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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Although Kevin LOATHED Culloden. He had to admit that this potion was fantastic and the young Gryffindor made a mental note to brew the potion again sometime. Pouring it in to drinks at the Great Hall and watch the guilt and confusion going on~ ah that would be a good prank.
But first....Zander. Who had started to cry out even louder and was talking about how he had let his mother down. Kevin flinched for a second when the older Gryffindor kicked the wall and he took a step backwards. Last thing he wanted was to have a kick aimed at him. "What did you tell her?" he asked, trying not to grin at the question. He was simply really curious whether or not Zander was strong-willed and secretly, he hoped he was because Kevin kind of liked him. Yes he was laughing at him and teasing him now but come on! He was sure that Zander would do the same thing when Kevin drank the potion. Yup. Anyways, the twelve year old hoped that Zander would stop crying soon because when he started to apologize to him , Kevin rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's the potion talking, relax..." ............should he use the Aguamenti spell again like in the dormitory? "Take a deeeeeeep breath in and out and will yourself not to cry...you're a strong-willed Gryffindor, remember?!" He was nice helping him out now eh? Did he get extra points for this? hmmmm?!
Zander looked at Kevin, tears still filling his eyes. And all over his face. And now the floor. Tears everywhere. Tears out of control, basically. The Gryffindor didn't want to have to tell Kevin everything. Especially because they weren't even that close. But he felt the need to confess. He needed to get it off his chest. Really he just NEEDED to apologize to his mother. AHHHH SO MUCH GUILT. It was UNBEARABLE. "She, she told me that I can't just be so quiet all the time," he started. "And that I bring it all upon myself."
He took in a few sharp breaths before continuing. "AND, and I know that I should've listened to her like a good kid like i am supposed to, BUT but I couldn't help it! I told her that it was her fault that I don't participate because she doesn't like me the way she likes my brothers. That she neglects me and doesn't care and that I don't want her to tell me what to do because she-she doesn't care about me!" And that's when he had locked himself in his room for the last week of summer. Of course he'd run down and get food when his parents were working, but other than that he refused to see them at all. And it was hard enough having to be driven to King's Cross station. He didn't say a word on the way, nor did he even say goodbye.
Sure, he felt guilty about it before. BUT HE FELT EVEN WORSE NOW. And it wasn't even terrible compared to the things he could've said. But he felt as if it was the worst thing he could've possibly ever done. Just then, Kevin started speaking again and the third year did his best to look up at him.
Just the potion talking? What? Zander looked at Kevin and tried to concentrate on his words. Just the potion. Just the potion. Just the-- NO HE SHOULD'VE HAVE SAID THAT TO HIS MOM. SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT. Deep breathes? Okay. Okay. He can do that. He took a few huge breathes in and out, listening to Kevin. Will not to cry? Strong willed-Gryffindor? 'I'm going to stop crying now. I'm going to stop crying now. I'm strong. I'm a Gryffindor. I'm a Gryffindor. I'm a Gryffindor.' He was silent for a good five minutes while he concentrated as hard as he could. 'No more crying. Gryffindor. Strong. Stop Crying.' As if something pivotal had taken place within him, the Gryffindor's stifles had started to gradually subside. "I can do this," he tried.
Sure there weren't tears streaming down his face anymore. BUT HE STILL FELT AWFUL. It was like all his insides were wrestling each other. He felt so sick. Eugh. More than anything he just needed his mother. WHO HE HAD BETRAYED. AHHH NO. Good thoughts Zander, think good thoughts.
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