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As the rain pelted down harder than it had brief moments before, the Slytherin boy cursed his choice of day to leave the house. Of all the days of summer he had to chose from, this one had to be the one he picked. Obviously the teen had no idea that they weather be the way that it was being, but it still didn't make him feel happy about it. The jumper and t-shirt that he was wearing were stuck to his body because of how wet they were. His dark jeans had changed colour slightly due to the rain, this was something the Slytherin couldn't see. Due to the very fact that he was completely colourblind. The entire world around him was in nothing but black, white and grey. Stefan Archer had long grown used to seeing in such a fashion. He didn't exactly like it, but putting up with it was what he did. Like most others things that had once occurred, and where still occurring in the slytherin's life. It was why, part of the teen was actually glad of the weather. It was dark-ish, and overcast, his eyes were good with balance of light. The rain made it a little more difficult, but he still found himself feeling better than he would if it had been bright and sunny. The rain helped him feel calm. Which considering his situation was saying something. Stefan Archer did not often feel calm, but even with it raining heavily upon him the boy could hardly deny that it did feel somewhat perfect. The rain was the only noise the boy could hear. The soft pitter patter of rain drops hit the ground, or the leaves. In his house, there was an eerie silence, generally followed by his father yelling at what a complete waste of space the Slytherin was which was closed followed by the distinct sound of fists hitting bones and flesh. It was why, in the noise the rain gave, he could feel his breathing even out, despite how much it hurt to breath at times, his mind slowed, and everything seemed less important. Rain was just one of those times, when Stefan Archer really and truly felt like everything was going to be okay. That his life would at one point getting better. Like his life was a really long drought, and all he was doing was waiting for the rain to fall. Making his life bearable rather than unbearable as it really was for him. As much as he would never tell anyone about his father, it didn't mean he liked the man. He understood why his father did what he did. Stefan understood that he was a failure, that he was unwanted, less than human and deserved to be treated as such, but it did not mean that Stefan had any positive feelings for his father. Other than the necessary ones, considering the man was still his father. With no one else left, it didn't matter what his father did, he'd stick with him. Stefan's father did not understand that this was Stefan's line of thought, but it wasn't like Stefan had ever gotten the opportunity to tell him.
It was his only day out of the house for the holidays and Stefan was no sitting at a bench just outside the village staring blankly into space as the rain poured down up his body. His hood was down, and his dark brown hair was slicked back due to the amount of rain that had fallen on him. He'd had a pretty good morning so far, well after he'd left the house. Since he was pretty sure that his father's actions before leaving the house had caused a bruise to form on his shoulders and on his stomach. But after being dropped off, his day had gotten a whole lot better. He'd eaten. For the first time in a day and a half. He felt relaxed, he'd met someone new. And despite how exhausted he was, the boy was still more awake than he had been in a long while. And it felt good. Being on his own in the rain felt good. He felt free and able to just breath. This was a feeling he'd not felt in a long while. Not since he'd last been at School before the school had stopped for the summer holiday's. Which while it had not been that long before, to the Slytherin it felt like an entire lifetime. The slytherin boy glanced around him. He couldn't really see anyone around him, his eye sight was still poor, no matter what the lighting was like. He sat leaning lightly on the back of the bench. Vaguely aware that if anyone sat down next to him, the first thing they'd see would be the bruise on the side of his face. It was a pretty horrible colour, but in that moment he didn't care, he'd long since stopped hiding the bruises and cuts on his face. His sleeves were rolled down and there was only a tiny bit of his bruised right hand visible. It was weird he thought, that people just seemed to stay pretty far away from the rain. As if it was almost acidic, where as the Slytherin boy loved being in it. Sure during the winter months at home, rain was more annoying than anything, it was cold and Stefan spent most of his time wishing it would stop. But, in Summer rain was perfect. Stefan Archer kept his dark blue eyes looking straight forward into the distance, clearly lost in thought, as the rain poured down around him. Washing away with it, all bad thoughts that were running threw Stefan's mind. The rain dripping down the boy's thin, frail frame
<SIZE size="50">It was his only day out of the house for the holidays and Stefan was no sitting at a bench just outside the village staring blankly into space as the rain poured down up his body. His hood was down, and his dark brown hair was slicked back due to the amount of rain that had fallen on him. He'd had a pretty good morning so far, well after he'd left the house. Since he was pretty sure that his father's actions before leaving the house had caused a bruise to form on his shoulders and on his stomach. But after being dropped off, his day had gotten a whole lot better. He'd eaten. For the first time in a day and a half. He felt relaxed, he'd met someone new. And despite how exhausted he was, the boy was still more awake than he had been in a long while. And it felt good. Being on his own in the rain felt good. He felt free and able to just breath. This was a feeling he'd not felt in a long while. Not since he'd last been at School before the school had stopped for the summer holiday's. Which while it had not been that long before, to the Slytherin it felt like an entire lifetime. The slytherin boy glanced around him. He couldn't really see anyone around him, his eye sight was still poor, no matter what the lighting was like. He sat leaning lightly on the back of the bench. Vaguely aware that if anyone sat down next to him, the first thing they'd see would be the bruise on the side of his face. It was a pretty horrible colour, but in that moment he didn't care, he'd long since stopped hiding the bruises and cuts on his face. His sleeves were rolled down and there was only a tiny bit of his bruised right hand visible. It was weird he thought, that people just seemed to stay pretty far away from the rain. As if it was almost acidic, where as the Slytherin boy loved being in it. Sure during the winter months at home, rain was more annoying than anything, it was cold and Stefan spent most of his time wishing it would stop. But, in Summer rain was perfect. Stefan Archer kept his dark blue eyes looking straight forward into the distance, clearly lost in thought, as the rain poured down around him. Washing away with it, all bad thoughts that were running threw Stefan's mind. The rain dripping down the boy's thin, frail frame