Post by TJ on Feb 14, 2009 20:26:18 GMT -5
[this will explain the lack of involvement within the firefox plot.]
Dropping his leather messenger bag on the cold stone floor, the sixteen year old boy seemed to smile as he looked at the majestic university that he once inhabited. The evening sky was starting to darken into wisps of black, and the skies slowly closed in on the sun, a rain coming within the next few hours. But even with the dim weather approaching, it contrasted the wizard's demeanor. A joy surrounded his persona. A joy that he was finally the place he could call home. So many memories of friends, enemies, mischief, laughter... in fact, the boy couldn't really recall a sad moment at the school, other than his younger brother's passing.
But nothing perfect could last, right? In the middle of his fifth year, Torrid was withdrawn from the school because of the ongoing Shadows and Angelus Morti conflicts so close to school. His mother was locked away at a British hospital after being attacked by a strange beast on his parents' escapade, and his father was too afraid to lose TJ as well. His brother had been somehow intertwined with a rising wizarding mafia, and was now on the run from the government. And his twin sisters were currently working, unable to come visit their parents or their little brother because of their demanding job. It was amazing how such bad things could happen to the 'perfect' family. So wordlessly, months ago, the boy disappeared, leaving only memories and his cargo bag that he had lost behind in the regal university.
TJ had stayed with his father, who was stationed near his mother, in Britain. There he sent numerous letters to his best friends, primarily Morgan, Selena, Silvain (who had left the school and was now returning to his scientist parents), Felix and Willow. He, of course, sent letters to his other friends, but those were the kids who recieved the bulk of his letters. Sure, they replied, but it was never quite the same as looking them in the eye and having a level discussion with them. The boy had asked his father to go visit Firefox for the Christmas break, but his father had refused on grounds that the Angelus Morti and the Shadow society were still very much at hand, and that he had to take care of his mother.
Eventually, the boy became sick of being coped up in a stuffy wizarding preparatory school and living with his father, who seemed to have no time for him. He was separated from his school, and friends, and his father became more isolated from the boy each and every day. Eventually his mother recovered, but she was still in a wheelchair and had to be confined in the hospital for vehement overlooking for much longer. One night Torrid made an ultimatum; either his father would let him come to the school and finish his studies, or TJ would leave the house and begin a life on his own. He was more than capable, as he was just a year away from adulthood.
So here the boy was, standing underneath the Arch of the great Firefox University.
Changes were apparent in the boy. He had filled into his slender frame and was now much more manly and toned. He had a rough outline of a beard, rough hair appearing over his facial features. His dark brown hair had turned a lighter color and was a lot more streaky and long, and the boy seemed much more solemn. When he first started out as a fourth year, he was unruly, loud, and emotional. How much had he changed into a friendly, but more reserved young man with the burden of his father's anger on his shoulders. Yes, his father had let him go, but not without the damaging of their relationship.
Torrid stood on the stone, looking into the sky, which started to send down thin drizzle. The boy smiled slightly as he stared into the dark hallways ahead, savoring the faint memories that were coming back to life in color. He was finally home.