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MadMadamMalfoy · 05-17-2017, 08:15 PM

Gaston had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. He didn't know that River had helped him to the hospital wing, and even if he did, he was much too weak to resist. The last thing he remembered was standing in the corridor, then everything went black... just like his hair, his clothes, his heart. He lie back on the bed, too lost in a feverish dream to register anything that was going on around him.

Gaston blnked, holding up a hand to shield his eyes form the bright light shining in them. When the light dimmed slightly, he quickly recognized his surroundings. He outside on the school grounds, standing under the tree that still housed the treehouse that meant so much to him. As he looked around, he saw his beloved Rosalyn smiling at him... and she wasn't the only one. Lucien, Ed, Armand, Tillie, Jer, Professor Evremonde.... all the people who were kind to him were there too. They all clapped him on the back and exchanged encouraging words. Rose hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but when he tried to hug her back, she pulled away suddenly and a deep male voice whispered in his ear, "You always were a weak, pathetic shrinking violet, son."

A pair of cold, hard blue eyes met his own, and he could only stare in horror as Rosalyn's form turned into that of his father. And the others ere changing too... Lucien and his other friends turned into students, ex-girlfriends, and former school bulies. The figures swarmed around him, laughing, insulting, berating him. The sky turned darker and darker with each biting word. Gaston tried to run, but they surrounded him, talking louder and louder. He covered his ears, but it did nothing to stop the barrage of insults. There was no escape...

Back in the hospital wing, the real Gaston tossed and turned in the bed, shaking violently as his dream counterpart fought to escape the torment.

05-17-2017, 08:15 PM	#2 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,119 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	*has permission from Stefan/River to post here* Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Gaston had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. He didn't know that River had helped him to the hospital wing, and even if he did, he was much too weak to resist. The last thing he remembered was standing in the corridor, then everything went black... just like his hair, his clothes, his heart. He lie back on the bed, too lost in a feverish dream to register anything that was going on around him. Gaston blnked, holding up a hand to shield his eyes form the bright light shining in them. When the light dimmed slightly, he quickly recognized his surroundings. He outside on the school grounds, standing under the tree that still housed the treehouse that meant so much to him. As he looked around, he saw his beloved Rosalyn smiling at him... and she wasn't the only one. Lucien, Ed, Armand, Tillie, Jer, Professor Evremonde.... all the people who were kind to him were there too. They all clapped him on the back and exchanged encouraging words. Rose hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but when he tried to hug her back, she pulled away suddenly and a deep male voice whispered in his ear, "You always were a weak, pathetic shrinking violet, son." A pair of cold, hard blue eyes met his own, and he could only stare in horror as Rosalyn's form turned into that of his father. And the others ere changing too... Lucien and his other friends turned into students, ex-girlfriends, and former school bulies. The figures swarmed around him, laughing, insulting, berating him. The sky turned darker and darker with each biting word. Gaston tried to run, but they surrounded him, talking louder and louder. He covered his ears, but it did nothing to stop the barrage of insults. There was no escape... Back in the hospital wing, the real Gaston tossed and turned in the bed, shaking violently as his dream counterpart fought to escape the torment. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...