Paul Tarwater
March 12, 2007 5:55 PM
No Subject by Paul Tarwater
Paul held his head up as he stared into the bright, afternoon sky. He was sitting against some sort of woody plant, legs folded under him, with a letter on his lap. His own blue eyes mirrored the sky and his black hair blew lightly. Paul was grinning, thanking whatever was up there, for this letter. It was exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed. It was his Sanctuary.It was a letter from his parents allowing Paul to stay at school for Midterm. Without Cissy. Without torture. The fact that he'd barely helped in the Quidditch game didn't even bother him. This school was wiled up in sports too much anyway to see the real glory of Quidditch. But Paul was staying here. This place, filled with annoying sore losers and bad winners with hyper fake kids that Paul hated was now his Sanctuary. A place he was away from Cissy.
Paul knew if his parents were rich and upper-classed purebloods, he'd have to come home. There were probably going to be winter debutante balls and whatnot all over. And because of this, Paul thanked for the first time his family wasn't upper-class. Who needed it anyway? Paul was set to work in a book shop next summer anyway. He could bring money into his proud family next summer and turn their bad financial luck around. Just like he always wanted. And if he was lucky, maybe he could trap Cissy in a well!
Paul's head slacked down as his neck started to hurt, and to occupy his time Paul pulled his letter up again. He reread it, noting carefully the Dearest son and the we will miss you over the holidays as well as the we are so proud of you. If there were any two people Paul could ever feel great pride from in his life, it was his mother and father. And when they added those flourishes into their letters, it made the boy swell up.
Especially when they let him avoid his sister (though they didn't know how much of a terror she was). \n\n
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Irene Liddowe
March 17, 2007 2:36 AM
Erm..hi! by Irene Liddowe
Irene wandered down the path to the Labrynth Gardens, feeling she just needed to clear her head. Her feeling of homesickness was almost overwhelming. Irene missed Uncle Mike, Renaye, Josh, and even Elaina's constant jabbering. This whole thing was just so stupid... She couldn't wait for the day when everything that had to do with her father was over. Then, maybe, she could actually live a normal life, rather than hiding in her room whenever someone knocks at the door.Irene pushed her dark hair from her face and away from her hazel eyes as she made her way farther down the path. She had been looking foreward to mid-term. Ever since Uncle Mike's first weird letter she had been kind of low. Her cousins always had their ways in cheering her up, especially Renaye.
Irene had reached the gardens, seeing a boy sitting with a letter in his lap. Irene didn't see the point in sitting by herself and made her way over to him.
"This spot taken?" She said with a small smile.
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Paul
March 19, 2007 3:12 PM
Hi? by Paul
Paul was still sitting there, feeling jubilated with that letter on his lap. His head still to the sky, he actually felt like he was flying in it. It was amazing, he wouldn't have to go home. The only possible thing that could ruin this... except of course Cissy finding him and bullying him. But then he'd probably be up on his feet later and still happy. Because she was going home. And he wasn't. And Paul sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that, or she'd make up an excuse to stay. She would have to find out the day she left.Paul wasn't even bothered when another Pecari first year asked him if the spot was taken. Paul simply gave her a blank look, and shook his head. "Go right ahead," he muttered, before looking down again to re-read his letter. It made Paul calm down, since he wasn't one to like being around people. Especially Pecaris, the most annoying of them all.
Normally Paul probably would have told this girl off. He would have said something cold and rude to her to push her away, and if she still persisted, Paul himself would walk away. But if he was happy, then he shouldn't mind others near him... right? As long as said people were going to chat his ear off, Paul would have to leave if that happened. He never liked talking much, but just sitting next to someone was fine enough.\n\n
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