few days and nights had changed his life slightly and he felt a little unsure if it was a good or bad thing. Sooner or later he would have to face such torment again, at least this time he knew of a world he could escape to when problems began and grinned at the prospect. His concentration faltered at this point and he met gravity painfully on the ground and bit back a cry of pain as his head jerked back at an uncomfortable angle.
He sighed and lay on his back instead.
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