Post by Leon Foster on Aug 11, 2012 5:19:29 GMT -5
Leon had been running in a circle around the dueling field for several miles now. Sweat fell across his muscular, shirtless chest, soaking his shorts, and sprayed into the air from his swift legs. His body was becoming exhausted, pushed further than it had been pushed in what felt like months. Before that whole Leonora nonsense, he'd kept up a routine of doing a lap around the entire campus every morning before breakfast. It had been hard, but Leon felt like such a feat would be impossible as his body became more and more unused.
Even for all his training, he hadn't been able to outrun a herd of extremely irritated Graphorns. It was remarkable he had managed to survive - after he'd told Whites to run, the Graphorns all decided that it didn't matter whether he'd warned his friend to run or not, as all of the magical bovines wanted to trample Leon anyway. Leon would've liked to have viewed it as a sacrifice to save Whites, like Mufasa to save Simba in The Lion King, but he would have just been kidding himself.
Leon was wondering whether or not that swapping gender potion also had a side effect which was the reverse of the famed Felix Felicis potion...because ever since he'd taken it, his life had gone to hell.
It wasn't just the month spent repairing broken and twisted bones, recovering wounds that would have killed him had he not been under the care of magical nurses, it was his inability to attend classes, his failing that whole Graphorn assignment - salt in the wound, really, as he'd clearly failed, but couldn't he have at least received a 'You Tried' star? - and worst of all, the fact that during his entire time in the Hospital Wing, his only visitor had been Virginia, his owl, who would occasionally bring him something to snack on from the Feasting Hall.
Leon, who had, only a few months ago, had several friends and people to rely on, now had no one.
When he'd finally gotten back to his dorm room, he found his side of the room to be a mess, all of his possessions tampered with, 'joke' items set up to make him nothing short of miserable...as he hadn't spoken with the other Gryffindor, he could only assume they were 'gifts' from his former best friend to punish him for how he'd handled the whole situation with Micha.
Maybe he deserved it.
Maybe he ought to just transfer back to Salem.
They said it would be exciting at Firefox - he'd imagined all sorts of battles, like the Inferi invasion that had happened shortly after he arrived. Duels with Vampires and other creatures of the night, perhaps a romance or two along the way...instead, Leon ended up a female for a day and incited a complete teenage drama which he could never have imagined he would get involved with!
Leon continued to run, focusing his bitterness, his loneliness, his disappointment, into pushing himself beyond his body's limits. He was the person who used to settle those teenage dramas, who would try to stay out of it, who would try to help people...why did he have to get mixed up with that Russian girl? Why did he have to fall in love...why did he have to think he was in love with her?
And Layne?
Layne. Could he apologize to her? Should he apologize to her? Maybe. It wasn't like he wanted a relationship with her to begin with. She was a nice girl, he was kind of into her before this whole mess began, he never felt the same way for her that he felt for Micha. But there was still a sense of feeling like he'd wounded her in the same way that Micha had wounded him.
In other words, completely unintentionally.
But now...
Leon stopped running.
He walked over to his towel and a bottle of water sitting next to his 'Amherst College' T-shirt. Something told him he was the only one still putting so much thought into this. It had been a month. During that time, Leon had been thinking of nothing short of how much he'd screwed all this up. Micha and Layne had probably forgotten all about it. Whites was the only one who clearly still hated him.
He wiped himself with the towel and spread it out on the grass to take a seat. He took a sip of the water. He felt like he'd do anything just to feel like himself again.
Even for all his training, he hadn't been able to outrun a herd of extremely irritated Graphorns. It was remarkable he had managed to survive - after he'd told Whites to run, the Graphorns all decided that it didn't matter whether he'd warned his friend to run or not, as all of the magical bovines wanted to trample Leon anyway. Leon would've liked to have viewed it as a sacrifice to save Whites, like Mufasa to save Simba in The Lion King, but he would have just been kidding himself.
Leon was wondering whether or not that swapping gender potion also had a side effect which was the reverse of the famed Felix Felicis potion...because ever since he'd taken it, his life had gone to hell.
It wasn't just the month spent repairing broken and twisted bones, recovering wounds that would have killed him had he not been under the care of magical nurses, it was his inability to attend classes, his failing that whole Graphorn assignment - salt in the wound, really, as he'd clearly failed, but couldn't he have at least received a 'You Tried' star? - and worst of all, the fact that during his entire time in the Hospital Wing, his only visitor had been Virginia, his owl, who would occasionally bring him something to snack on from the Feasting Hall.
Leon, who had, only a few months ago, had several friends and people to rely on, now had no one.
When he'd finally gotten back to his dorm room, he found his side of the room to be a mess, all of his possessions tampered with, 'joke' items set up to make him nothing short of miserable...as he hadn't spoken with the other Gryffindor, he could only assume they were 'gifts' from his former best friend to punish him for how he'd handled the whole situation with Micha.
Maybe he deserved it.
Maybe he ought to just transfer back to Salem.
They said it would be exciting at Firefox - he'd imagined all sorts of battles, like the Inferi invasion that had happened shortly after he arrived. Duels with Vampires and other creatures of the night, perhaps a romance or two along the way...instead, Leon ended up a female for a day and incited a complete teenage drama which he could never have imagined he would get involved with!
Leon continued to run, focusing his bitterness, his loneliness, his disappointment, into pushing himself beyond his body's limits. He was the person who used to settle those teenage dramas, who would try to stay out of it, who would try to help people...why did he have to get mixed up with that Russian girl? Why did he have to fall in love...why did he have to think he was in love with her?
And Layne?
Layne. Could he apologize to her? Should he apologize to her? Maybe. It wasn't like he wanted a relationship with her to begin with. She was a nice girl, he was kind of into her before this whole mess began, he never felt the same way for her that he felt for Micha. But there was still a sense of feeling like he'd wounded her in the same way that Micha had wounded him.
In other words, completely unintentionally.
But now...
Leon stopped running.
He walked over to his towel and a bottle of water sitting next to his 'Amherst College' T-shirt. Something told him he was the only one still putting so much thought into this. It had been a month. During that time, Leon had been thinking of nothing short of how much he'd screwed all this up. Micha and Layne had probably forgotten all about it. Whites was the only one who clearly still hated him.
He wiped himself with the towel and spread it out on the grass to take a seat. He took a sip of the water. He felt like he'd do anything just to feel like himself again.