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swaEEtt · 09-13-2014, 06:33 AM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

He could feel his heart in his chest sinking with the heavy burden of being a heart. A hot, laviscous quicksand which at the moment was weighing him down and physically plastering him to the floor...his eyes practically protuberant with their puffiness and red from the tears that took up former residence there and still seemed to be falling. Cutty's breathing was laboured as if he were short of breath. It was hard to breathe in such times when one was experiencing such a severe panic attack.

The boy laid there, his body limp upon the surface of the cool corridor floor absolutely in the throng of this self-administered suffering when he inhaled and very suddenly stopped.

Halcyon was doing her usual strutting about the corridors.

School, thus far, wasn't any different than the awfulness of last year; with the exception of Casper Duluth being her unlikely ally and friend. Though, of course, she had little tolerance for his melancholy and was quick to tell him when she felt she didn't "have time for" his negativity. With that, she also found him shockingly easy to identify with. Troubled souls connection and what not. Talking to him was simple ~~and she'd been lacking in easy and free conversation since her sister's childishness or selfishness or whatever is its had put an invisible wall between the usually inseparable twins~~. Either way, this school was still and isolating, and Hallie, as she'd learned about herself recently, detested being still. She was an ever-moving force; she was a tornado of a girl. Hence the constant stomping around like she had somewhere important to be.

While she was walking, Hallie's vision focused quickly on what appeared to be a large growth protruding from the floor of the corridor some 50 paces ahead of her. What on earth...? Hogwarts was a strange place, but it's strangeness always seemed to have some purpose behind it. What could the reason be for a large lump in the corridor?

Hallie maintained her regal walk and pursed her lips, allowing herself to squint in attempt to focus more clearly on the strange mass on the ground. Oh. It's a boy.

She approached steadily, soon realizing that it wasn't just a boy, but a boy that she knew.

"Mr. Mordaunt," She called out to the floor-lumpy boy. Her walk changed from a steady and straight gait to a smooth and coy side-step around him as she reached where he lay on the ground.

Something wasn't right. His eyes were red and he seemed...crestfallen. What is it with these Slytherin boys and their crying? Of course, Cutty appeared to have ceased whatever emotional reaction he was having, but Hal's complaint was valid still. "Whatever could be wrong with you?" she asked, pressing a finger to her cheek. She had an arm folded across her waist, feigning a sort of old-fashioned innocence that was both mocking Cutty's situation and establishing a launching point for further questioning without raising too much suspicion.

She squatted near his shoulder and smoothed her skirt over her knees, tilting her head in a motion that resembled her sister more than she would like pointed-out to her. "I was certainly not imaging this when I pictured our reunion, Cutty."

09-13-2014, 06:33 AM	#3 (permalink)
swaEEtt Lobalug Join Date: Dec 2010 Posts: 171	Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah He could feel his heart in his chest sinking with the heavy burden of being a heart. A hot, laviscous quicksand which at the moment was weighing him down and physically plastering him to the floor...his eyes practically protuberant with their puffiness and red from the tears that took up former residence there and still seemed to be falling. Cutty's breathing was laboured as if he were short of breath. It was hard to breathe in such times when one was experiencing such a severe panic attack. The boy laid there, his body limp upon the surface of the cool corridor floor absolutely in the throng of this self-administered suffering when he inhaled and very suddenly stopped. Halcyon was doing her usual strutting about the corridors. School, thus far, wasn't any different than the awfulness of last year; with the exception of Casper Duluth being her unlikely ally and friend. Though, of course, she had little tolerance for his melancholy and was quick to tell him when she felt she didn't "have time for" his negativity. With that, she also found him shockingly easy to identify with. Troubled souls connection and what not. Talking to him was simple ~~and she'd been lacking in easy and free conversation since her sister's childishness or selfishness or whatever is its had put an invisible wall between the usually inseparable twins~~. Either way, this school was still and isolating, and Hallie, as she'd learned about herself recently, detested being still. She was an ever-moving force; she was a tornado of a girl. Hence the constant stomping around like she had somewhere important to be. While she was walking, Hallie's vision focused quickly on what appeared to be a large growth protruding from the floor of the corridor some 50 paces ahead of her. What on earth...? Hogwarts was a strange place, but it's strangeness always seemed to have some purpose behind it. What could the reason be for a large lump in the corridor? Hallie maintained her regal walk and pursed her lips, allowing herself to squint in attempt to focus more clearly on the strange mass on the ground. Oh. It's a boy. She approached steadily, soon realizing that it wasn't just a boy, but a boy that she knew. "Mr. Mordaunt," She called out to the floor-lumpy boy. Her walk changed from a steady and straight gait to a smooth and coy side-step around him as she reached where he lay on the ground. Something wasn't right. His eyes were red and he seemed...crestfallen. What is it with these Slytherin boys and their crying? Of course, Cutty appeared to have ceased whatever emotional reaction he was having, but Hal's complaint was valid still. "Whatever could be wrong with you?" she asked, pressing a finger to her cheek. She had an arm folded across her waist, feigning a sort of old-fashioned innocence that was both mocking Cutty's situation and establishing a launching point for further questioning without raising too much suspicion. She squatted near his shoulder and smoothed her skirt over her knees, tilting her head in a motion that resembled her sister more than she would like pointed-out to her. "I was certainly not imaging this when I pictured our reunion, Cutty."