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Post by roselin on Jun 25, 2011 19:50:25 GMT -5
 It was one of those days for Roselin. Something just wasn't right with him. All day, he had been uncharacteristically silent in his classes and on the Quidditch pitch. He'd even left Keir to stay behind while he'd filed in with the rest of the team. It was rare that he didn't stay right with his best friend, but that was just another tell-tell sign that something was wrong with him.
He had avoided conversation at dinner, choosing instead of returned to the common room after only a few bites of food. And he didn't stay for long in the common room, ignoring all of the offers to join in study groups and games in favor of retiring to the shared dorm room. Once inside, he headed to the dressers to change into his pajama pants- he felt sick to his stomach, and all he wanted to do was get some rest and sleep it off.
Flashes of memories and feelings crowded his mind. He hated days like this, but there was nothing he could do about it. He felt dizzy and sat on the edge of the bed- closing his eyes in an attempt to block it all out. His fists clenched against the bed's comforter- his knuckles turned white from his tight grip. All of his thoughts were becoming jumbled and left him disoriented. No one else was in the room, else someone might have seen the bizarre behavior as the boy stood up and began to walk aimlessly around the room, his eyes fluttering open and close.
Finally, he stopped near his dresser once more, and he gazed over at it with a frighteningly blank expression. The next moment of what happened was anyone's guess, but a loud crash sounded from the room- the dresser was left in shambles. Wood splinters, glass, and cloth lay splayed across the floor. And Roselin stood there, breathing hard as he looked at what he had done and wishing that the broken furniture had been a person's body.
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NOTES - @@; this post is so... incoherent, but then again, so is Rosie in this post.
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Post by keir on Jun 25, 2011 23:30:41 GMT -5
 Keir felt like a train that'd been thrown off it's tracks, laying on his side...useless. Usually he and Roselin stayed behind on the pitch after practice, but not today. His best friend had acted oddly all day long, even before practice, and it worried him to no end. Ever since seeing Roselin's back...as his best friend went in after practice, there'd been a cold lump in Keir's chest.
It'd only grown larger when he saw the other boy leave dinner early. He would let his best friend brood for a little while, stuffing his face as he lost himself deep in his thoughts. Those around him had given up on including him in their conversations, as his expression (save for his mouth) was hidden from view.
Soon enough he found that he couldn't take it anymore. He would just have to corner Roselin and ask him what the matter was. Keir didn't recall having done anything to upset the other boy, but he wasn't self centered enough to think that it surely had to do with him.
The boy absently said his goodbye to the Gryffindors he'd been sitting with, before hurrying out of the dining hall and up the numerous flights of stairs to the Gryffindor common room. He hurriedly spoke the password, then burst into the large room decorated in reds and yellows. Roselin wasn't here....and just as he was about to start for the stairs, Keir heard the loud crash from one of the dorms.
Keir felt sick as he hurried up the steps before slamming open the door to the 5th year boys' bedroom...and there was Roselin, standing close to a pile of...
Had that been a piece of furniture?!
"Roselin!" He hurried over, stepping over some of the mess to face the other boy. Keir then checked for injuries, his eyes wide with near-panic.
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Post by roselin on Jun 26, 2011 23:04:01 GMT -5
Roselin felt as if the time was moving far too slow, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He didn't have the willpower to speed it back up- he just stared at what he had done.
And then he heard it: the voice of someone. Someone had called his name. Someone... he watched as Keir ran around him and took a hold of his arms and hands, checking for injuries. He said nothing at first, just stared at the other boy as if he were seeing him for the first time. The scene was all to familiar- someone was calling to him, checking to see if he was okay, that he wasn't hurt. Only this time, he wasn't.
"I didn't mean to..." he whispered, gently pulling away from Keir, still in his daze-like trance. "I wasn't trying to... it just happened..." with that, he sat down on his bed, but his gaze was remained focused on the floor. He hadn't actually been trying to break the dresser, and he couldn't explained why it had happened. He had been standing there, staring at it, wanting to hurt something- to hurt someone. And then it had started to shake before completely collapsing.
It wasn't the first time his magic had acted in its own accordance. In fact, ever since the horrific attack when he was younger, his magic had been unstable, despite his attempts to reign it in. Although he was much better at it now, as a fifth year, he had days where he felt completely broken and alone- he felt just like he had all those years ago.
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Post by keir on Jun 27, 2011 3:29:43 GMT -5
What the hell was going on? The dresser was in shambles, and Roselin was looking at him as if he didn't know him --on top of the other boy having acted distant and strange the entire day! Now he was stepping away and Keir found himself moving forward, simultaneously filling the gap Roseline was trying to put between them.
Then his best friend sat on on his bed, and Keir stood before him. He felt overwhelmed by the urge to wrap his arms around Roselin and to protect him from everything and everyone.
"It's alright...it was just a dresser..."
Keir kept his hands to himself for now, he didn't want to startle the other boy...especially because he was like this. Not only would it made Roselin more distraught, but Keir could easily end up just like that dresser.
It was apparent that Roselin was experiencing enough of an emotional turmoil that he couldn't control his magic. There was no way to tell where the magic could hit next.
"What's going on? What's wrong, Roselin?"
His hand curled into fists at his side, to keep him from pulling Roselin close and just holding him. He ached with the need to hold his best friend close. But this wasn't about him but about Roseline...and it didn't feel as if an embrace was on the other boy's list of needs right now.
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Post by roselin on Jun 28, 2011 2:04:03 GMT -5
Roselin turned slowly to face Keir, and suddenly the features on his face changed. It seemed that whatever had been wrong with him was being resolved- wheels in his head were turning, and it was as if he suddenly remembered who and where he was. His large grey eyes blinked a few times in confusion at his best friend, then he frowned. "It's nothing. I don't... know what happened," he lied. Usually, lying was easier than that, but Keir had caught him just as he was starting to come out of his trance.
It wasn't the first time it had happened, but he thought he had gotten better- most of the time he just went silent, most of the time he ignored people, most of the time he didn't lose control on his magic. He was disappointed in himself, truly. "I'm okay, though. Thank you," he took out his wand and looked at the mess. He knew he needed to clean it up before anyone else saw. Muttering the repair spell and waving his wand, the dresser began to re-arrange itself.
He smiled, satisfied when he was done and turned back to Keir. It was almost eerie how calm he was and how he was playing off the incident as minor. True, no one had gotten hurt, and he hadn't gone crazy and tried to hurt people... but he had been muttering nonsense and staring past people- like he hadn't even seen they were there.
"I think I need to get a snack from the kitchens. You in?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and making his way to the Gryffindor dorm's exit.
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Post by keir on Jun 28, 2011 2:14:29 GMT -5
He was nearly bursting with frustration. Keir felt the need to pull out his overgrown hair, just so he could see every little change in his best friend's expression. He didn't know what to do, but figured that if he could at least read Roseline's face, he could figure something out. Absently he blew at the hair over his eyes, watching intently as Roselin's expression appeared to change.
The other boy didn't know what had happened?
Well that was more than a little strange...but Keir had always gotten a bit of an odd vibe from Roseline. And he'd hung around despite this. So there was no doubt in his mind that he'd stick around even after this incident. He loved Roseline, therefore it'd take something major to make him leave the other's side. Maybe even murder.
His knuckles had turned white, from how hard he was pressing his nails into his palms. Keir was tense, he wanted to know what had happened. He didn't step forward, nor did he step back...he would wait and see...
The change in subject nearly gave him whiplash. What? Food? The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands went slack at his sides. "Food? You want food?" His tone was tinged with disbelief, and he found himself feeling a little hysterical...
"Roselin."
He bit his lip for a moment, then pressed on, "Wait. What happened?" Despite wanting to stand his ground and find a way to help Roselin through whatever the hell had happened...he found himself running after the other boy when he left the room. Dammit all...
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Post by roselin on Jul 9, 2011 18:48:29 GMT -5
He could hear the confusion in his friend's voice, but no part of him was going to give into it. He knew that it was more out of worry- concern- at least, that was what he would like to think. But Roselin Winchester was not about to give anyone his trust, not with information like that. Whether it was because he didn't trust Keir to keep it or secret or because he did not want (or need) the inevitable pity that would come with it, he didn't know. But for now, there were secrets best left kept.
"Don't worry about it," the boy gave his friend a quirked smile before making another attempt to change the subject. "Come on, I'm starving," and with that, he continued his exit out of Gryffindor common room. He wasn't going to stay behind and dwell on the mess. It appeared that this particular episode was over, and he would be "normal" for quite some time. True, he was supposed to head to the hospital wing whenever he felt one coming on, but why should he?
It wasn't as if he wanted the Hogwarts staff to think that he was incapable of being a strong, normal fifteen year old boy. "If you don't hurry, we won't be the Hufflepuff rush," the Hufflepuffs who knew the secrets to getting into the kitchens often got there before the Gryffindors. Even Slytherins would go- but it wasn't as if the "secret" of the kitchen was well known. Still, Roselin didn't like other people.
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