Wanting to Swim

[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina San Buenventura knew she wasn't a nice a person. She knew from the day she could actually form in her little brain that she was her own person. Much of it had to do with the fact that she was jealous that her mother seemed to care more for Bituin, her younger sister. Granted they were only ten months apart, so they were both babies at this point. But Josefina grew up being a jealous and terrible type of girl. Her mother eventually dared not to try to get along with her oldest daughter. No one could actually figure out how Bituin managed to get along her the older girl. But then again Bituin should have been a Hufflepuff as she was very good at following along with Josefina, or so the older girl believed. Her younger sister was actually quite a nice person and kind to everyone, even her rude sister. However Bituin was smart, she knew how to handle herself around a bully and she knew that herself would always come first in her own life. Josefina was very different. The girl believed she should be the center of everyone's lives. Especially her younger sister's and mother's lives.

Now the older girl was very used to getting her own way. She was also very good at throwing tantrums when she didn't. But she was smart enough to know that throwing a tantrum here at school would do no good for her. Instead she would just have to get a few followers of sorts and have them do everything for her. But first she needed to have blackmail on them. That way they wouldn't be smart enough to walk away from her for years. Her sister seemed to be no help to her here. The girl hide away in her own House Common Room. The one place on the entire school grounds, Josefina would never be allowed. It wasn't fair at all. Instead of trying to get her sister to do things with her she went down to the lake by herself. It was peaceful but she still missed the beach right next to her home very much. Sitting down the girl looked over the water with an actual smile on her face. It was a rare sight in deed for a girl who seemed to have a permanent scowl or smirk on her lips.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The morning following the hallowe'en celebrations the young Gryffindor was feeling a little bit down. He didn't know how it was possible to not feel that following a pretty amazing evening. It was the perfect thing for him. It took his mind off things. It made him feel pretty good. It then reminded that he wasn't like the others. He was trying to be the better version of himself rather than the version that was weak, that was boring. That couldn't fight back. He was that person. He was happy to say that no matter how bad things got that if he pretended he wouldn't be anything like himself. Halloween was the time that he could pretend that he was a lot better than everyone else, that he was brave, and confident. He could forget about how hard things had been lately. he had tried his hardest to just forget everything else, just focusing on the fact that he was actually doing really well here in Hogwarts. That there had currently only been a few minor things that had gone wrong. The incident with that Slytherin girl being the biggest one. But a night of fun and sugar had quickly made all of his fears, problems and everything else just slip away. Things had felt better. They had been better. He wasn't interested in what people had to say about him, and he could push the memories that had been plaguing him since the first day. The one that had become even stronger following recent events. It was the recent events that had his mind racing, and now that the high of hallowe'en was over, he was left with just his mind at it's usual pace. One he wasn't too interested in thinking about. After all they weren't good memories, and he would much rather forget them. It just appeared that he wouldn't be allowed to. He had slept well, but woken up a lot earlier, just because he had. There was sometimes no stopping it. He just awoke, long before he wanted to. Long before he knew he should generally. But, he'd spent the rest of the early hours staring out at the lake from the window in the dorm room. His mind replayed the many events of the past week or so. He'd had a good week. But the low that had followed him that morning was something he was keen to get rid of. The boy finally decided that he would just go outside. He knew that he could clear his head. Maybe in a reverse way by just sitting and looking at the lake. Just thinking about how thing had happened and hoping it would make things better for him. So, with that on his mind he gathered his clothes for the day and headed out to have a shower. He was quick, removing the bandage to shower and then putting it back on when he was dry. He chose his clothes quickly, a simple grey t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, added with a pair of converse. He quickly put on his contacts and left the room.

The walk down and out on to the grounds was fairly quick. He really didn't want to waste much time in getting outside. he knew that at least he could just enjoy himself out side. Even if he wasn't actually going to feel better about the way things currently were. Tybalt was a fairly happy guy. He knew that he wasn't the most clever person and he knew he was really a waste of the air he was breathing, but he was okay with that. He could live with the disappoint most people had for him. As long as he was happy, things would be okay for him. He smiled to himself as he made his way down to the lake. It was not the most wise place to go, but he was happy to be there. He was happy to be at Hogwarts. The lake was calm and peaceful, and while he knew he'd never gone into the water as well, he was very happy to just be close to it. Let himself think over all that had happened, and all that could happen in the days to come. Hogwarts was a wonderfully magical place. he knew no matter how bad things got he would be okay. he had the strength. he was an Archer his luck wasn't good, but he was strong and could always fight back. Finally at the lake front, slightly further from the school than most people went, the young Gryffindor took a seat and just watched the peaceful lake. He was happy to be at Hogwarts, this was a good place. The only thing that would ruin this day would that slytherin girl. The girl whom he had done nothing to, but who seemed to hate him for everything that he was. Much like everywhere else. He was hated, she reminded him of how most people saw him. Of how most people saw him. She could be the only person to completely ruin his already fairly poor day.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina's smile did not last long, not that it would have anyways. However this time it faltered into a frown then a smirk. The little Gryffindor boy who had embarassed her before walked right by her without noticing. He too seemed to be coming down to look at the water. She found it funny that they both shared this interest, however she wasn't going to make small talk with him about it. In fact she was going to make him dislike coming down here for quite sometime. Atleast then she wouldn't have to worry about him coming around here anymore. It would give her one annoying Gryffindor free spot on the school grounds for awhile. Till that annoying Gryffindor girl who chased after him the first time convinced him the lake wasn't so bad. Josefina had seen his friend appear at the scene and then chase him down the corridor. She knew the girl had gotten a good look of who Josefina was and now she was just waiting for the chance to bully his friend.

Standing up she brushed off the dirt from her clothing and moved over towards the boy. She thought about what to say first which didn't take long she knew he was easy to break. He would be crying and running back to house within a few mintues, she was sure of it. "Did you come here to cry alone, crybaby? Don't want to look weak in front of your girlfriend do you?" She said to him in that sickly sweet voice adults would use on children when they believed they knew everything. Now she had walked around him and was standing infront of the boy sitting on the ground. He wasn't wearing his glasses and she wondered if he could even see her without them. But some people did put things directly on their eyes instead of glasses. Looking at him she thought he actually looked better with the glasses on then off. Of course she had been too angry the last time she saw him to even form such a thought in her head.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

His peace did not last long. He hadn't been looking around. A fault that was purely his own. if he had he would've noticed the girl sitting not too far from him. He was sure that if he'd spent even the smallest second to look around that he would've noticed and chosen to do something else with his day. But even at the best of times, Tybalt knew he didn't exactly always notice what was right in front of his eyes until too late. Until his chance to act would be gone. It had happened before, and he knew it would happen again. His mind was so wrapped up in thoughts of his brother, of Juliette, of the girl that he had helped at a little bit of a cost. His arm was still bandaged, he wore no jumper, it was pretty easy to see it. The stark white against his lightly tanned skin. He had grown up in Georgia. A state known for it's sunshine and warmth. He had been a lot darker when he'd first arrived, but the lack of sunlight meant it was less clear now. Though the sun was finally returning, for which he was pleased. For which he was happy. The sun made him better, it made him feel like he was back home. Though in saying that, most of the time he didn't wish to go home. His home had been a horrible place, full of kids out to make his life miserable, and had achieved that on so many levels. He felt worthless and weak. He didn't feel like he deserved goodness. He thought all he was good for half the time was to be picked on. It was a silly thought but it was the one that he had, the one he could hardly stop from occurring. He was a simple person, he didn't need to be more than he already was. It was easy for him to think that no matter what he did he would always only need the simple things. People to just stop picking on him for one. Tybalt knew this wouldn't happen, there were too many reasons to pick on him. he was smaller than most, he didn't see any colour, he needed glasses, where he was from, his accent. The muggle blood in his family. Everything about it was easy for him to get picked on. He didn't want that to be true, but there was no denying that it was. Tybalt had spent a lot of time running from those people who hated him. He had learned to climb trees fast, despite the fact that he was small and found it often quite hard. He had learned the best places to hide, the places to avoid. Everything, but Hogwarts was new. The people were different and there was little for him to run from. This was not true about one girl who seemed to have made it her mission to just ruin a good feeling. or just to make his bad day worse.

There was a noise behind him, Tybalt ignore it, instead he thought it was just someone going past. That was his first mistake. If he'd just looked around he would've been able to leave. Run, run as fast as he could. His senses seemed weaker at school. he felt that he had just become so comfortable with everything that he didn't even realise the basics to look out for himself. The sound of the girl's voice vividly made him flinch. How could he forget it. Though she had said little to him, she could never for get it. He would never be able to leave it behind. He had been so careful to avoid her, and now here of all places. The place where he really was most scared. Where he found tranquility, but that it could change so quickly if he even got a step closer to the water. Before with that girl he had no other choice. He had lost his brother in such a way, and he didn't want to lose someone else, though he hadn't even known her. This slytherin girl wouldn't be able to make him more afraid of something that already scared him to the boy. He shook his head at her, no idea where she got the girlfriend idea from. He just kept his eyes down, not wanting to meet her eyes unsure of what he would see. She would probably hate him, and only have hate in her eyes for him, and as much as he was used to seeing something like that, he didn't actually want to. He hated it. He knew he was a waste, he didn't like being reminded by someone who both scared him and hated him. Tybalt didn't say anything. He would, he couldn't he had lost his voice. He was sure that this day was just about to get categorically worse.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina was a proud girl and when she managed to make someone feel less it made her even more proud. She felt more accomplished when she managed to make feel someone feel bad. It wasn't even anymore that she didn't get the attention she wanted, though she did like being the center of everyone's attention. It was more that it was a hobby, something she enjoyed to do. That made it even more sick when she actually got to bully someone. Like with mass killers, something seemed off about her brain and the connections it made between good and bad. She liked to bully so she bullied, the girl saw nothing wrong with it. Sometimes it was do to the fact that she jealous or upset. But she wasn't terribly upset about the boy tripping her anymore. Not when she knew how weak he really was.

Looking around she spotted the water once more and a smile appeared on her face. Of course, what sort of person wouldn't enjoy a nice swim on a day like today? Raising her eyebrows down at the boy who wouldn't look at her the girl formed a plan. Taking off her robe she tossed it over to the ground so she was just in her muggle clothing. She didn't like the balck thing anyways. Reaching down she grabbed the boys arm and to pull him up from the ground. "How about we go for a swim while we're here?" She told him more then asked the boy. Swimming was Josefina's most favorite thing to ever do, however it seemed more like today she'd get a nice laugh if he went in. She couldn't image the looks and laughs he'd get from others having to walk all the way to the seventh floor completely soaked. A smirk appeared on her young face.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

Something with Tybalt could tell this was going to go south very quickly. He had enough experience with people like her to know when to just run. He was gearing up for it, waiting for the best moment. Because a part of him knew what was coming next. He knew where this was going to end. He didn't want it to end in such a fashion. He was so deeply desiring that it didn't. But, he had gone to the wrong place at the wrong time, and he just had the bad memories. The lakeside was pretty much empty bar the two of them. A part of him half considered calling out for someone, anyone who would see it, and just decide to help him. He was a small boy, he wasn't strong enough to fight back. He was tired and he was weak, this was not a good combination. It wasn't something he ever wanted to have to do. It was just what did actually happen. He was really looking forward to a nice relaxing day, with no classes, and no homework. How wrong could he have been about such a thing. The boy glanced briefly up at the girl. The bright blue eyes falling upon the smirk the girl wore. This was bad. He started to wonder if he should just run. If standing up and just running was maybe his best option. Not the greatest Gryffindor option, but the best option nonetheless. Plus he didn't feel like a Gryffindor anyway, so he wondered what difference it would actually made if he acted even less like how he was meant to. The boy just looked back out at the lake. He knew his time was running out. He was fast, but he had no idea how fast the girl was. For all he knew she could have lightening speed, or despite their young magical abilities be very good at using spells on people. Tybalt didn't know, and he really didn't want to know what kind of road this could lead to if he turned out to be the slower of the two. But, his time was really running out. His decision would have to be quick. He'd have to make it, and then just act. He had to be Gryffindor in thinking. They didn't, they acted. Tybalt couldn't do that. He was frozen. He was afraid. He couldn't move.

The girl spoke again, breaking the silence, as she did so, she reached down and took his arm. As she was clearly stronger than he was, he didn't put up much of a fight as she got him on his feet. The young Gryffindor almost knew what she was going to say, and she did say exactly what he thought. The minute the words were uttered panic rose quickly in him, so much so that people might believe he'd just done something dangerous like eat a live poisonous spider. He was trying to get his arm out of her grasp using the other arm to release her hand, the blue eyes were filling with tears. he didn't want to go in the water. He had only gone in before because he had, had to. He couldn't do it again. The memories of his brother were still fresh, they were like the healing wound on his arm. Only just beginning to fade again. Tybalt's heart was pounding in his chest. "Let me go. Please, let me go. Please don't." The boy was pleading with her, unable to hide the sheer desperation that was in his voice. The sound of his mother's screams filled his ears, the look of his brother as Tybalt was unable to save him flashed in front of his eyes. "Please, I'll do anything. Please, just let me go" The boy was still struggling against her grasp, desperate to not get any closer than he was, but somehow thinking that his pleading would only fuel her further. The tears now streamed freely down his face. He just wanted it to be over. Tybalt just wanted her to punch him a couple of times and just leave him, nothing with the water. The young gryffindor wished all the people who'd said they'd stop the bullies from getting him to be there, in that moment. But, it had been just empty words. That much he now knew.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina's mom told her that she had been swimming since before she could walk. She was always a water child where as her sister had hated being bathed. Bituin as a baby hated being put in water and she'd cry like she was being murdered. Not the older sister. So having the school right next to the lake made her want to swim like she did at home. But takes of nasty creatures living in the water called Grindolows, or something similar to that. So she hated ever really dared to go in the water here yet. Being Josefina she figured why not throw this kid she hated in and see if the creatures bugged him or not. Of course it would problematic if he coudn't swim. But glancing over at the water closest to them it was easy to tell it wasn't very deep near the shore. The girl figured that by the cliffs it must be a lot deeper. The boy's free arm was trying to pry her hand off of him but once she got him to stand she took a hold of just his shirt. Which would make it just that harder for him to get her fingers to let go. And she wouldn't cause him to have bruises everywhere. She only hurt the people she bullied when they completely deserved it. He was trying to let her go even the pleading in his voice was impossible for him to hide. It made her take a step backwards, towards the water. Of course dragging him a long as well.

Josefina wanted to know how far she could push him before the tears welling up in his eyes exploded. After all the people she picked up, she found it best when she didn't hurt them physically just mentally broke them. It made her feel that much stronger, that she had a power over the person. Strange being that she felt this way for being so young. Her birthday was right around the corner and she'd turn twelve. But twelve is still young for any person to have such thoughts developed on how they enjoyed bullying others. "The weather is not that bad. I see no problem with going into the Lake," she said with a evil smile on her face. Oh, yes she was trying to be cunning. "Why don't you go in first, since you seem so nervous," she told him as she moved closer to the lake. Josefina turned herself around so that she wasn't facing the boy anymore and pulled him forward by his shirt. Now he was in front of her and in front of him was the Lake. The Slytherin knew she didn't have to be looking at him to tell when he started to cry. It was almost like a feeling inside of her that she could feel the tears herself welling up in his eyes and about to burst. And she was excited about it.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The boy wasn't sure how he could get more panicked about what the girl might actually do to him. At his last school, people had never taken him near water, mostly because all they had were swimming pools and the largest body of water was miles away. But despite even that, no one ever took him near water. It was known how his brother had passed. No one talked about it, but people knew. His brother, unlike him had been fairly well liked and as a memory to him, people hadn't ever tried to make him do anything about water. This girl didn't know that. How could she. The only other person he had told about his fear of water wasn't anywhere near them. Plus, Juliette would never tell anyone. He was sure of that. They were cousins after all. Not by blood, but by everything apart from that. He felt pretty close to her. He felt comfortable around her. She was the only person he had ever trusted with the information about his brother. And she was the only person he would probably ever. This girl currently stopping him from realising his own arm was not someone he would tell. She had enough power over him already, he was really not willing to give her more. That wouldn't help him. Much like it appeared that his struggling didn't either. Mostly because once he was on his feet, and steady, she grabbed his shirt. He felt a small wave of relief before the panic rose again, he was just glad to have both his arms free, he was using all his strength to tryo to get her hands to let go, but he couldn't she was holding tightly. The boy wondered why she was doing this to him. He hadn't done anything to her. Well, apart from tripping her up, but that was nothing. He cursed his small and weak stature. It wasn't fair. He just wanted a normal everyday school education, but he ended up having to deal with this. This wasn't fun, this wasn't good. This made him want to curl up and write to his parents to let him come home. But he couldn't do that. He was a Gryffindor, and he was an Archer. No matter how bad things got, he would always be able to get back up and keep going. It was why the huge defect that he had in his vision was not ever going to stop him. Like the rest of his family, no matter what happened, he was going to be okay. That much the young boy was certain of. This just wasn't something he actually wanted to have to deal with. It was something he was having to, but he really didn't like it.

The girl was taking a few steps towards the water. He was desperate to pull himself away from her, since he didn't think that she was actually going to let him go. And he really didn't desire to have to deal with any of the issues again. Though most were brimming below the surface. Tybalt wiped his eyes, but the motion was silly. There was going to be nothing that could stop the tears that were very clearly about to fall. He was trying to pull himself away, fight away her hold, but he wasn't strong enough, instead his footing was slipping, and he was all but falling over. The girl was stopping him from falling on to the ground. Tybalt was crying now. The girl was no longer facing him. "Let me go" he was desperate. He didn't want to go much closer to the water. Oddly enough the boy felt like he was back with his granda, his granda always made him feel less than a speck of dust. Less than nothing, and today she was doing the same, he felt pathetic, that he couldn't, stand up for himself, fight back against the girl, who was probably young than him. "Please." the boy pleaded, his voice breaking, making it very clear that he was crying a lot. The boy continued to pull away, thinking his next option was to try to get out of the t-shirt. So, he stopped struggling so much, and while trying to calm his completely panicked body get himself out of his own t-shirt, glad that today he had chosen to not wear his glasses. The boy wasn't proving to be very good at it, he managed to get one arm through his own T-shirt, but was struggling with the other. He was stressed and didn't"5 quite know how to do it, but he was finally feeling himself pull away.maybe for once he might be able to get the upper hand get away. As much as he was pretty self conscious the boy would rather loss his shirt than to in the water. Finally, the second arm was through and he was pretty close to tasting freedom.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Josefina knew nothing of people actually hating the water. She hadn't met a person before that told her that they didn't like to swim. Of course she lived in an area well known as a great vacation spot with beautiful beaches for swimming. So typically people who did not like water would not put themshelves on an island. The girl knew her younger sister did not love the water as much as she did. But Bituin still would go swimming every morning with her. That was just about the one time Bituin would never turn down a swim, they both always felt so full of life and happiness after swimming in the ocean together. Josefina loved the ocean because it was the only thing that made her feel small, it was the only thing in the world that could actually hold some sort of power over her.

The girl was laughing as the boy began to struggle against her grip on him. She caught a glimpse of his face and the tears streaming down his face made her feel better. Bituin would never let her sister get away with this if she ever saw the older girl pushing the boy towards the water. However the older sister knew her sister was no where around, they were the only ones out there. Almost completely alone a few others were wandering about. But they weren't really in hearing distance, and it seemed like the boy knew that as well. "The water won't eat you. But the creatures might," she said while he wiggled around. He got himself almost completely out of his shirt so she decided to go for the hair on his head instead of an arm. She knew from experience that pulling someone's hair hurt more than pulling their arm.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The boy was sure that things were surely going to be getting worse. He didn't really know how it could possibly get worse, but he had a feeling it would. It always did. In the grand scheme of things he was actually a lot more accustom to being physically harmed rather than whatever psychological mind games the Slytherin girl was attempting to pull on him. She by far a lot stronger than he was. She had a clear motivation as to what she wanted to achieve and he had no idea what it was. Which was leading to him thinking that he would much rather take an incredibly terrible beating than face the water she seemed so adamant that he should touch and go near. How he wished someone would help him. How he was pleading with God almighty to help him. To get her to let go and just let him go about his day. But in the very normal style that it always was, nothing would happen and Tybalt would feel the emptiness that others didn't. The young boy just wanted this over with. If he could he would much rather skip ahead, and just deal with the aftermath rather than the occurring. There was so much of him that was cursing his fear of water. It was annoying. It was completely grounded In the fear created by his brothers death and the following factors that made Tybalt feel like he should've been to one to have died.the boy knew he was worth a fraction of his brother. His brother would've been able to easily shake this off. Would've been charming and likeable. Where as Tybalt saw himself as awkward, unlike able and just plain stupid. It was pretty easy to tell that he was more than just a little hard on himself about everything. Tybalt just wanted to be free of her grasp, to be able to run, really he wished he could just disappear. He would prefer being completely ignored by everyone, than having to deal with this much more. But he didn't actually have a choice in the matter, what happened, was what happened. Tybalt was sure that if he at least broke free of his t-shirt he would be able to make a break away from the water. Just be further away, give him more time to get his mind ready. Though the young Gryffindor knew he would never be ready. Helping the other girl, it had been a fluke of bravery broken almost as soon as his deed had been done. This held no bravery within him, just fear.

The words the girl spoke offered little comfort to him. Thought he was sure that, that was the purpose of them. He would actually think it not terrible if something bite him, at least it would take his mind off his brother, he'd have to focus on the pain it caused him and everything about that. It seemed like a much better thing than what he really had on his mind. The boy had finally gotten his second arm free of his t-shirt when the girl grabbed his hair. Now, this was a familiar pain. The boy still tried to force himself away, he tried to grab her hand and pry her fingers away but she couldn't. It was a dead end. He was stuck. The tears poured down faster, he could swim, he would be fine in the water, but the thoughts and memories of the worse day of his entire life were resurfacing. The boy returned to high panic, he tried closing his eyes, but all he saw with his closed eyes was his brother reaching out, open mouth as if screaming for him to help. "Please," the boy sobbed, speaking through the steadily flowing tears. "I beg of you." the young Gryffindor knew what he was saying, how awful it was for him to be pleading so much with a girl who had over powered him. Tybalt couldn't help it. Though it was very possible that he hated himself more now than before. He was so unGryffindor. He was just so weak and pathetic. "I get it. I'm weak, pathetic, a waste of space." Tybalt was looking trying to look up at her, but it was a little hard to meet her eyes when his hair and head felt like they were on fire and he was crying very hard. "Please, I don't want to. please, just let me go." each one said between a sob. His voice completely breaking. He didn't want this to happen at all. He would take a beating, take her words, but the water. He didn't want that.
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[Josefina San Buenaventura]

Of course Josefina was book smart, she loved to read. The girl loved to read a lot more then her younger sister the Ravenclaw. It was odd how she loved to read funny books over the dark evil ones. But the darker books she had managed to read at her young age she fell in love with the evil characters. The ones who tended to have a terrible ending in the books, but she didn't care. The girl was certain that her life as a bully would turn out much better then those in the books. Of course she also learned that there was a very dark group of people who used to be the followers a a person back in the 1900s. However he passed but the group survived. She wanted to be a part of this group, once she graduated from Hogwarts she really wanted to join the group of people that would be like her.

The boy begging her made her smile. He sounded very proper even though he was being hurt. Of course she wasn't acutally physically hurting him, it was all mental and it seemed to confuse him and make him cry more then he had been when she slapped him across the face. He called himself weak and pathetic and a waste of space. It made her smirk down at his face when he tried to look at her. She decided that it was time for him to go. She really didn't if he went in the water right now or not. It was getting to night time anyways and she didn't want to walk all the way back to her room to get her bathing suit and come back out. The night time air would be to cold to swim in. "Fine get lost and don't come back here you stupid Gryffindor," she said gripping his hair and turning his head towards her while she was talking. Once she was done she forced his head away from her pushing him away before letting go of his hair.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The boy was desperate. He really did hope that his pleas to her would help his case. That she would stop whatever she had in mind and just let him continue on with his life. Of course he knew that no matter what, that it wouldn't probably work. But the boy had hope. It was another one of those odd family traits. The hope that no matter what they would be able to just fight back. That everything would be okay. Things would finish and he would be okay. It was difficiult to tell, after all, here he was being dragged by the hair towards a body of water that he had no desire to be close to. The girl was just dragging him, and he wanted it to be over with. Even though he knew that it wouldn't really help him, this girl would use any opportunity that she had to annoy and make his life miserable. She just seemed like the type of person who would do that. That and he imagined that there would be little to stop her. He couldn't do anything, and the folks who had said to him they would be able to help f he needed it, just weren't around when he actually did need it. But it wasn't to be overlooked. He knew that if they could they might, but Tybalt still did a lot of things alone and this was something he was thinking about avoiding for the next little while. Just until his nerves had settled and he was no longer afraid of what might happen if he ran into this girl again. It made him want to just run all the way back to the Gryffindor dorm, and just curl up into a ball and never leave. He was sure that once she finally let him go, that it was what he was going to do. The boy was fairly aware that no matter how hard he tried his life would always be doomed to something like this. He would always be the boy that gets picked on. The kid that people just use as a punching bag because it'se easy and he would never actually say anything about it. As much as it hurt him, and made him almost afraid to leave his dorm, the boy would never mention it. If people asked about it, he wouldn't talk about it. It didn't seem right for him to do such a thing. That and he was a Gryffindor, this kind of thing wasn't meant to happen to them. He was meant to be strong and defiant, but he wasn't. He was small, weak and pathetic. He didn't know why people found it necessary to be like that to him. He thought it was incredibly unfair.

The boy was still trying to get her hand out of his hair. it was sore. He could feel the strands of hair being pulled away from his head. It didn't help that his tears were streaming even more than before. Now, the anguish in his mind mixed with the actual pain in his head. He was desperate for her to stop. He was half pleading with her through his tears, now making normal speech almost impossible. Finally she spoke, saying fine. Relief washed over him as she said this. It was a great feeling. He was happy to finally be free. Well almost, his footing still wasn't right and she still hadn't let him go. A brief panic rose, what if she was just kidding. Then she pushed and let go at the same time, the boy stumbled backwards and fell. Putting his arms out behind him to break his fall. Pain shooting up his hands and arms and he broke the fall, then continued to the floor, causing the non-bandaged arm to have a horribly large gash. The boy didn't waste any time, instead he got straight to his feet, and with his eyes still flowing with heavy tears ran. He ran back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor dorm. Trying his best to not break down until he got to the dorm room. He was sure his arm needed looked at. But the boy didn't want to see anyone. He didn't want to have to deal with anyone. He needed to be alone, and let his mind rest after what had just happened at the hands of the Slytherin girl who he hated and feared. ​

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