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For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

A soft slap resounded in a small part of the Quidditch Training Pitch, the owner of the hand slipped it off his neck. He swore that something touched his neck and he was really not wanting to earn a mosquito from just trying to enjoy his time outside. Loud chewing came from the gum in the boy's mouth, it had been graciously sent to him by his mother as part of an emergency care package. His letters to them as of late had been riddled with doubt and it seemed that they were afraid he was falling into some pre-teen angst phase. Probably. Reid was aware of how he had been feeling and quite frankly was letting it run its course, he had fallen into a state of indifference with most things. 

The year was passing by and it felt as if he was running stagnant, that nothing was changing and things were getting worse. This thought scrunched his expression as he used his free hand to grab a stone with vice grip, exhaling the steam from his lungs. So Reid had been avoiding people, the smallest things had begun to annoy him and he was afraid to do more harm than good. This was especially true with his  friend, Sabrina. 

It's caused him to bend over backwards from the discomfort of his thoughts recently, weren't Hufflepuffs supposed to be the happy house? A scoff escaped his lips as he approached one of the many walls of the pitch. His eyes squinted against the sun's rays, chewing his gum as he optically scaled it. With how much he dodged people, he subjected himself to menial things to bide his time like throwing rocks and wandering the grounds like one of the castle's ghosts. This just added to things and he was sure he could be studying or something. 

His eyes were glued to the statue with crossed swords, staring at the gap as if it was a goal. Quidditch was the only thing that he really let occupy his mind, despite him not even wearing a uniform on his back. He didn't know if he got in, but Reid hoped it would be the one good news he'll hear this week or whenever it would be announced. The young boy dropped the small sack of gum beside him and pocketed the rock. 

The sleeves of his dress shirt were fixed to be folded up to his elbow as he then drew his arm back. Reid inhaled and hurled the rock up towards the man with swords crossed over his head with a grunt. His projectile got higher than most, but he was still subjected to watching it hit the wall instead and fall towards the ground. He was still squinting, but now it was coupled with a frown as he stared at the unreachable goal. "Thought I'd make it." he mused, chewing his gum. 

There was momentary elation to see it get so high, but then the reality of it was he didn't have enough power to make it. Thoughts that beat to the sound of doubt resurfaced in his mind, maybe he'd make it if he was a better wizard? Could he even call himself a wizard? Reid threw his hands up and folded them over his head with his hand gripping his forearm to lock it. Stop.

Height, the way he threw it, and size of the rock was all he thought about to distract himself from the mess in his head. He didn't know how to cope with failure and shortcomings, but that didn't mean he could learn, eventually. The boy dropped his hands to his side and looked over his shoulder, squinting against the sun as he thought he had caught sight of someone.
Last edited by Phaedra Stavrou on 21st May 2018, 2:00 am, edited 1 time in total.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

There was a dark cloud of sadness cast over the school that resembled the sky outside. Dull and gray, with just a hint of sunlight shining through, occasionally blinding those with the rare luck to look upon the glimmering sunshine. Everywhere one walked in the castle, they could expect to find a myriad of children with stony expressions on their young faces, lethargically dragging themselves from class to class with the mentality of a bunch of war heroes, recovering from a precarious fight. The hufflepuffs, most of all, had developed the uncanny habit of looking like the living dead .The self proclaimed house of happiness, rainbows, and all things sugar and spice looked exhausted as a whole, as many of Eris's hufflepuff friends had taken to traversing through the hallways with dead expressions on their normally lively faces. Even Serena, one of the kindest people Eris knew, walked with a new fearful expression, and the lively girl Eris had hunted for invisible animals with felt gone, replaced by the fearful husk of a person that haunted the hallways, pale, withdrawn, and grieving.

The reason for the punitive suffering of the inhabitants of the school was clear, as was the plight of the hufflepuff house. The camp out that had occured within the Grounds, with the aftermath being a burning forest and a haunted class of recovering badgers. But it wasn't only the hufflepuffs that suffered from the event, that still left the grass of the Great Forest singed, and the trees burnt. No, the whole school had gone into a shock, most students passing the hopsital wing and trying to look in on the faces of their friends. Slowly, the excitement to learn about the hufflepuff adventure faded, when the students had been let out of the hospital wing and hadn't returned to normal.

The sinister air surrounding the castle was too much for Eris, who couldn't fathom the magnitude of the melancholic mood, having only felt sad on a much smaller scale, in her own life. There was nothing happy inside of the castle, only stares and somber expressions. Evidently, the hufflepuff campout wasn't the only thing plaguing Eris and stressing her out. After a certain Daily Prophet Article had been posted about her parents, Eris's world had exploded again, into hues of dark red chaos and dramatics that the young girl wasn't sure how to handle, having never been exposed to such situations before.

It was like a sign had been stapled to her back, warning the world of her new status as a pureblood heir, and her mum's certifiable case of insanity. The halls of Hogwarts had turned into a stomping ground for Eris's anxiety, but nonetheless, she walked through the hallways with as much bravery and posture that a 4'2 with red hair and an equally red face could achieve. After all, she had promised herself to toughen up that day in the Dress Shop with Rhea and Serena. It wasn't like her own issues were as important as the hufflepuff house's problems. Of course, this promise had been before her personal life had been leaked to the Daily Prophet, but evidently, the promise was still there, lingering in the back of her mind.

Thus, in an attempt to get away from the drama of the castle, Eris had traveled down to the Quidditch Training pitch. Leaves and grass crackling under her feet, the girl absently trailed a hand down the side of the pitch. There was something peaceful about the empty pitch, without anybody flying in the sky above. Although, flying was the best feeling in the world. The freedom of flying, and the loss of all emotions besides the ones imperative to the game was something that Eris treasured. She didn't know any spells to open the locked broom closet but kicking at it would work. Right? Right.

Before starting to kick at the shed, Eris turned to scan the field again. Turning towards the Statue standing towards the end of the field, Eris's mouth parted into an Oof shock as she realized she wasn't alone. A brown haired boy stood by the statue, squinting into the faint sunlight. Disappointment at the intruder was quickly contrasted by the contradictory joy to see someone else out of the castle. Taking a step closer, Eris smiled faintly at the boy. Robb, right? Or was it Reid? Anyways, he was a friend of Sabrina's, and had been on the same Maze Team as Eris.

"Reid, right? What are you doing out here?" Eris smiled faintly, not knowing if sharing her grand plot for sneaking a flight would be a good idea. In time,her excitement to do something besides mope around in the castle got the better of her, but for now, she managed to contain her explosive excitement. Or at least, she could contain it until Reid started talking.
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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
Eris Fawley:

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

In many ways, he kept himself in good check by avoiding all of the hubbubs that surrounded the house's plight. It had become nothing but absolute sorrow for him whenever people would mention it. Reid was generally seen as a quiet but polite student, thus it made it easy for a number of students to come up and ask him about the whole night. It was a vicious cycle of the same story, told over and over again with the same structure and phrasing. 

A device, shadows, the injured, and a blazing inferno; that was the sequence. Tiresome, it left him feeling tiresome and rightfully irritated. He could recite the story from memory like a record stuck on an everlasting loop. Yet whenever he was asked of who brought the devices, Reid could not help but avoid lying to them. He did and that left him with an ugly realization of the whole situation. If only he didn't bring a simple flashlight, then he would never have been in this position. Perhaps he wasn't just avoiding the whispers, but what he thought was scorn in his mind. 

It was even more of an embarrassing thing to admit that he could barely cast a spell. The only redemption that he had was his physical abilities, which didn't exactly do much in his mind. So it was just a chaotic symphony of skepticism that beckoned his constant attention, calling him to lay his pride at his feet. It was already down there anyway, so what was the point? It was a vitality that was crushed under the swollen density of a perceived disgrace, unusual suspicion, and a growing acceptance that failure was nothing but a building block from which to stand on. 

But yet here he was sitting on it, feet planted on the earth beneath the block rather than atop of it. When did he get so pessimistic? A gibberish of words tumbled from his lips before he heard a pair of feet gently press against the crisp green grass. His strained gaze fell on the red-head, pausing to recognize the person in his visage. Red hair, short in size, and a fairly familiar face thanks to the murmurs of Hogwarts' resident rumormongers. 

How much of it was true though and how much of it was baseless fibs? The Daily Prophet couldn't scream it any louder and he had heard the name 'Eris Fawley' thrown into the mix. He only knew her circumstances as much as the ink on the newsprint had said and apparently, there was more to be had in the next issue. It was hard not to wonder what it was like to be in the public eye. Nevertheless, he didn't dare mention it since it was hardly any of his business. "Hey, Eris." 

The young boy gave a short shrug of his shoulders to answer her question, still returning the faint smile with one of his own. "I'm just wasting time and avoiding people, to be honest." To make light of things, there was a joking manner that hung on the edge of every syllable, despite how it betrayed his sincerity. He picked up the small bag on the floor to pull out a pair of gum, one he began unwrapping as he spoke. "Are you out here for Quidditch practice?" The wrapper was tucked within his pockets, along with his growing pile of other trash and lint.

He held the other piece out to her with an almost slight hesitation, curious if she'd even care for one. "Gum?" he flatly asked. There was an insurmountable amount of Drooble's in the bag and he was always fond of sharing with others when it came to it. Additionally, the muggle kids back in his hometown of Derby sought after gum so often that he couldn't help but think that magical folks were not any different. 

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 


At least he knew her name, and didn't visibly cringe at the name she called him. So that was Reid, then. Reid. Musing, considering the boy's name, Eris vaguely registered Reid's words, nodding her head in agreement. There hadn't been anything to agree too, yet she felt the truth of Reid's words hit her so suddenly, that Eris felt herself blink overdramatically, suddenly taken aback.

Wasting time and avoiding people. In recent days, those two things had become an art form for Eris. The simple art of ducking into hallways at the site of blonde hair, or taking off, running, when she caught the eye of a pureblood Slytherin, hoping to learn more about the Rowle-Fawley girl who had been lost for so many years, who's presence had been unbeknownst to the world until recently. Hell, Eris hadn't even known of her own blood status and family until Rhea Bishop had flung out her family story like it was absolutely nothing, unaware of the way Eris's world had flipped on it's access.

Her whole existence was a children's story, one that Amelia and Rhea had heard in their childhoods. But unlike most children's stories, this one did not have a foreseeable happy ending. Not with her father, currently at the Fawley Manor. Wherever that was, and with her mum and sister gone. Apparently they had just vanished into thin air like magic.

How stupid it was, this magical world. Months ago Eris had been overjoyed at the prospect of going to
a magical school, but she hadn't known that by holding onto the waxy letter with dirt stained hands, she had been signing herself up for uncovering of family secrets, confusion, and more drama than her 11 year old brain could focus on and wrap around. It was so confusing, and it was tiring.

She was supposed to be brave, yet, here she was now. Hiding on the Quidditch Pitch, not wanting to face the people of the school in light of the new information about herself. There were other matters to focus on, such as the boy in front of her, who was also dealing with a lot. Or at least, it seemed like that from the look of him, and from the memories circulating though Eris's head, reminding her of the forest on fire and the screams that could be heard from the Gryffindor Tower.

Talking to another student might help take her mind off of the dangerous thoughts running rampart through her brain, threatening to make her scream out loud in frustration and confusion. Running a hand through her hair, ignoring that the fingers caught on tangled red strands, as she tugged them through viciously, Eris shrugged her shoulders, like Reid had just done.

"No Quidditch Practice. I just needed a place to think away from the stares of the other kids." Eris shuffled her feet against the grass, averting her eyes, as she mentioned the stares. Silently pleading for Reid to have magically ignored the article in the Daily Prophet, or the rumors surrounding her, the girl's eyes shot upwards at the mention of gum.

"Gum?" What was gum? Having been raised by a mother who preferred to eat her own food, and rarely let her daughters out of the house, Eris had never eaten the chewy substance. Although, she knew what it looked like, from seeing people at the park, it wasn't like the little girl walked up to random people and asked what they were chewing on. Although abrasive and rude, sometimes, Eris wasn't the type to intrude in random people's business.

"I mean, yeah. I'd like some, uh, gum." What on earth was gum?!
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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
Eris Fawley:

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

STARES. A second later, it clicked in the boy's mind and the perplexed expression with a tilted head turned slightly bitter. So it was giving her trouble, he couldn't really imagine what it was like to have so much attention on her. He could barely take being called by a Professor nowadays that the thought of the whole school knowing your business had him almost cringing. For the slightest moment, a rare and painful grimace dashed through his normally placid features. 

HE could relate to her in some way, although he was hardly someone who wanted to talk about something particularly scandalous. He assumed she was the same with the newspaper and thus it was more or less an unspoken agreement to him. Yes, he wanted to ask and he wanted to know. But a part of him was a little worried that it would be something she would not thank him kindly for. Though he hoped she wouldn't bring up what happened at the camp out either; albeit Reid wouldn't find himself particularly disdained if she did. 

HE would more or less probably find some way to weasel his way out of it if it came to it. Perhaps their circumstances were just peculiar at best. Although, what did seem the most peculiar was the tone of her voice when he offered her the piece of candy. "... Have you -" Reid stopped himself short, looking as easily perplexed as she sounded. There was no way she wouldn't know, well there was a way, but he's never heard of someone not knowing this simple sweet. His voice dropped slightly, almost unsure of whether he should make a blatant notice of it. The redhead might just attack him for trying to do so after all. 

"YOU never had gum before, Eris?" he queried, still holding it out to her. There were a lot of things he took for granted in the muggle world that he realized some of his friends didn't exactly know about. Video games, pop culture references, and just the average knowledge that a kid his age would know were sometimes strange to his peers. But a part of him was used to this, he's had to explain things a few times before. Though, hopefully, she'll form her own opinion on it once she tries it. "Okay, but, I have to ask this." 

THE Hufflepuff quickly paused and tilted his head slightly with a quizzical expression on his face. "Do you read comic books? I won't judge you if you don't, I'm just curious." Nothing gave off the fact that she remotely even read comic books and nothing she said gave off that impression. Was it desperation? Perhaps. Reid had been secretly taking a tally of the students who have spared even one glance towards them. He just wanted someone to talk to about the latest issues he's been getting in the mail. If it was possible, he could gain a friend over it too. 

IF he was going to be at Hogwarts for most of the year and away from his local comic book store, he might as well have people to suffer with. But so far, that group has been less than the fingers on his two hands. But even if he did find a common ground with the Gryffindor girl, Reid had a heavy doubt she'd consider talking to him about it. Regardless, he had the uncanny zeal to ask her anyway; even with fingers crossed behind his back.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?


They were the children of rumors. He was a hufflepuff, one of the children who were frowned down upon in the hallways, treated different by the other three houses due to the secrets that followed in their wake, sparking up like the ashes of a fire. Just like the fire that had burnt half their house, and had woken up the rest of the children in the school with screams and the crackles of growing fire and panic. She was the daughter of two missing people, the heir to an illustrious name or two. She was too small to hold up all the expectations on her slim shoulders, and he looked too tired to survive the rumors that grew just as the fire had grown at the grounds.

How odd, the fact a simple mistake could make or break a young child's image at school--or a life, in general. Had the Hufflepuff campout been created to fail? It was not something that Eris understood, but from the rumors that excreted themselves from the odd talkative hufflepuff's lips, there was a tentative understanding of the chaos that she had seen from afar from the windows of the Gryffindor common room. A tad bit of understanding that echoed in the base of her skull, reflecting upon the sparks of flame that sometimes flickered in Eris's vision, reminding her of the mortality of the students of the school.

Even with magic, they were not immortal. There were things that they could not run from, could not cast away with a spell or two. Apparently, flames were one of those things. As were rumors. Any amount of punching could not attack, nor detain the stares that followed in Eris's wake. If only she wasn't so..noticeable, down to the shade of her hair to the height that put her inches below everyone, singling her out as the one and only Eris Elcan. But that wasn't her name anymore. No, she was Eris Fawley. A different girl, a heir to chaos and purity, a witch born to rule over a family full of magic. A girl that Eris did not feel she was, someone who stood from afar, mocking Eris through glances in the mirrors.

Who was the girl staring back at her? It was not Eris. She was not the pureblood heir, she was just Eris. The girl who loved comic books and dragons, and the feeling of soaring above the world on a broomstick. Sighing, Eris reached up to brush another curl out of her face, as they kept slapping back into her forehead due to the persistent faint wind blowing strong enough to blow hair around, along with lifting and swirling leaves on the grassy ground the two children stood on.

Face turning indignantly red, Eris shook her head violently, causing her hair to spill into her eyes once more. "My mum was anti-gum, candy, and anything good growing up. I mean, she is a crazy woman, so I suppose it makes sense." Her mother was a crazy woman, and the simple truth of it, just being said out loud, even over a matter as trivial as comic books, hurt. Yet, there was something trustworthy about Reid. The hufflepuff boy wasn't going to laugh at her, to ogle at her like an animal in a zoo. No, he seemed to be going through his own hardship.

Just as the melodramatic thoughts threatened to spill out and overwhelm the girl in a flood of feelings, the mention of the word comic books grounded Eris again. Her father had loved comic books, had insisted on letting Eris and her sister read the books, watch the superhero movies, and learn every possible detail about the fictional worlds in their pages. He said it was the closest thing to magic in their society, and the irony of that statement was laughable, but still, Eris's love of comic books and superheros had spawned from her father, and was not going to go away anytime soon.

Eyes lit up with some kind of inner light, Eris nodded her head vigorously, hair spilling into her face for the third time in a minute. "Of course I've read comic books! My favourite is Captain America, but the old one. Steve Rogers, not Sam-" Oh no. What if he liked DC COMICS instead of Marvel?

"I mean, uh, I like comic books, yeah. What kind do you like?" The girl caught herself before she launched into a rant about her favourite comics. It had been months since she had read a comic book, having been on the streets, than at Hogwarts. The school library was woefully devoid of comic books, and the only superhero stories that Eris was caught up on were those in her own mind.

sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
Eris Fawley:

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

THE boy grimaced, teeth bared even the slightest to hear about her 'candy-less' upbringing. How could this be? There was rarely ever a time that he wasn't without a treat in his pocket, whether for himself or to share. But with how she answered, there was definitely more behind it. What he never truly realized was that everyone had their own struggles, not everyone had the privilege of his relatively normal life. His parents were supportive, largely available, and always did what was best for him. Though that wasn't the case for everyone and with how much he caught by his ear, Reid knew. 

BUT knowing and questioning were two different things, not everyone wanted to share and that was something he slowly figured out through the year. It was a painful lesson but lesson learned nonetheless, so he treated Eris the same. They didn't need to talk about the rumors that might have plagued her consciousness about the paper for hours, days even. They didn't need to talk about the burning smell he'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to, only to figure out it was nothing. They were kids after all and as such, the gravity of it all really just went over his head like a snitch. But the Hufflepuff was more about brevity than anything, he wasn't well articulated and he didn't grow up in a household that stressed it. 

IT was nice to know that she wasn't going to ask him how he was doing or whether he was okay. Reid would be okay, alone or not, relying on another person for comfort was a foreign thought he wouldn't even bother to entertain. It was a weakness after all, right? He jumped right onto the other train though at even the slightest mention of Captain America. The boy flashed a slight grin, trying not to seem too happy to hear that she wasn't totally unfamiliar with comics. "What?! No way, Captain America? But Thor is so much cooler." he dared, looking slightly smug in his statement. Reid unwrapped another piece and put it in his mouth. 

"MARVEL though, I like Marvel. I mean ... I read an Aquaman comic once and it was -" There was a pause in his statement, pursed lips and gritted teeth as he finished his sentence. "Pretty good." It was almost faint, he was afraid to admit it, but the issue was pretty cool. The boy began walking backwards as there was nothing stopping him anyway. The boy shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly - did he come off weird for saying it? "I get some of them in the parcel sometimes, but mum says I should read the books at the library more. They're boring though, not enough pictures, too many words." he groaned. The direction that his feet were taking him was towards the pitch of course, after all, he was here to wander.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 


Her earlier mortification of not sharing interests, and not knowing what on earth gum was, vanished away at the grin on the hufflepuff's face, and at the apparent comic book conversation about to follow. It wasn't a choice that Eris had made, really, to start reading comic books. From a young age, her father had impressed upon his rambunctious daughter just how amazing fantasy worlds were, and how there was a special thrill in learning of magic & adventures that were going on in the real world, just hidden to the eyes of those who didn't know how to look well enough.

It was irony of the deepest sort that Eris's life had become something straight out of an X-men comic or a fairy tale and that her father wasn't there to witness it. Her owls to him had gone unread, and the stack of returned letters in the owlery grew larger by the day. Over time, Eris had backed off, no longer sending letters to her father. There wasn't a reason that explained why he couldn't reply to a simple owl, but perhaps gaining years of one's memory back was an arduous task. What would Eris know about it? Sometimes, she liked to pretend that her father was engaging in an adventure of his own, traveling around to regain his memories, but also to enjoy the wizarding world. Eris hadn't seen much of the wizarding world, outside of Hogwarts, but she imagined there was a lot for a full-grown adult wizard to see and do, Eris assumed.

A smile made it's way to Eris's lips, before it turned into a beam. Even if he was wrong, at least Reid knew about comics. "Well, Thor is cool and all, but he's no Captain America. Cap is super cool, and Thor is just wandering around like 'I'm Thor, everyone should like me because I have long hair and an accent.' Eris replied, grudgingly at first, before attempting to lower her voice to mimic Thor's deep, rather Shakespearean accent. The attempt failed, and Eris let out an unrestrained laugh for the first time in a while, ever since the rumors had started. She had almost forgotten how to laugh, which was rather depressing for a young girl, and one who was so rambunctious and hyper, to boot. Yes, the rumors were paying a toll on Eris, but why should they?

It felt nice to laugh, to bring back the creature comforts that Eris had pushed away in lieu of being a child. All Eris knew how to do these days was hide, and run away from the quizzical expressions in the hallways. A pang of sadness hit her, and Eris sighed. Maybe hiding was all that great an idea. Perhaps it was time to stop running from rumors, and just deal with them. Many people struggled, she wouldn't be the first or the last. Eris deemed, eyeing the gum that Reid was shoving into his mouth. Grin fading, Eris studied the gum with a questioning expresion on her young face. How much gum could he put in his mouth?

She was about to comment on the gum when he mentioned liking DC. Eris recoiled for a moment, before listening to the rest of his sentence. He seemed ashamed to admit it, so clearly, Reid knew that marvel was far better than DC. Maybe they had some good comics, just like Marvel had some bad comics. It wasn't Eris's place to judge, without reading, even if the fundamental parts of her childhood were screaming at her to mention the horrors that accompanied Dc, such as Superman.

Following Reid, as his feet crunched into the leaves in the pitch, Eris chattered on, not knowing if he wanted quiet, or if they were still talking. "I haven't read any DC comics. My dad never liked them much, and he was the comic collector in the family, I just read what he had to offer."Reid kept talking, mentioning parsels and the books in the library, and Eris kept walking. She hadn't received any parcels from home, but Eris had seen the large packages dropping from the ceiling by owl mail, and knew what he meant.

I don't mind the library books, but I don't really have time to sit around reading. There's so much to do at the Castle, and so much magic. It's a lot more fun to pretend you're in a book, rather than read a book. If that makes any sense."

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For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

COMICS became a part of his life that took on impermanence, one second it was there and then the next it was gone. They weren't consistent, but the same stories left him feeling rather static at the very least. It was all meant to be an escape, a temporary flight from the humdrum of suburban living in Derby. He grew up in a rather small city, it had a lot of history, but he was hardly ever told to dream beyond the miles that marked the end of Derbyshire. He barely saw glimpses of London, Birmingham even.

BUT for the last years of his life that he could remember, he found little excitement in his small block he called his kingdom. His friends came from all walks of life, but they all did the same thing. His father had fished an old Hungarian comic book he read as a child, though Reid couldn't understand it, he enjoyed the pictures. He had taken it to a comic shop he knew in Derby, wondering if they sold more issues of it. Instead, he found himself introduced to a plethora of characters from different universes.

HE gravitated towards the more spectacular ones, like Thor and Spider-Man even. From there it just grew, taking the time to go after school to read up on the latest issue without buying it. For a bit, he could think of a world beyond his own and beyond his classroom. Just for a little while, he could think that he could be any of these heroes and live in a world where normality was skewed.

THOUGH here he was, living in that world and talking to someone about the very thing he dreamed about. In a split moment, Reid found himself rather elated that not only did Eris share interests but also a common sentiment. He nodded vigorously as if his life depended on agreeing with her. His voice broke through the air like a bolt of lightning, "Exactly! That's what I said!"

HE nearly threw his hands up as a result and began gesturing with an almost obnoxious emphasis. "I was reading some books about King Arthur and I thought it would be cool if there was magic to like uh --" Reid scrunched his brow with childlike frustration as the words sat on the tip of his tongue. "To put you in books? Does that make sense? It'd be cool if say, we had a book, and I could use magic to be put into the book. But just for a little while, because I would probably get hungry and want to go home."

HIS voice had lulled to a slight murmur near the end as if the last bits of he fell into a conversation with himself. Reid's head perked up and he leaned over to swipe down to grab a fallen branch. The boy swung it up into the hair, holding it up triumphantly, "But it'd be really cool because then I can actually be a knight!" It came back down with reckless abandon and the boy swung it like a sword. He didn't even notice the small 'crack'

THERE was no stopping his march to the pitch, he had already nearly forgotten why he was going there in the first place. "Or I can be - well, whatever. You can be uh - " He looked back towards Eris and pointed the accidentally broken stick towards her jokingly. "You can live out your Captain America dreams, even though Thor is still way. But I guess my dad would agree with you, he likes Captain America too because he's a soldier." Reid lowered the stick again, realizing it had broke while he was waving it around like Excalibur.

"MY dad used to be a soldier like Cap, so he thought Captain America was pretty relatable I think." he mused. Reid never asked his dad much about his years of being a soldier, sometimes his dad had shared some mention of it. But he knew his dad had taken a liking to the Captain's sense of patriotism and duty, something that his dad made a little clear to him.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

For What It's Worth  PV Eris Fawley   Closed 

Eris smiled widely from ear to ear, nodding her head in a vigorous fashion. She seemed rather overjoyed, hands merrily swinging through the strands of wind spun hair that hung over her head as if shaking away mildew and frost from the genuine freeze of the bitter chill surrounding the two children. Although, the fashion in which she patted down the strands of hair was similar to the way one would pat down a crown. Clearly, her thoughts were also blissfully elsewhere. In the land of stories, where it seemed both children preferred to imagine their days spent in. Sure, they were in a school that was practically a story-book in itself, but there was always a desire for something more. One could never be happy with what they had, not when their heads were full of fantastical stories and distractions made by the hyperactivity and foolishness of youth.

Even now, they stood in the closest thing one could find to a park at school. Old habits die hard, and the need to play, to imagine a different world, seemed to grow larger when in a grassy enclosed area. Even though it was a grassy enclosed area for flying. Rather, instead of flying upon swings, they were to fly on brooms. Still, there was an eerie reminder of prior life at simpler parks.

Eris, for once, paid rapt attention to Reid. She was often zoning out in the middle of conversations, attention span just as short as the rest of her. Yet, for once, the conversation seemed to interest her. Conversations about her pureblood heritage and how she was ever-so-lucky to be the lost heiress fell upon deaf ears and would often receive the same responses, differing in levels of sarcasm, sass, or stress. In fact, most words fell upon deaf ears where Eris was concerned, unless there was an actual reason for her to force herself to care. Which, tended to be only in conversations about violence, Quidditch, or homework. She found it was often better to zone out completely when people decided to go off on long tangents about who she was, or how rare her case was.

Right? I’d enjoy being a knight. Or maybe a princess! But princesses are boring. Sitting up in their towers, waiting to be rescued. That’s sooo boooring. But, there’s that cool princess from that Game of whatever show. The one that’s on the telly, but my dad would never let me watch. She rode a dragon. I’d love to ride a dragon.”

She watched him pick up the sword with a giggle, and paused for a second, looking on the ground for another stick, before the deafening crack of the stick breaking rung through her ears. Blinking, she looked at the stick-sword in Reid’s hands, picking up a stick from the ground.

Couldn’t you eat food in the story? Like some magical mushrooms or something? I would stay in the book. There’s nothing really to come back to, besides quidditch and graduating to become an auror like Harry Potter.” She shrugged, weighing the stick in her hands with a pensive expression, attempting to measure the weight and imagine it as a sword.

Eris had never had a peaceful family life. She never wanted to return home from Hogwarts, to the small flat, with the raggedy windows and the empty hole where a happy family had once lived. A happy family that had been a lie. Hogwarts seemed like more of a home. At least at Hogwarts, your dad wasn’t lied to and a fake. At least at Hogwarts, you could live out your dreams and play with magic, without being screamed at and drugged.

Snapping out of her thoughts with a visible wince, and eyes blinking rapidly, Eris stared down at the stick in her hands. It was decently sized, and it seemed to be an effort for Eris to wield the stick. It was bigger than most of the sticks that were around, and holding it up in her hands, Eris prodded at the stick Reid was carrying, watching the splinters of wood on his broken stick.
“I think your hammer is broken, Thor.” She teased, grinning. His dad was a soldier! That was pretty cool. Eris didn’t really understand the implications of war, or the suffering and ptsd that came with it. She did not understand that the sound of gunshots and the orange-red fire of explosions weren’t just cool things to watch in movies, and that death in war, didn’t often lead to people coming back from being frozen underwater.

Thor is so not cooler! He’s a weird alien, and Cap is a super cool dude. He fights people with his shield and he totally DESTROYED Iron Man in Civil War!” She said the last part louder, throwing the stick up into the air in pure elation, before catching it and pointing the pre established point, that she had decided was the sword tip, at Reid.

You and me. Let’s battle for the honor of our favorites!” She grinned. “If you win, Thor is….okay, and if I win, Cap is better.”

sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
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