The Confusion Starts Now

[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina walked through the school wondering why she had to be there. Her mother was keen on both her daughters attending the magic school. However their mother herself was not magic, and she wasn't even sure if the father really had been but she did know about the whole world of it for some reason. The young Slytherin felt right in her home of the snake, it was in the dark dungeon but wasn't actually that dark on the inside. She was pleased with a nice fire to sit in front of and her sister had told her Ravenclaw was the same. Not in the dungeon, but had a wonderful fireplace. The girl wondered if all the houses had such a fire place, as she walked through the place. She felt at odds with the entire school however. Already questions had been asked about her and her younger sister when people had seen them together. It was quite annoying but she had already knew people would ask. It did not seem like twins in the school was strange but two sisters who weren't twins and yet doppelgangers of each other was extremely odd. In fact, Josefina and her younger sister Bituin, looked prefectly the same. Besides the scar present on Bituin's foot, something Josefina had given the girl when they were much younger and just playing around. She did feel bad about, her poor sister often had her feet covered, typically in sneakers as she was quite the hiker. Still the ugly scar was the one way their mother was sure she knew which one was which, which happened to be a good thing.

Walking onto the landing of the second floor Josefina looked around at the place wondering if she should look for where her classes were before classes actually started. Heading off in the direction of the class rooms Josefina held her high up. She was a down right snob on the inside, not that many people would guess so when they first met her. The young girl knew how to be kind and sweet when she needed to be, but typically that side of her would only be there if she wanted something from the person. Gliding down the hall she wished she was at the beach and not here. Suddenly something was in front of her and she was falling over it. It was a big suprise to her when it happened and once she saw what it actually was there was no way she'd ever be nice to this person.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

One thing was for certain, Tybalt had never come across twins that looked the exact same. In the small town that he had grown up in, it hadn't really ever occurred. It was probably a good thing. The small town that he had lived in wouldn't have liked having two people who looked the exact same roaming around. It wasn't that he had ever really wanted to see that. With his eye sight it would be a curse. Unable to make out people as it was, having two people who were identical would be like presenting a person with normal vision two shades of colour that were the same but had different names. He knew that this was not going to end well the moment it had begun. For one thing he had woken up because of a nightmare. Ever since going near the lake, thoughts of his brother lingered in his mind. The memories of that day breaking the surface and creeping into his mind and into his dreams. Something he wasn't interested in repeating, it basically meant that the young boy hadn't really slept much during the night. Which didn't lend itself well. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he wore a tired expression. His tiredness meant that he didn't even want to bother with having to put his contacts in, instead, before leaving his dorm he had grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. That was probably the second sign to him that it wasn't going to be a good day. Tybalt was wondering through the school. He had no where to be and no time limit. What he wanted to do was really tire himself out so that he would be able to sleep soundly during the night. He didn't want to have to look at the face of the brother that he had left. He didn't want to think about him at all. But, Tybalt thought about his brother a lot more than his parents would ever know. They didn't mean it. So at home he didn't. But considering they'd been inseparable, it was understandable that the young boy really missed the company. Hogwarts was good though. Despite the bad dream, the bed had been comfy and he had pretty much just been able to relax without needing to get up and do something. He felt that often in his parents house, or when they'd actually had a house. For the past few months before school, they'd been stayed in the car, and every so often getting a real bed. Tybalt was pretty happy to just be able to have a bed. Something for each night. He could deal with nightmares and things like that in time. For now he was pretty happy to just lie there and wait for the day to begin, so that he could get up. So that he could really start his day. Even though, something told him that it wouldn't be a good day.

The young color-blind boy had in the end decided to just visit each of the floors. He was making his way down. Since it seemed most logical to work his way down rather than up. It would definitely be easier on his legs. Ever since the first day, when a girl had landed on top of him, he had these bruises, which were painful to touch and meant he wasn't too interested in walking too much. Though, there and then he was really hoping to tired himself out enough. Just keep walking until he felt like he could lay down on the floor and fall asleep, without any issues or any nightmares. The colourblind boy had made his way down most of the floors, he was just making his way back to the main staircase when he stumbled slightly. He noticed that his left shoe was untied. He bent down, scouting his way to the side of the room to be out of the way. His glasses slipped down his nose. He pushed them up as he tied the lace. Simple and quick, but as he was doing it, he felt a sudden weight against him, then someone landing beside him. He noticed that someone had tripped up over him. After moving himself specifically to the side so that he would be out of the way it hadn't happened. He'd been left wondering what to do. Did he run, or did he make sure she was okay. Either way he had to do something. He couldn't just stand their awkwardly, just waiting for something to happen. He sat up slightly, balancing back onto his feet. He grabbed the ends of his jumper and held them tightly, stretching the jumper over his hands as he did so. He pushed his glasses up and coughed slightly. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his voice quiet, barely above a whisper. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do in this kind of a situation. He never really knew what to do in any situation since the people sometimes decided the outcome of a situation. Only time would tell about this.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina sat on the floor in complete shock that some little kid had been on the floor out of her vision. He must have popped down when she had been looking the other way. This upset her, what upset her more was that she was wearing a skirt and feared everyone had just seen her undies as she took the tumbled down to the ground over the boy. Her hands were on the ground propping herself up, but they were clenched tight. Her finger nails adding pressure on her palms she could feel herself getting upset. She knew what was going to happen next and she didn't regret it. This little punk of a kid had tripped her and then he spoke so quietly she coudn't even be sure if he just insulted her or not. One thing for sure was that Josefina would never be friends with this boy, and she would never let Bituin be friends with him either. Josefina believed she was in charge of everything that went on her life and in her younger sister's life. She always got upset with Bituin, she was after all the bookworm, yet Bituin seemed to know everything before her.

Breathing out harshly through her nose, she sent a glare towards the boy while she got up. Fixing her skirt and flattening her shirt she looked down at him. She stayed looking at him for moment, her fists clenched, glaring at the boy with the glasses. "What the hell were you doing down there?!" She shouted at the boy. The girl was not happy about him being there on the floor in front of her at all. Usually she managed to be nice to people when she first met them, but this boy just got on her nerves from the second she fell over him. She was upset that he managed to embarrass her when he was so nerdy and ugly. She would preferred him to be exactly like the way he was now, on the ground kneeling in front of her. It made her feel superior over him, and being a natural born bully she thrived on this sort of thing. Leaning down she whipped her right hand out and almost like a viper her hand went out to smack the boy on the face.

Out of Character:

So...yeah. Your choice on if her hand hits in the face, I don't mind the godmodding for it. I'm not being as mean as Kaitlyn told me to be
"Steph, have her kick him in the shin, or on a bruise. Do it, do it, do it"

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The young boy was not stupid, he knew that one of two things was about to happen. Either the girl would be nice about it, or she would be upset. He knew that no matter what he would get the blame, he was use to that. He knew that no matter what he did he would always get the blame, and while it wouldn't actually be his fault. He had moved to the side of the hallway. He'd been pretty close to the wall, at this point, it was the fault of who ever was walking of whoever hadn't noticed him. But it wouldn't be the first time that someone hadn't noticed him. During the first few years of his life, he'd been overlooked, his elder brother always being the certain of all the attention, and now his sister. He was the middle child. He had middle child syndrome. Which he was well aware was probably made up, but he felt like he had it. The boy however had a great relationship with his parents. It was at school. At school he was the one person who people ignored seemingly on purpose. It hadn't been fun, and now this girl hadn't even noticed him upon the floor. Which did nothing for the confidence that he had been so desperate to build up. That he had wanted to get better, but of course nothing good last for the poor boy. The day hadn't been going well at all, he was just sure that this girl wouldn't be on the nice side. There was just something about the entire day that made him think that this wouldn't be good. That this was just end horribly. After all, his dream that had gotten him up way before he had wanted to be up. That had basically been a nightmare, this day would be a nightmare. The young colourblind boy knew this, he was certain of it. He was just sure that no matter how hard he tried for it to not be horrible. It wouldn't work out in his favour, after all he did have the ever famous Archer luck. The one that never got him out of a tricky situation but was the reason he was in them. Tybalt really didn't want a horrible day. He didn't want a day where he would want to curl up and just fade away. He'd had too many of those already. Being bullied was never fun. he was glad that it had ended. He didn't need hogwarts to be the same. He didn't want it to be. He really didn't think it was fair if it was. The small boy had been hoping for a quiet day. One that he had almost tried to guarantee for himself. He looked up as the girl got to her feet, he however didn't. Her entire demeanour was enough to send him running, but he really couldn't. He didn't want to get hurt, but he was now a Gryffindor, and Gryffindor's were brave, they didn't run from situations, they faced them full on. He had to do the same.

The bright blue eyes looked up at the girl, she was glaring at him, her fists were clenched, these were never good signs. He could almost predict what would happen next. His cheeks flushed a deep red, her harsh tone, the yelling. He dropped his eyes. He looked away from her. Frozen on the spot as he attempt to blink all the tears away. This wasn't what he wanted. This was meant to have stopped when he left Georgia. He felt his glasses slide down his nose, he was quick to grab them and hold on to them. Time had taught him that having glasses on wasn't a good thing. Things didn't end well, with glasses on. It just meant, that with his color-less vision, and pretty terrible eye sight, that he couldn't exactly see very well. He was in a situation he didn't want to be in, and he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't want to answer her, but he feared if he didn't things would be worse. "My laces" He said quietly, his voice sounding tired, and sad. Two things he couldn't stop from appearing in his voice. He was upset. He was on the verge of tears. He couldn't stop this, he couldn't stop his voice from betraying how he felt. His eyes didn't even glance up as he sensed movement. The next thing he knew was that there was rapid rush of air, and a deep stinging in his cheek. He knew for sure that it would leave a mark. The boy let out a small gasp as the hand hit his skin, then he just started breathing quicker. His breaths going from steady, to rapid and panicked. If he didn't calm down there was the likely hood that he would just have a panic attack. The boy could feel a bruise forming already. It stung pretty hard. He didn't know what to do. He quickly wiped his eyes, that were still desperately pushed back tears, and looked up at the girl. Who seemed almost proud of her work. "I'm sorry. I didn't, I didn't think." The boy managed to get out. So much for being Gryffindor. He wasn't really feeling like a Gryffindor at all. "I'm sorry." He repeated, letting his eyes drop the floor once more. Hoping that it would be the end of it, something told him it probably wouldn't be.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina smirked at the boy who was on the ground in front of her. The mean girl actually felt better when she yelled at him, which is just a terrible thing. But she's a terrible person, even if she hadn't tripped over him he'd still be a target for her. He had this weak and nerdy aura surrounding him that was almost impossible to resist. Now that she had already started she couldn't help but continue on and actually get the tears that were in his eyes to fall. Now, Josefina hasn't ever been a bully like this before. Sure the other kids on the island she called home hated her. But it wasn't because she bullied them. Instead she had been kind to them, but in a way that she was only using them through sweetness. It was actually how she planned to treat most of the people she met at the school. But from the moment he had bent over in front of her and tripped her they had gotten off to a wrong start. Seeing the Lion on his chest she almost laughed, no wonder why he just took all the crap she was giving him with a weak demeanor. Older students in her house had told her that Gryffindors were weak and actually worse than Hufflepuffs. Seeing his face made her feel this rush of excitement.

His voice sounded sad and tired, things that would make Josefina's younger sister crumbled to the ground and want to hold the small boy tight. Her sister was weak and belonged in Gryffindor yet instead she had been placed in Slytherin. The older sister knew she'd never belong to Slytherin and though she was saddened by the thought of being seperated from her younger sister and the follower she was. It actually made it a lot easier to bully other people or get them to become somewhat of a slave to her. Once she had slapped him for his lame excuse she smiled to herself. She had the same smile as her younger sister. Actually she had the same everything, except an ugly scar on her foot like Bituin. That was something Josefina had given her. However the smile on Josefina's face was more sinister than friendly like her sister's. "I can slap the other side if you like as well," she spoke harshly down to the boy with her smile still planted on her face. He was stumbling over his words it seemed and she took the opportunity to reach down and take a hold of the collar of his shirt. "Don't ever embarass me again," the young girl said as she looked over his face and his small frame.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

In the back of his mind the young Gryffindor was willing himself to do something. To stand up and just be able to run away. To just leave, because no good could possibly come with staying on the floor, staying exactly where he had been to begin with. Where the trouble had been caused, but what could he actually do. He was a small young Gryffindor. He had a small frame and all he knew was how accept the bullying. How to deal with it rather than prevent it. Rather than try to walk away from it all. He was much more the kind of boy who much rathered trying to avoid it occurring than doing something as it did. He wasn't good at it. He struggled. He knew that he wasn't strong, he knew that he would be able to do very little to prevent it. He was a small boy in the face of a bully who didn't want to give him the peace of day. Tybalt couldn't help but be surprised by it, just a little. He had seriously hoped that it would be the end of it. That he no longer really had to worry about bullies and what they could do to him. He was coming up for twelve, he'd be the oldest in his year, and yet he would be the weakest, unable to fight against a girl who had in reality been in the wrong. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to prevent this from reoccurring. He didn't want to ever run into the girl again. She was the kind of person he would be sure to avoid from here on out. Tybalt couldn't help but have his mind drift to all the people who had said they'd protect him. How useless those words had been. This would be the just like his last school, in between the little moments of friendship would be the exact same. He would be stuck in this endless loop until something happened, something snapped, or he was just able to be confident in himself to prevent it. But, none of those things could happen any time soon, He had to learn to be a better person first. He had to just for now accept that this was what happened that he wouldn't much of a choice in how he was treated by other people. That people would always treat him the same. He was just glad she didn't know about the colour-blindness. He knew that, her knowing something like that would make things a hundred times worse. He just had to keep his eyes glued to the floor and hope that things were soon over. That she was almost done. He just wanted to crawl back up to the dorm room. He wanted to go back to bed. Really, he wanted to cry his eyes out. He knew it wasn't very Gryffindor of him, but he was eleven, he wasn't a strong guy. He was sure he had left all of this behind.

Rubbing his eyes with his sleeve again, the boy prayed that his eyes would stop betraying him. He prayed to the high heavens that this would stop. Tybalt kept his head down as she spoke harshly to him. As she said she could slap him again. He didn't want that. He didn't want that in the slightest. He was already sporting a sore cheek, he didn't need another one. He didn't both sides to be sore. It was bad enough that he was pretty sure the other side was currently forming a nicely placed bruise. He didn't feel the need to want to go out of his way to receive a second, though he was pretty sure that no matter how he felt about it, he wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. However, the boy realised that he had to get up. He had to run, or at least try to act stronger than he was. He was a gryffindor after all, and this was truly a poor way for a gryffindor to act. The small Gryffindor gathering had shown him that Gryffindor's were strong, brave and friendly. They were the best. He didn't feel strong, or brave, and he was sure he was going to bring his house down. He was going to be the reason that they didn't win this year. It would all on him, because the sorting hat had clearly made a mistake and he wasn't at all a Gryffindor. Getting to his feet proved hard, as she took him by the collar. He was forced to look up at her. Thankfully with his glasses still in his hand, he couldn't really make her out. She was standing pretty close to him. His bright blue eyes seemed to show that, that while he was looking at her, he wasn't quite seeing everything. She didn't look friendly though. She didn't look like the kind of person that he wanted to be around much longer. "I won't, I promise." Tybalt said quietly, trying to drop his eyes, but the way she had grabbed on to his collar stopped him. "I'm sorry." The southern accent that usual showed happiness, was unable to keep the sadness out his voice. The close to desperation for her to leave him alone. He had never intended for something like this to happen. Who would? Tybalt just hoped that she would stop, that she would let him go and walk away. That it would be the end of it. He was desperate for that to be the end of it.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina was a cruel person in deed, it had been written in her genes. Most likely coming from her father's side of her ancestry. She had no idea who the man actually was, was he magic? Was that why she was magic? The girl had no clue. But one thing she did know that he was incrediably easy to pick on this little Gryffindor. In all reality she knew it was partly her fault she had tripped on him. She hadn't been looking forward at the moment it happened and hadn't seen his small frame on the ground in front of her. Had it been Bituin who ran over the boy she would of never even began to get mad. She would instantly think about the boy and wondering if he was okay, even if she herself was cut up badly. Josefina knew this and she also knew her mother wished she was more like Bituin. But Bituin was the weaker of the two, always caring and always to sweet. Her voice wasn't strong when she spoke and she seemed more like a baby then Josefina.

As Josefina held the boy in place with her hand holding his collar she looked over him. He really wasn't that bad looking. He had bright blue eyes that even though now they held fear she was sure they wouldn't be bad when he was happy. She almost wished they had met differently, then she could use him as a follower and have him around. But he was to skinny and his frame was to small to be intimidating, no he wouldn't make a good side kick for her. Looking down at his hands she noticed he held glasses and smirk. Ripping the glasses from his hand she held them up while letting go of his collar. "Ah! Glasses! You really are quite the nerd," she said looking at the glasses. The young girl was pretty sure that he was barely able to see without them and she wanted to make sure he knew what she looked like. So reaching out she put the overly large glasses on his face and stared directly into his eyes. "Leave and Never bother me again," she said with a sneer. Backing off she crossed her arms in front of her. The Slytherin Badge clearly visible, yes she was the perfect Slytherin.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The grip on his collar was pretty tight, he knew how to stay as calm as possible in this situation, he knew that all he had to was stay calm. Panicking would never end well. He had no idea why he would want to panic, but it was something that had happened the first few times that he had been grabbed by the collar. He would panic and try to fight back, a lot of those times the people just gripped on tighter. More than once practically cutting off his air supply. School had not been good for the young gryffindor, and it was clear that here too it would not. He couldn't reach up to his eyes to wipe away the threatening tears, all he had to do was focus on the pain, the pain in his face, the pain of being held up in such a fashion. That took his mind off the fact he was currently being held up by a girl who was young than him, but who was clearly a lot stronger than him. He didn't like that at all. The boy was always trying to figure out why it appeared so easy to pick on him. He didn't really see himself in the mirror. He didn't know that his blue eyes, pretty much showed almost all the emotions he felt. That since his brother they had lost some of their sparkle. A part of him had disappeared the day that had happened. He had been desperately trying to hide his glasses. He didn't want to break them, since they were his only pair, and he didn't know how to fix them, or who could fix them. He'd met two older students, both of whom had thought he looked like someone else. Someone they had both known, maybe if he saw them again, he could ask for their help, but he didn't want to have to go looking for them. He didn't want to have to bother with such a thing. It seemed pretty pointless to him. He could deal with it himself. He wasn't silly. He could do it. He'd done it countless times before. He'd always managed to be okay when he did it all the other times. He had always managed to get himself cleaned up, but he was desperate to keep a panic attack from not coming. Tybalt had not had many in recent times, but this was something that really could bring it on. He wanted to escape but he couldn't. Her grip was tighter, and he didn't want to make the situation worse. That would very much bring on the panic attack. He didn't want one of the first few things that happened at the start of school to be a panic attack. It was never something he actually wanted. It made little sense to him to have such a thing happen. He just wanted the most normal day possible, beside this. Beside this girl and beside the way things had turned out. The boy just wanted some peace.

The Archer luck continued to show it's strength. As the girl ripped the glasses from his hands. He tried to take them back. His heart had started racing. He was sure it was going at almost double the speed it was meant to. He just wanted them back, he really didn't want her to break them, or take them. Without them it was incredibly hard for him to see. He didn't want to start his classes without having his glasses nearby, just in case. He flinched as she came closer to him, though instead of feeling more pain the glasses were pushed onto his nose. He looked up at the girl, things were a lot clearly. The blue eyes finally seeing the girl in more the light that she probably wanted. There was still a lot that he couldn't tell about her. But, the slytherin crest on her chest was one thing he noticed pretty quickly. It was odd, the boy, Kovu that he had met before had been a slytherin, but he'd been nothing like this. He'd been nothing like this girl in front of him. Clearly all Slytherin's weren't the same, he just disliked this one. The girl let him go, surprised by this, the small tripped and half feel to the floor. But, he didn't think twice about it. He got up and without even checking to see if he was okay, he just walked away. Keeping his head low, keeping his eyes on the ground. Blinking back tears, as his heart continued to race at a much accelerated pace. He was desperate to not cry, but he wouldn't make it all the way to Gryffindor without breaking down. So, with a small glance back, he walked into the abandoned classroom and sat in the darkest corner of this room, and just broke down. How very Gryffindor of him. He thought to himself. The girl was right to pick on him, it was really all he was good for.
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