Nathaniel Mordue
April 06, 2018 9:51 PM
I'm thoroughly miserable all around (tag Kir). by Nathaniel Mordue
In class, Dorian had seemed to forgive Nathaniel for the accident, but he could not get the episode in Defense Against the Dark Arts out of his mind. He worried about it for the rest of the day as he carefully avoided the other boy, thinking over and over again about how Dorian had looked a bit frightened of him.Frightened. Of him. That was a remarkable thought. Nathaniel was a first year, and totally powerless in any case - this was something he all too often remembered, when Mama was sad or Jeremy was not good and refused to listen to anyone or Nathaniel himself was particularly struck by the fact his father was still gone. Before he’d come here, Nathaniel had thought of Uncle Alexander and the word ‘authority’ as practically the same concept, and Uncle Alexander didn’t frighten him, of course, but he knew that in theory people were afraid only of people who had some kind of power. Which Nathaniel did not. He supposed this was why it was bothering him so, along with feeling incredibly stupid for having started a conversation with the desire to befriend someone and then punched said someone in the face.
With such pleasant thoughts on his mind, and the fact that he had probably ruined his reputation and made the whole House hate him forever because of the ten points thing, he was not surprised that he felt miserable by the end of the day. He was, however, surprised by the exact quality of his misery. He didn’t just feel bad emotionally, he also felt bad physically. He didn’t think he’d felt that bad emotionally about it, for it to make him sick, so he assumed he really was sick. Injury on top of insult.
He thought about going to the hospital wing, but realized he wasn’t sure he remembered the way and so contemplated going to lie down instead in the hopes that whatever was bothering him would pass. By the time he got to Teppenpaw after classes and a supper he’d no more than picked at, however, he was feeling so much worse that he began to think this was not a good plan after all. He paused outside the second year dormitory door, wondering if it would be completely inappropriate to ask for assistance after earlier. Dorian had assured him he believed that it had been an accident, after all….
Before he made up his mind, another door opened and disclosed another familiar face, one he had not recently given a nosebleed to. A solution. This was good. Nathaniel turned away from the second year door and took a step toward Kir McLeod.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. “Could you - tell me the directions to the hospital wing, please?”
OOC: Godmodding bits involving Dorian and Kir discussed with their author.
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Kir McLeod
April 07, 2018 11:57 PM
Oh dear. Let's do something about that by Kir McLeod
Kir had just finished writing a letter to his family. He glanced at his watch. He probably had enough time to make it up to the owlery and post it this evening before curfew, and that was preferable to rushing breakfast in the morning. Plus, between his homework and writing the letter, it felt like he’d spent a large portion of the evening bent over a table, and a little walk before bed seemed like it’d be good for him.As he stepped into the corridor, he saw Nathaniel, the first year boy he’d met at the feast, outside the second year boys’ dorm. He guessed they’d become friends. They were all… alike. In a certain way. But then Nathaniel turned and talked to him instead, asking about how to get to the hospital wing, and Kir noticed that he was pale and shadowy eyed, with a general air of misery. The hospital wing was not exactly far from Teppenpaw Commons. He was surprised that Nathaniel had forgotten where it was, although he supposed it was one of those parts of the school that one didn’t visit very often, and so perhaps the information had got pushed out in favour of something more useful. Or maybe he just didn’t really want to go by himself. Kir found it hard to believe he’d been as small when he was a first year as Nathaniel seemed to him now. He was sure he’d felt big and grown up, coming away to boarding school, but Nathaniel looked like a little boy. A lost, sick little boy, who didn’t have his parents here to look after him.
“I’ll walk you down there,” he offered. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
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Oh dear. Let's do something about that
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Nathaniel
April 10, 2018 7:23 AM
It seems more and more of a good idea to do so. by Nathaniel
Nathaniel was slightly surprised by the offer to escort him in the right direction, but not really in a mood to object too strenuously. He rubbed his arms, feeling chilly and knowing this was not ideal or appropriate for the current indoor climate. He had not been sick very often in his life, all things considered, but he had been sick often enough to remember that it usually involved wanting and having lots of blankets.Ideally, it also had Mama checking in on him regularly and sitting with him when he wanted her to, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen here. If he were more or less dying, maybe then they would call his mother, but he was supposed to be as much like a grown-up as possible now and that meant handling most things without her. He couldn’t imagine Uncle Alexander calling Grandmama to hover over him every time he felt the slightest bit poorly….
“Thank you,” he said. “I just - feel a little bad. I might have a fever - you might want to stay away,” he added, thinking of this. They usually didn’t want to let him around Jeremy or Sylvia or Simon when he was ill, or vice-versa. Why, then, was it okay for Mama to visit him so much when he didn’t feel well? Were sickness harder for adults to catch?
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It seems more and more of a good idea to do so.
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