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<SIZE size="50">It had been a fairly long, but pleasant day. Not much had happened but, overall it had been a great day. It had rain for the most part of the day, but a few minutes before the Slytherin teen was supposed to be picked up the rain seemed to have stopped. As if sensing that something was going to happen. It was holding it's breath. If it were even possible for rain to do something of that sort. Stefan was worried. He was wet, his supplies weren't in the best condition and his father would be arriving soon. It was as ever his final few moments of freedom before his father took him back home. A drive that Stefan was sure he could now make, since they'd made the journey countless times. But, Stefan Archer was soaked to the skin. He was shivering slightly, and he was sure he could feel a cold coming on. All he really wanted was a hot shower, but Stefan didn't think he'd be getting one. It might be summer, but hot water was a luxury his father could not afford to have. So tepid water, was most days, but late in the day like this the water would be as cold, if not colder than rain. It did not make things entirely pleasant, but when he needed to wash, Stefan just was glad to have running water. Constantly warm running water, was one thing he truly did love about school. He had never once been forced to take a cold shower at Hogwarts. They were all warm, with a bottomless supply of hot water. It was the best feeling that he could ever feel. It didn't always help against cuts and lacerations, but it did feel great. The dark blue eyes of the boy briefly looked up to the sky, from what he could see, the Slytherin guess that it was probably still fairly overcast, and that more rain was probably on it's way. He wasn't entirely annoyed by that. During this day he had pretty much enjoyed all the time in the rain. And he'd managed to do all but one thing. He never told anyone what day he would be in Obsidian, generally because he didn't know. It was when, Stefan managed to ask his father and his father agreed. So, he could hardly be surprised, but without fail each time before, he'd managed to see Kate, if it was even for only a few minutes. He looked around himself, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her before he had to go. And with these thoughts, the ever familiar sound of his father's car, became increasingly louder. Stefan did begin to panic, his eyes widened slightly, fear pretty clear in the deep blue eyes that belonged to the boy. He took a few steps back while his father did a U-turn and parked beside where Stefan stood. Stefan Archer could hardly contain his breathing. The breaths were short, and it was beginning to hurt his chest. His hell was back.
Reaching out a hand he attempted to open the door to the car, and was greatly confused when he couldn't open it. After trying a second time, the Slytherin realised that his father had no desire for him to get into the car. So, Stefan took a step back as he watched his father exit the car and walk round so that he stood right in front of Stefan, looking down at him. Stefan met his father's eyes briefly before letting them fall to the floor. He never thought his father would ever do anything so out in the open. But Stefan knew he could be proved wrong, even by people he thought he knew well. His father prompt began yelling at Stefan, about how stupid he was to have gotten so wet. That he was as smart as a fleck of dust upon the floor. His father's voice, wasn't particularly high, but it was sharp, and laced with hate. He'd brought himself down to Stefan's level, so that the boy could not avoid eye contact with his dad. What did I do to end up with you for a son? His father asked Stefan, his voice dangerously low. When Stefan did not respond his father took him by the shirt and in one quick movement was slammed against the side of the car, his father's face centimetres from his own. Answer me His father muttered in an angry tone, finishing the sentence with a small punch to the boy's stomach. "I don't know, sir. You don't deserve someone like me. I'm sorry, sir." Stefan said, his voice quiet, and shaking. He heard his father laughing slightly. Stefan pretty much realised at this point he would not be getting a lift home, what he didn't expect was to be pretty much thrown away from the car. He land pretty badly, causing large gashes to appear on both his arms, a few smaller ones of his stomach and the side of his face that was already bruised. Stefan groaned in pain, and looked round as he watched his father yell at him to make him own way home, which was followed by a threat for if he didn't and then watched as his father drove off. Once again the Slytherin boy groaned loudly, visibly in pain. He lay down on the ground and attempt to regain both his composure and breath. He wasn't scared anymore, his father was gone. But he was sore, and tired and he didn't know if he'd be able to walk the entire way home without collapsing. Sure he had eaten since being at Obsidian, but it wasn't that much. With closed eyes the boy began to sit up on the ground. He needed to check how bad everything was. With a deep breath, the boy opened his eyes. He was in a lot of pain. Everything felt like it was on fire. Stefan glanced around him, and it was then he noticed the figure standing off in the distance. He hoped that they hadn't seen everything. But instead of spending time worrying about it, Stefan let his eyes fall to the ground as he took deep breaths in and out. A reminder of how lucky he was to still be able to breath. Despite everything Stefan Archer was still glad that his father had given him this extra time alone.
Reaching out a hand he attempted to open the door to the car, and was greatly confused when he couldn't open it. After trying a second time, the Slytherin realised that his father had no desire for him to get into the car. So, Stefan took a step back as he watched his father exit the car and walk round so that he stood right in front of Stefan, looking down at him. Stefan met his father's eyes briefly before letting them fall to the floor. He never thought his father would ever do anything so out in the open. But Stefan knew he could be proved wrong, even by people he thought he knew well. His father prompt began yelling at Stefan, about how stupid he was to have gotten so wet. That he was as smart as a fleck of dust upon the floor. His father's voice, wasn't particularly high, but it was sharp, and laced with hate. He'd brought himself down to Stefan's level, so that the boy could not avoid eye contact with his dad. What did I do to end up with you for a son? His father asked Stefan, his voice dangerously low. When Stefan did not respond his father took him by the shirt and in one quick movement was slammed against the side of the car, his father's face centimetres from his own. Answer me His father muttered in an angry tone, finishing the sentence with a small punch to the boy's stomach. "I don't know, sir. You don't deserve someone like me. I'm sorry, sir." Stefan said, his voice quiet, and shaking. He heard his father laughing slightly. Stefan pretty much realised at this point he would not be getting a lift home, what he didn't expect was to be pretty much thrown away from the car. He land pretty badly, causing large gashes to appear on both his arms, a few smaller ones of his stomach and the side of his face that was already bruised. Stefan groaned in pain, and looked round as he watched his father yell at him to make him own way home, which was followed by a threat for if he didn't and then watched as his father drove off. Once again the Slytherin boy groaned loudly, visibly in pain. He lay down on the ground and attempt to regain both his composure and breath. He wasn't scared anymore, his father was gone. But he was sore, and tired and he didn't know if he'd be able to walk the entire way home without collapsing. Sure he had eaten since being at Obsidian, but it wasn't that much. With closed eyes the boy began to sit up on the ground. He needed to check how bad everything was. With a deep breath, the boy opened his eyes. He was in a lot of pain. Everything felt like it was on fire. Stefan glanced around him, and it was then he noticed the figure standing off in the distance. He hoped that they hadn't seen everything. But instead of spending time worrying about it, Stefan let his eyes fall to the ground as he took deep breaths in and out. A reminder of how lucky he was to still be able to breath. Despite everything Stefan Archer was still glad that his father had given him this extra time alone.