Paul Tarwater
June 28, 2008 9:43 PM
Not looking forward by Paul Tarwater
Paul looked at his hands, shaking still even though it was months ago that he had been in pain. He pushed the sleeves of his father's oversized robe down far enough so he could only see the tips of his fingers, then hid both arms behind his back and gave a small sigh. It would stop in time for him to go home, it should. He wasn't allowed to stay for Midterm this year, his mother was far too worried about his well being. She had wanted him to stay in the hospital for a few months before school, but he'd refused. She'd allow him away, only if he came home for Midterm.Paul really didn't know why he decided to go to school. There would be no Cissy there, no Horace, both would be away. Gone. Learning. And if he came back, he would have to stay for Midterm while Cissy was gone. It would have been heaven, he might not be so paranoid (this was doubted in his mind though). Paul supposed the hospital was just too much, too depressing. The people were so... sick, and he hated being thought of like those people. Too sick to be thought of as human. The Healers stood outside his room discussing not him but the mechanics of the curse. He didn't matter there.
It smelled like dried out lilacs there, too. A smell they seemed to think would make the patients happy, when it just made them want the real thing. The windows were charmed, so they saw so many different landscapes. It was interesting, until Paul wished he could actually see the real sky.
Cissy's fault. Cissy's fault he was in there wishing for things he should have had. Ugh, Paul shook his head, meshing the thoughts up. What was he doing, being so selfish now of all times. He was outside. In fact, he couldn't stand being inside the school for more than an hour.
Classes about murdered him. One after another, only going outside for Care and Herbology. It was nerve racking, he was more paranoid inside than outside. Unless he was around the Quidditch Pitch. Then he would have almost preferred the musty air of classroom.
He was outside now, breathing freash air. Paul was even looking up, looking at the clouds and trying to make pictures of them. He still couldn't though, very well. Paul had found... a bird... maybe. Or a fish. He was so bad at cloud watching, he sort of wished Danae was here to help him with this. And he would have sought her out for once, not waited until he ran into her as usual, he was afraid of being completely alone in a crowd of people who could hurt him. Well, Paul would have sought her out, but she seemed like she was gaining more friends, and probably wouldn't want to spend her time out here with a paranoid antisocialite.
Paul knew that would have annoyed him to no end.
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