Post by Gabriel Adams on May 26, 2012 18:58:17 GMT -5
ooc: first post for orca please. c:
It was the heat, not a calendar, that told Gabriel summer had come to Spain. Shoppers at the Tunnel had ceased to go about in windbreakers and boots, instead exchanging their wardrobe for shorts and flip flops. The Ravenclaw stood out more than usual in his blue jeans, battered sneakers and thigh-length jacket. Scarred hands wrapped around a cup of already cold coffee, he was staring broodingly out in to space.
His silver eyes searched the crowd for familiar faces; a blonde, pale, unstable girl, a boy with dark hair and a wand he couldn't use. An older boy with golden eyes. The one with red hair that had followed Gabriel around, trying to detect his intent. So far he had seen none of them, and unsurprising. The young wizard had fled the campus at the end of the term for America.
Now, although the fall term hadn't begun, he was back. There was nothing at home for him, and frankly there was little to anything here. But it was more than back home, and he could at least make an attempt at finishing his education, if just to be able to say he had. Besides, there were people here that were useful, although some of them could put him in prison.
Gabriel took a sip from the coffee mug, wincing at the bitter, cold liquid. At least it made it a little easier to stay awake, which was a ever more difficult feat lately. Sleep had been eluding him, and he wondered if it had something to do with being back in the same country as Victoria.
He hoped she was dead, even if it mean someone else had killed her. It would be just fantastic if he had arrived back somewhere where he felt moderately at home to have to deal with her again. Gabriel should have been dead, he knew that, she had told him that. That one more night and she would have been finished with him. The Ravenclaw had the feeling she hadn't meant she would move on to other prey and leave him alive and well.
For now, the daytime was where he would remain. Although he preferred the night, the dark, it was safer now. At least, Gabriel told himself that.
As he dug through his pockets for a few coins to pay for the coffee, a pill bottle rattled in his pocket. Another comfort, knowing he had at least a few weeks worth of medication to stave off the ghosts and shadows that pursued him from his nightmares. Those were less and less too. Yes, things were looking up some, in the sense of health. It might change before the term started, and there was no telling how his fellows would take his return. Names and faces flickered across his memory. People who would be all too thrilled to watch him die.
Gabriel set a coin on the table and spooned two scoops of sugar in to the cup, watching the people. Looking for faces.