- Messages
- 89
- Wand
- Straight 14 1/2" Sturdy Hawthorn Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 3/2008
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<SIZE size="50">Being alone in a huge house was unnerving. It filled the teen sitting in the guest bedroom with dread. It was the kind of time when he needed someone or even something to talk to. A pet would've sufficed. But alas, he found himself alone. Sitting in a house that wasn't his, with only the simple sound of heavy rain hitting the windows of the house. It wasn't a place where his mind set was safe from drifting back his home, and his problems. The problem being that his now almost everything around him reminded him of her. He saw her everywhere, even though he knew it was just his mind playing cruel tricks on him. His missed her every second of everyday. She was the first girl he had truly fallen in love with, and he believed that he would never fall in love again. It wasn't possible. He wouldn't let it. This much heartache was not worth a simple time with a girl. But here his mind was drifting again. He didn't want to think such things. He didn't want her to continue plaguing his mind. A constant reminder of what he didn't have. After all the entire point of being in New Zealand was so he could have his mind off her. It had worked pretty well up until then. This was the first time he'd been alone since landing, this thought would've annoyed him. He was a teen that liked being away from prying eyes from time to time. Be then, he wasn't so keen. He needed his cousin. He needed someone to talk to. In the end the teen decided that the only way he was going to be able to deal with this lonilness, was by heading out into the village. A thought that would've once annoyed him, but clearly no longer did. Putting on his dark jeans, white v-neck and a large navy blue jumper, that was a few sizes too big for him, despite the teen built stature. He played a lot of sport when he was at home, despite being sixteen he wasn't scrawny anymore. He had been for a very short time, but he'd learned it was little use to him being small. Putting his trainers on he grabbed his keys and headed out of the house. He wasn't very good with rain, he was constantly forgetting that it wouldn't just not rain on him. It was the sole reason why each time he went out in New Zealand when it was raining he easily forgot to take something thick or waterproof. But his head was never in the right place. He was always forgetting the little things, keys, phone, money, jacket. He wasn't ever thinking right. His mind was only ever half on what it needed to be.
Tessin Lochan walked the short distance from the house to the wizarding area. It was a walk he'd done often with his cousin who liked showing him over and over. Showing him the same stores and encouraging him to eat the same food over and over. Routine, that's what they believed would help him. Surprisingly for a guy who preferred spontaneity this routine was odd but it helped. It took his mind off it, off everything. He needed it. That had surprised him more. He's thought he was doing well, but he hadn't he'd been kidding himself that he was doing okay. Everything had been a reminder. Everything just felt worse and worse, here in New Zealand, things were better. He knew it. It was better. But walking down the street he was sure she was walking in front of him. In the rain he was sure that he could see her in the distance. Tessin called out her name. He started into a jog towards where he was sure she was. This happened to Lochie often. He was always thinking that he was seeing her. He would follow her up until he could no longer tell if she was still in front of him. Is wasn't a good sign, and it was only because he was alone that he followed. Lochie wasn't looking where he was running, he was just running and as he slowed he didn't notice the other person. He ran right into them, falling to the floor, hoping the other person would be okay.
Tessin Lochan walked the short distance from the house to the wizarding area. It was a walk he'd done often with his cousin who liked showing him over and over. Showing him the same stores and encouraging him to eat the same food over and over. Routine, that's what they believed would help him. Surprisingly for a guy who preferred spontaneity this routine was odd but it helped. It took his mind off it, off everything. He needed it. That had surprised him more. He's thought he was doing well, but he hadn't he'd been kidding himself that he was doing okay. Everything had been a reminder. Everything just felt worse and worse, here in New Zealand, things were better. He knew it. It was better. But walking down the street he was sure she was walking in front of him. In the rain he was sure that he could see her in the distance. Tessin called out her name. He started into a jog towards where he was sure she was. This happened to Lochie often. He was always thinking that he was seeing her. He would follow her up until he could no longer tell if she was still in front of him. Is wasn't a good sign, and it was only because he was alone that he followed. Lochie wasn't looking where he was running, he was just running and as he slowed he didn't notice the other person. He ran right into them, falling to the floor, hoping the other person would be okay.