Aras Ragauskas
Orphan | Survivor | Leaf on the wind
- Messages
- 23
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 12
The large double door creaked open, his shadow stretched across the floor, cast by the light behind him coming from the ground floor. Aras stepped in the empty Great Hall, closing behind him the door as slowly and as quietly as possible, carrying only his dear wand. Another night that thoughts were tormenting him, averting him from falling asleep and the dormitory along with the common room were feeling more like a cage rather than a sanctuary. Whenever he needed some alone time to clean his head, Aras always turned to the night sky and its jewels. For the chilly night it was, the only option left was the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall and he was rewarded above and beyond what he expected. The slowly spiraling galaxies overhead, against dark background were the only source of light at the moment in the hall, casting a soothing, mystic azure glow on the stone walls.
Mesmerized by the scene he paced towards the center of the room, looking high at the interstellar spectacle. He didn't dare to spoil this ambiance with a wand-lighting charm. He simply sprawled on a bench, putting on his sweatshirt's hood for cushion and just gazed the magic, letting a sigh of contentment. Soon he was reflected on the events that changed his life the past one year. This is were his dreaded nightmares were stemming from. He had survived a werewolves' attack but he had lost so many things other than his left eye. At the same time he always tried to be grateful for being alive and given the opportunity to do something better with his life other than wandering and scavenging. He had to admit to himself though that he had missed following Minoas, his guardian, to crazy adventures but understood that his decision of enrolling him to Hogwarts was for his own good. There were some times that he really wanted to flee, enter the Forbidden Forest and walk away from Hogwarts. Then there were these majestic little things, like the enchanted ceiling he was currently admiring, that were winning him over and changing his mind. He had to give this place a chance, be patient and eventually feel like he belonged here. He owned that to Minoas who had been there for him.
Without the flames cracking in the fireplaces, the Great Hall was quite chilly. Aras shoved his cold hands in his sweatshirt's front pouches and watched as the dusty cloud of an iridescent nebula expanded slowly like a divine breath. It finally lulled him into dreamless sleep.
Mesmerized by the scene he paced towards the center of the room, looking high at the interstellar spectacle. He didn't dare to spoil this ambiance with a wand-lighting charm. He simply sprawled on a bench, putting on his sweatshirt's hood for cushion and just gazed the magic, letting a sigh of contentment. Soon he was reflected on the events that changed his life the past one year. This is were his dreaded nightmares were stemming from. He had survived a werewolves' attack but he had lost so many things other than his left eye. At the same time he always tried to be grateful for being alive and given the opportunity to do something better with his life other than wandering and scavenging. He had to admit to himself though that he had missed following Minoas, his guardian, to crazy adventures but understood that his decision of enrolling him to Hogwarts was for his own good. There were some times that he really wanted to flee, enter the Forbidden Forest and walk away from Hogwarts. Then there were these majestic little things, like the enchanted ceiling he was currently admiring, that were winning him over and changing his mind. He had to give this place a chance, be patient and eventually feel like he belonged here. He owned that to Minoas who had been there for him.
Without the flames cracking in the fireplaces, the Great Hall was quite chilly. Aras shoved his cold hands in his sweatshirt's front pouches and watched as the dusty cloud of an iridescent nebula expanded slowly like a divine breath. It finally lulled him into dreamless sleep.