Azaiah wandered the darkened halls for the seventh night since he'd been here. He was, once again, unable to deal with laying on his bed awake, his mind wandered too much, and if it wandered too far, he could get stuck in a memory of 'that night', once again. He had tried to go to the common room, but he had been stuck, pacing around like a caged lion, and his motions had become erratic. In a fit of panic he had rushed out of the Slytherin House and down the halls, still in his Pj's.
He scanned the room, paranoia setting in, but calmed himself, he had ended up doing this for six nights now, and no teacher has noticed, or just didn't care. It was quite disappointing to think about, for how famous Hogwarts was he'd assume they'd at least punish those who break the rules. Though, he supposed he shouldn't complain, if they had actually enforced their rules he'd be stuck in his dorm, and most likely have a panic attack.
He took a deep breath and scanned the corridor he was walking through, the candlelight lit up the hall well enough, and glinted off the suits of armor, causing eerie shadows to dance across the old stone walls. Flashbacks of 'that night' ran rampant through his 'mind palace' causing his breath to come in short gasps, and his steely eyes flash around unseeingly, he couldn't get under control.
There he was, that sick, sick man, he was approaching the small boy, knife clutched tightly in his pale hands, a twisted grin of morbid delight spreading across his face. The knife lowered tot he immobile child, who couldn't move, his mind frozen in fear....
Azaiah was now crouched beside a suit of armor, eyes blindly looking at something that wasn't there. Tears streamed down his face and choked sobs echoed through the halls, disturbing the silent corridor. Unbeknownst to the traumatized boy someone had heard his silent pleas for help....
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