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MadMadamMalfoy · 06-27-2018, 05:17 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Confused. Hurt. Alone.

Those were all things that Skylar was feeling and while she supposedly had her friends, the two people she wanted to talk to most, she couldn't find the words to do so and thus felt even more isolated. She didn't understand why any of this was happening, which of course, made focusing on quidditch and NEWTs that much more difficult. Last year she had made it quite known that she didn't have interest in Valentine's Day because it resurfaced feelings of her first love, but this year was vowed to be different. She had closure with Brent on the train home last year, she and Apollo were in a good place. Or so she thought. But apparently, she thought wrong, because he didn't want her. She'd given him everything and then he just threw it all away and she had no idea why.

Cue entering the three broomsticks, which seemed like the wrong place for someone who'd been craving to spend time alone. But maybe it was because of her forced isolation that she wanted to observe people... and maybe it was because of her confused state that she sought out the corner, after ordering a butterbeer. Fiyero. Nice safe Gryffindor guy. He wouldn't ask questions. Hopefully.

"May I?" she asked softly, noting the textbook before him. "How's your studying going?" She nodded subtly at the text. Although if he didn't want to talk, she'd be okay with that, even if her thoughts were a rather dark place right now.

Fiyero kept his eyes on his textbook, determined to block out everything going on around him. In his current mood, he was liable to hex anybody who started acting too cheery around him, and a visit to Hawthorne's- or, Merlin forbid, Marchand's office was the last thing he wanted! Probably for the best... no matter how much he studied, he could never make sense of runes. Sometimes he wondered if he only made it to NEWTs level Ancient Runes because his OWL got switched with someone who was actually good at the subject!

He was so distracted by his ~~brooding~~ studying that he barely heard someone speaking to him. "Uh huh," he mumbled, gesturing toward an empty chair near him. It was only at the mention of his studying that he looked up from his book and saw Skylar. All his anger at being passed over for quidditch captain for the second year in a row came rushing back. Now she was someone who deserved to be captain, not who got picked because the head of house thought she was sweet and adorable or needed a confidence boost or some sentimental muck like that! If only he was in any house but Gryffindor... at least he would've stood a chance.

He took a sip of butterbeer to distract himself from his thoughts - or more to the point, keep himself from voicing them out loud. He thought Skylar would probably side with Marchand, and he didn't want to argue. "It's going okay, I guess," he replied, setting his glass down. "Runes isn't one of my better subjects." Blink, blink. Was it just him or did Skylar seem a little... off? He was mildly concerned, but he wasn't going to pry. If she wanted to talk, that was up to her.

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,082 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	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Confused. Hurt. Alone. Those were all things that Skylar was feeling and while she supposedly had her friends, the two people she wanted to talk to most, she couldn't find the words to do so and thus felt even more isolated. She didn't understand why any of this was happening, which of course, made focusing on quidditch and NEWTs that much more difficult. Last year she had made it quite known that she didn't have interest in Valentine's Day because it resurfaced feelings of her first love, but this year was vowed to be different. She had closure with Brent on the train home last year, she and Apollo were in a good place. Or so she thought. But apparently, she thought wrong, because he didn't want her. She'd given him everything and then he just threw it all away and she had no idea why. Cue entering the three broomsticks, which seemed like the wrong place for someone who'd been craving to spend time alone. But maybe it was because of her forced isolation that she wanted to observe people... and maybe it was because of her confused state that she sought out the corner, after ordering a butterbeer. Fiyero. Nice safe Gryffindor guy. He wouldn't ask questions. Hopefully. "May I?" she asked softly, noting the textbook before him. "How's your studying going?" She nodded subtly at the text. Although if he didn't want to talk, she'd be okay with that, even if her thoughts were a rather dark place right now. Fiyero kept his eyes on his textbook, determined to block out everything going on around him. In his current mood, he was liable to hex anybody who started acting too cheery around him, and a visit to Hawthorne's- or, Merlin forbid, Marchand's office was the last thing he wanted! Probably for the best... no matter how much he studied, he could never make sense of runes. Sometimes he wondered if he only made it to NEWTs level Ancient Runes because his OWL got switched with someone who was actually good at the subject! He was so distracted by his ~~brooding~~ studying that he barely heard someone speaking to him. "Uh huh," he mumbled, gesturing toward an empty chair near him. It was only at the mention of his studying that he looked up from his book and saw Skylar. All his anger at being passed over for quidditch captain for the second year in a row came rushing back. Now she was someone who deserved to be captain, not who got picked because the head of house thought she was sweet and adorable or needed a confidence boost or some sentimental muck like that! If only he was in any house but Gryffindor... at least he would've stood a chance. He took a sip of butterbeer to distract himself from his thoughts - or more to the point, keep himself from voicing them out loud. He thought Skylar would probably side with Marchand, and he didn't want to argue. "It's going okay, I guess," he replied, setting his glass down. "Runes isn't one of my better subjects." Blink, blink. Was it just him or did Skylar seem a little... off? He was mildly concerned, but he wasn't going to pry. If she wanted to talk, that was up to her. __________________ 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...