Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 11, 2008 21:22:51 GMT -5
Felix intended to keep his promise to the slightly impudent, yet highly respected Ravenclaw Prefect. That promise was to be by a friend’s side.
Felix had occasionally visited TJ after he had heard the remorseful news. Thinking about him daily. Whenever the Gryffindor would have fun with some activity or venture he would remember the, normally spiffy, Ravenclaw fifth-year who spend his days lying in a cot in the Hospital Wing. A few times he started to come in to the long hall of beds only to see Morgan so peacefully reading to him.
One afternoon, Felix remembered TJ as he did routinely. Realizing that his stomach would not hold out, Felix grabbed a sandwich from the Feasting Hall and made his way down the hall to the large oak doors to the Hospital Wing. As he opened one of the two doors, just enough to slip in, the Gryffindor kid let out a sigh of relief as he saw that Morgan was not there. Not because he wanted to talk to TJ alone, or that he didn’t want to talk to Morgan, but he was glad that the Prefect had stopped morning over TJ’s state and actually was doing something else!
Taking a gigantic mouthful of pastrami, Swiss cheese, mustard, mayo, pickles and rye, Felix sat down beside the bed and dropped his book bag next to the chair. Through a large bite in his mouth Felix mumbled, thinking that TJ wouldn’t care, to the sleeping teen.
“Mornin’ TJ. It’ after’none now though… anyway, I would offa’ you sum o’ my sandwich, but I think you’ get feed well enough, eh?”
Swallowing, Felix looked over at the spot were Morgan’s flowers were still fresh. Thinking that he should find the spell to make them himself, Felix had to snap out of his ‘daydreaming like a goldfish in amazement’ trance and remember why he was in the long white hall in the first place.
“Anyway, wow… I miss talking to someone without fear of, well, lots’a stuff. Of not being cursed or jinxed; of saying something stupid, which you seem to not mind, and having someone not be your friend any more. I have so many stories to tell you; I don’t know were to start! Anyway, I hope you don’t mind listening, if I start to get off track or really boring, wake up and tell me.” Pausing to chuckle at his own joke, and take a bite. “If you did wake up because of that, and I told Morgan, she probably would hug me first, then kill me. So on second thought, just move your finger or toes if you want me to stop. Yeah anyway…” Felix took another bite. “I probably should start with my excuse, I’m so sorry mate that I didn’t come before I came with Morgan. I never heard! I loved your Relient K CD though, it’s the best! You heard it already? Anyway, I got a little caught up. As you probably heard, Shadow got me arrested. Well, sorta, anyway, after I started to organize that Anti-Rebellion group I talked to you about starting, I was eager for information about the rebellion so one day when I was walking through the greenhouses, to a shortcut to the Library, and a large wolf, white fur and red tipped, came bounding around a corner with a hat in his mouth. You know da’ kind’a hat gangsta’s wear? So I picked up the hat and was playing around with it when, none other then Shadows comes around the corner. My brain was going: ‘RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IDIOT!’ Bust sadly enough I decided to stay as the foolish Gryffindor side of me suggested. So I started to talk with Shadow and soon, after some awkward conversation, he offers me the sister or Rohan. Rohan being his own wolf. He had found them as pups in the great white expanse of French-Canada. Now it turns out that these wolves are the last of their kind, because, they’re not just any kind of wolves, they’re flying wolves! I mean, how can you not except? So I did, he had no clue of her, Rohan’s sister’s name so I guess Shakira. Luckily, or unlucky later for me, I guessed right and after a awkward pause a large night black wolf with bright rich crimson wing and tail tips bounded over the mountain aloft a cloud…. Ok, that was cheesy. Yeah, she flew over and Shadow offered for him to teach me. So as I’m flying around the grounds, almost falling, holding on for my life, Shakira decided to fly skywards. As my ride started ta’ fly up an’ up I started goin’ down an’ down! Desprate for fear of fallin’ off I shot a blasting spell at me’self, which ‘pushed’ me back on Shakira’s back. So after that, we’re skimming across the surface of the lake and Shadow comes down next ta’ me and he’s riding Rohan while standing on his back. I, foolishly enough, tried too. I succeeded amazingly. I should have prob’ly gotten soaked for me’ foolishness but alas I didn’t.”
Pausing, Felix finished his sandwich before he got to the exciting part and when he can’t stop.
((I'm pausing so if anyone want to respond they can. If not, I will continue with the rest of the story soon.))
Felix had occasionally visited TJ after he had heard the remorseful news. Thinking about him daily. Whenever the Gryffindor would have fun with some activity or venture he would remember the, normally spiffy, Ravenclaw fifth-year who spend his days lying in a cot in the Hospital Wing. A few times he started to come in to the long hall of beds only to see Morgan so peacefully reading to him.
One afternoon, Felix remembered TJ as he did routinely. Realizing that his stomach would not hold out, Felix grabbed a sandwich from the Feasting Hall and made his way down the hall to the large oak doors to the Hospital Wing. As he opened one of the two doors, just enough to slip in, the Gryffindor kid let out a sigh of relief as he saw that Morgan was not there. Not because he wanted to talk to TJ alone, or that he didn’t want to talk to Morgan, but he was glad that the Prefect had stopped morning over TJ’s state and actually was doing something else!
Taking a gigantic mouthful of pastrami, Swiss cheese, mustard, mayo, pickles and rye, Felix sat down beside the bed and dropped his book bag next to the chair. Through a large bite in his mouth Felix mumbled, thinking that TJ wouldn’t care, to the sleeping teen.
“Mornin’ TJ. It’ after’none now though… anyway, I would offa’ you sum o’ my sandwich, but I think you’ get feed well enough, eh?”
Swallowing, Felix looked over at the spot were Morgan’s flowers were still fresh. Thinking that he should find the spell to make them himself, Felix had to snap out of his ‘daydreaming like a goldfish in amazement’ trance and remember why he was in the long white hall in the first place.
“Anyway, wow… I miss talking to someone without fear of, well, lots’a stuff. Of not being cursed or jinxed; of saying something stupid, which you seem to not mind, and having someone not be your friend any more. I have so many stories to tell you; I don’t know were to start! Anyway, I hope you don’t mind listening, if I start to get off track or really boring, wake up and tell me.” Pausing to chuckle at his own joke, and take a bite. “If you did wake up because of that, and I told Morgan, she probably would hug me first, then kill me. So on second thought, just move your finger or toes if you want me to stop. Yeah anyway…” Felix took another bite. “I probably should start with my excuse, I’m so sorry mate that I didn’t come before I came with Morgan. I never heard! I loved your Relient K CD though, it’s the best! You heard it already? Anyway, I got a little caught up. As you probably heard, Shadow got me arrested. Well, sorta, anyway, after I started to organize that Anti-Rebellion group I talked to you about starting, I was eager for information about the rebellion so one day when I was walking through the greenhouses, to a shortcut to the Library, and a large wolf, white fur and red tipped, came bounding around a corner with a hat in his mouth. You know da’ kind’a hat gangsta’s wear? So I picked up the hat and was playing around with it when, none other then Shadows comes around the corner. My brain was going: ‘RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IDIOT!’ Bust sadly enough I decided to stay as the foolish Gryffindor side of me suggested. So I started to talk with Shadow and soon, after some awkward conversation, he offers me the sister or Rohan. Rohan being his own wolf. He had found them as pups in the great white expanse of French-Canada. Now it turns out that these wolves are the last of their kind, because, they’re not just any kind of wolves, they’re flying wolves! I mean, how can you not except? So I did, he had no clue of her, Rohan’s sister’s name so I guess Shakira. Luckily, or unlucky later for me, I guessed right and after a awkward pause a large night black wolf with bright rich crimson wing and tail tips bounded over the mountain aloft a cloud…. Ok, that was cheesy. Yeah, she flew over and Shadow offered for him to teach me. So as I’m flying around the grounds, almost falling, holding on for my life, Shakira decided to fly skywards. As my ride started ta’ fly up an’ up I started goin’ down an’ down! Desprate for fear of fallin’ off I shot a blasting spell at me’self, which ‘pushed’ me back on Shakira’s back. So after that, we’re skimming across the surface of the lake and Shadow comes down next ta’ me and he’s riding Rohan while standing on his back. I, foolishly enough, tried too. I succeeded amazingly. I should have prob’ly gotten soaked for me’ foolishness but alas I didn’t.”
Pausing, Felix finished his sandwich before he got to the exciting part and when he can’t stop.
((I'm pausing so if anyone want to respond they can. If not, I will continue with the rest of the story soon.))