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It had been a long time coming if the SLytherin was completely honest, he did not know why he had ever thought that it wouldn't be. A part of him had always denied any possibility of such a thing. He knew that it was silly to have thought such a thing could happen. After all the things he's had to suffer through, and would have to suffer through, it in turn would make him impossible to do the things that he did. What he felt towards a certain someone. It wasn't like it had been planned, just all of a sudden in one of the darkest moments of his life the boy had just realized how terrible it would be if she wasn't in his life. Even if no matter the situation his life was pretty much terrible. She made it bearable. And for this he would always be eternally thankful. It was easy enough to forget that he was just boy, and she was just a girl. He didn't think that she would ever feel the same way, so he'd pretty much decided in his mind that no matter how strongly he felt, he would never do anything. His need for her in his life was more than his need to be with her in more than just a friend sense. It was of course, Kate Moon that was the subject of all the Slytherin's thoughts. Each time he consider calling it quits, or when the world seemed completely against him, when he felt like that there was no way it could get any worse. It was then that the usual smile sprung on his mind. The way she smiled, and the way she laughed. The way no matter what he saw perfection. A good heart, and a friendly nature that made the Slytherin feel like his father was maybe wrong about him. It was her, along with his friends that were the ones that spoke when his mind told him he was a useless waste of space just like his father thought he was. Just like his father told him he was. But in the end it wouldn't really matter, since he did care more about his friends than he did about his dad. And this in the long run would be the thing to help him. He knew that his father was right in many ways, but his friends were the ones to keep him going. They were the ones he really cared about. The people he would be willing to grow old with, if he ever got that option. Though, the Slytherin doubted his chances. After all the one thing on his mind since coming back to school had been what had happened in the last few days of being at home. Stefan couldn't understand it. He'd just snapped, it had become too much for him, and for the first time, he'd fought back. It had ended in Disaster, but there had been a moment of surprise from his father, clearly having never expected such a thing to happen under his watch. But like everyone, there was only so much Stefan Archer could take.
It was hard for Stefan. He was still readjusting and while others were just happy to be back, him being back was completely different. He was as thin as ever, but he'd grown several inches, making him appear, if possible, even skinnier than before. And he definitely looked like he hadn't eaten proper meals in a long while, but he could still cover it up with his clothes, that at least length wise seemed to now fit him. Well, the ones from first years, the clothes he'd been given the last summer holidays were going to be a little big for him for a little longer. They managed however to cover up most of what Stefan wanted them too. His bruised and cut right arm completely hidden by the sleeve, although at times if he wasn't careful the sleeve rode up and left part of the wrist exposed and bruises were never simple shapes that stopped when Stefan needed them too. He left arm was only slightly bruised, but there was slight discoloration around his wrist which was indication of a sprain, but he didn't know that, he couldn't see it. So he was a little less careful with that wrist. However, this time around his hands were pretty bad. With dark bruises, and a number of pretty terrible cuts caused by the fact that Stefan had used sharp objects to break his fall. Object he hadn't realized were sharp. So, both his hands were bandaged. It was pretty bad, and on top of it was the fact he had a huge bruise on the side of his face, stretching from his cheek to his ear and then down part of his throat. On the top of his head were a number of smaller cuts that looked a lot older. Of course, all of this was just what a person could see, underneath the clothes was a different story. He wanted things to just instantly go back to how they'd been before, but they couldn't. One thing however was that he could at least be sure that his friends would be nearby to help him. Something he hadn't really thought about until a few days before, but he knew he needed to surround himself with his friends and then think about everything else about his home life after that. His friends were the ones that he cared for the most. He wanted to be sure that they had had good winter holidays. That unlike him, they had good memories and had been to many places. or that they'd just spent it with their family. Something that Stefan did but he wouldn't exactly say that spending time with the man he had to call his father was family time. It wasn't the family time that he had ever wanted that was for sure.
Sighing to himself the Slytherin got ready and headed out of the dorm room. He knew that staying in doors would help him much less that going outdoors. He had gotten dressed in the clothes his father had given him, since they were a lot better at hiding how thin Stefan truly was. He had felt like a good place to go was outside, but Stefan was tired, and he had no strong desire to walk too much, so instead the Slytherin teen just walked to courtyard. It was a fairly busy place, but Stefan was able to sit down at a bench in the quieter area and just watch those around him. It was as he did, sitting in the slight noise that Stefan just felt like nothing could be worse. That all his thoughts of him just came crashing down. He leaned forward slightly, careful of the bruising and welts, leaning his elbows on his knees and lightly putting his head in his hands. While sitting as such, he thought of Kate and started to push away the memories and thoughts. His love for Kate was the reason that he could keep fighting, so he'd be able to see her again. She was light in his dark life. The one person he trusted most.
<SIZE size="50">It was hard for Stefan. He was still readjusting and while others were just happy to be back, him being back was completely different. He was as thin as ever, but he'd grown several inches, making him appear, if possible, even skinnier than before. And he definitely looked like he hadn't eaten proper meals in a long while, but he could still cover it up with his clothes, that at least length wise seemed to now fit him. Well, the ones from first years, the clothes he'd been given the last summer holidays were going to be a little big for him for a little longer. They managed however to cover up most of what Stefan wanted them too. His bruised and cut right arm completely hidden by the sleeve, although at times if he wasn't careful the sleeve rode up and left part of the wrist exposed and bruises were never simple shapes that stopped when Stefan needed them too. He left arm was only slightly bruised, but there was slight discoloration around his wrist which was indication of a sprain, but he didn't know that, he couldn't see it. So he was a little less careful with that wrist. However, this time around his hands were pretty bad. With dark bruises, and a number of pretty terrible cuts caused by the fact that Stefan had used sharp objects to break his fall. Object he hadn't realized were sharp. So, both his hands were bandaged. It was pretty bad, and on top of it was the fact he had a huge bruise on the side of his face, stretching from his cheek to his ear and then down part of his throat. On the top of his head were a number of smaller cuts that looked a lot older. Of course, all of this was just what a person could see, underneath the clothes was a different story. He wanted things to just instantly go back to how they'd been before, but they couldn't. One thing however was that he could at least be sure that his friends would be nearby to help him. Something he hadn't really thought about until a few days before, but he knew he needed to surround himself with his friends and then think about everything else about his home life after that. His friends were the ones that he cared for the most. He wanted to be sure that they had had good winter holidays. That unlike him, they had good memories and had been to many places. or that they'd just spent it with their family. Something that Stefan did but he wouldn't exactly say that spending time with the man he had to call his father was family time. It wasn't the family time that he had ever wanted that was for sure.
Sighing to himself the Slytherin got ready and headed out of the dorm room. He knew that staying in doors would help him much less that going outdoors. He had gotten dressed in the clothes his father had given him, since they were a lot better at hiding how thin Stefan truly was. He had felt like a good place to go was outside, but Stefan was tired, and he had no strong desire to walk too much, so instead the Slytherin teen just walked to courtyard. It was a fairly busy place, but Stefan was able to sit down at a bench in the quieter area and just watch those around him. It was as he did, sitting in the slight noise that Stefan just felt like nothing could be worse. That all his thoughts of him just came crashing down. He leaned forward slightly, careful of the bruising and welts, leaning his elbows on his knees and lightly putting his head in his hands. While sitting as such, he thought of Kate and started to push away the memories and thoughts. His love for Kate was the reason that he could keep fighting, so he'd be able to see her again. She was light in his dark life. The one person he trusted most.