Post by Helenus Caolán Fawley on Oct 15, 2018 23:40:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title1"]I Want You To Be Happier
[attr="class","subtitle1"]'Cause this just don't feel right to me
I wanna raise your spirits
I want to see you smile
I wanna raise your spirits
I want to see you smile
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Helenus had been planning to go to the pumpkin patch after their Herbology class instead of escaping to the Owlry like he usually did.
There was no real particular reason, he told himself, but he knew there was a pretty large one. With everyone sick in his family but his grandmother and her father (to his knowledge at least, she might still have gotten ill since they last wrote. And he didn't have an internship and neither did his sister because she was only a Fourth year and letters just-- they weren't the same as seeing your family. And being with the owls, some of which were bred by his family, only made things somewhat more painful. Because it wasn't mocking, not really, it was just a reminder that they could leave and he couldn't.
It was his last class of the day, thankfully. Tuesdays were not particularly difficult. Divination with the new professor with seemed to be perpetually high and got along great with Clio, Charms, lunch, then Herbology. A lot of empty spaces that were supposed to be filled with study, but of late had been filled with precisely the opposite, in whatever form it happened to take. A lot of pacing for him, truthfully. Or trying to be with the Sixth Year Party Crew that he was technically in because his friends that adopted him were some of the founding members. There was also the Greek crew, and lately. . .
It wasn't that he was isolating, more like he just. . .there was a lot of worry, and he felt helpless. He couldn't do anything to help, and that itself was painful. Standing by and watching, offering a few words-- it felt like nothing. Useless, and he hated feeling useless. If he couldn't help, what good was he, was there any use for him, why was it him who had lived without real injuries, and all the thoughts that came to him that he tried not to think about.
So he was trying to be of. . . something, even just some. . . talk or something. So he could. . . not do anything, because he couldn't, but it sometimes helped to know that people sympathized, didn't it? Or was that emphasized, he couldn't remember.
"Miss Oralie?" he hoped that was the proper way to do it, they were technically-- not overly familiar, not enough so that he could comfortably call her Oralie, but they had still been in the same school for five years, and were of somewhat similar families. Technically. They were both neutral pureblood families that had happened to get written down as better than others. Except the Slughorn neutrality was famed, and the Fawley neutrality extended mostly far enough to have clients. They both sold things, and trained their children, that was another. But still, he didn't want to startle her. Hels hadn't really learned formality like she would, still stumbled some over forms of address.
"I'm sorry if I'm an intrusion, you're probably leaving to see your family or something similar-- are you doing okay?" He was surely he was suddenly being overly friendly, weird, and-- "I'm sorry, it just occurred to ask, I'm sorry if I'm being invasive."
Helenus had been planning to go to the pumpkin patch after their Herbology class instead of escaping to the Owlry like he usually did.
There was no real particular reason, he told himself, but he knew there was a pretty large one. With everyone sick in his family but his grandmother and her father (to his knowledge at least, she might still have gotten ill since they last wrote. And he didn't have an internship and neither did his sister because she was only a Fourth year and letters just-- they weren't the same as seeing your family. And being with the owls, some of which were bred by his family, only made things somewhat more painful. Because it wasn't mocking, not really, it was just a reminder that they could leave and he couldn't.
It was his last class of the day, thankfully. Tuesdays were not particularly difficult. Divination with the new professor with seemed to be perpetually high and got along great with Clio, Charms, lunch, then Herbology. A lot of empty spaces that were supposed to be filled with study, but of late had been filled with precisely the opposite, in whatever form it happened to take. A lot of pacing for him, truthfully. Or trying to be with the Sixth Year Party Crew that he was technically in because his friends that adopted him were some of the founding members. There was also the Greek crew, and lately. . .
It wasn't that he was isolating, more like he just. . .there was a lot of worry, and he felt helpless. He couldn't do anything to help, and that itself was painful. Standing by and watching, offering a few words-- it felt like nothing. Useless, and he hated feeling useless. If he couldn't help, what good was he, was there any use for him, why was it him who had lived without real injuries, and all the thoughts that came to him that he tried not to think about.
So he was trying to be of. . . something, even just some. . . talk or something. So he could. . . not do anything, because he couldn't, but it sometimes helped to know that people sympathized, didn't it? Or was that emphasized, he couldn't remember.
"Miss Oralie?" he hoped that was the proper way to do it, they were technically-- not overly familiar, not enough so that he could comfortably call her Oralie, but they had still been in the same school for five years, and were of somewhat similar families. Technically. They were both neutral pureblood families that had happened to get written down as better than others. Except the Slughorn neutrality was famed, and the Fawley neutrality extended mostly far enough to have clients. They both sold things, and trained their children, that was another. But still, he didn't want to startle her. Hels hadn't really learned formality like she would, still stumbled some over forms of address.
"I'm sorry if I'm an intrusion, you're probably leaving to see your family or something similar-- are you doing okay?" He was surely he was suddenly being overly friendly, weird, and-- "I'm sorry, it just occurred to ask, I'm sorry if I'm being invasive."
[attr="class","tags1"]☆ Oralie Slughorn , 4 PM 500? WORDS ☆
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