Enoch Altmyer
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Death was not a term Enoch had much experience with. Before hers, the only other funeral he had attended was that of a distant Aunt's. And not to sound insensitive, but he really hadn't given a poop. But now, the word held relevance. She held relevance. Her light auburn hair had been so soft and pale, as if someone had ran an eraser over it just ever so gently. And with those dark, knowing eyes, she had been one of the sole beacons in his life; not unlike the lighthouse they had often escaped to down by the bay. But Death had taken her for his own, after only eighteen years of life. She had been his first everything, a huge part of his last six years. With that now gone, it seemed as if the first chapter of his life had come to an end. Of course, there were still the second and third acts to go, but Enoch could not see past his own anger and bitterness to even consider the future. Marriage was never something he had outwardly endorsed, but he would have changed his mind for her. Children, that was another story. He didn't wish to produce a single one, lest he contribute to overpopulation, and God forbid, the number of brats in the world. He really would have liked to marry her, though, maybe even live in that dream beach house she had often spoken about. She loved the sea. In fact, that was where they had met, as twelve-year-olds in sailing classes. He was there begrudgingly, at the insistence of his parents. How could a boy live in a seaside town such as theirs and not even enjoy swimming? But as his optimist had whizzed across the water, the warm wind rushing past his ears, Enoch quickly grew to love it. To her, though, it came naturally, as if the ocean was her home. He always laughed at her morbidity, whenever she spoke about wanting to die at sea. In the end, he had tried to make that wish come true, but her family thought her too frail to leave the safety of a hospital bed. That had made him furious.
Now it was he who seemed to have been on the receiving end of that eraser. The young man looked and felt void of any colour, a contrast of sickly white skin and jet black hair. He was still wearing his clothes from the wake, though the thighs of his black pants were now streaked with blue and white from where he had wiped his hands. In both his left and right, a can of paint was held, as he apparated from his parents' garden shed to the marina where his boat was moored. The city was quite the Wizarding tourist spot, with families and couples strolling across the boardwalk and between the rows of boats. Walking quickly out to the wharf where his was to be found, Enoch shot a dirty look at a snotty-nosed kid that was standing in his way. He wasn't exactly in the mood for manners, but luckily the child moved before any tempers were lost. Over the years, the seventh-year-dropout had upgraded from that small, one-child optimist to a much-loved but little-used sloop. The paint and woodwork had cracked in quite a few places, but that wasn't why its owner was here. As he reached the boat, Enoch put the paint cans on deck and climbed aboard after them. He pulled out his wand, and swiped it across the air, barely paying attention as the cracks and peels were filled and healed. But it was the name which was troubling him. With a point of his wand at the white paint, he directed it to the side of the hull, covering up the name which had been there since purchase. The blue paint then took its place, spelling 'Nina' in simple cursive. While Death had once been nought but an afterthought, it now left Enoch with a selfish kind of sadness. He missed what she had been to him, not considering what she had been to her parents, or friends, or even herself. Though he worked and paid his way, Enoch was still one of childish naivete. Hopefully he would make the best of this new beginning; though as he slumped against the sun-warmed wall of the boat and began to pick at the paneling he had just fixed, that didn't seem very likely right now.
an optimist is a small type of sailboat and a sloop is a standard sailboat, just so y'all know
Now it was he who seemed to have been on the receiving end of that eraser. The young man looked and felt void of any colour, a contrast of sickly white skin and jet black hair. He was still wearing his clothes from the wake, though the thighs of his black pants were now streaked with blue and white from where he had wiped his hands. In both his left and right, a can of paint was held, as he apparated from his parents' garden shed to the marina where his boat was moored. The city was quite the Wizarding tourist spot, with families and couples strolling across the boardwalk and between the rows of boats. Walking quickly out to the wharf where his was to be found, Enoch shot a dirty look at a snotty-nosed kid that was standing in his way. He wasn't exactly in the mood for manners, but luckily the child moved before any tempers were lost. Over the years, the seventh-year-dropout had upgraded from that small, one-child optimist to a much-loved but little-used sloop. The paint and woodwork had cracked in quite a few places, but that wasn't why its owner was here. As he reached the boat, Enoch put the paint cans on deck and climbed aboard after them. He pulled out his wand, and swiped it across the air, barely paying attention as the cracks and peels were filled and healed. But it was the name which was troubling him. With a point of his wand at the white paint, he directed it to the side of the hull, covering up the name which had been there since purchase. The blue paint then took its place, spelling 'Nina' in simple cursive. While Death had once been nought but an afterthought, it now left Enoch with a selfish kind of sadness. He missed what she had been to him, not considering what she had been to her parents, or friends, or even herself. Though he worked and paid his way, Enoch was still one of childish naivete. Hopefully he would make the best of this new beginning; though as he slumped against the sun-warmed wall of the boat and began to pick at the paneling he had just fixed, that didn't seem very likely right now.
an optimist is a small type of sailboat and a sloop is a standard sailboat, just so y'all know