Post by Damon Timothy Michaels on Feb 23, 2010 14:23:42 GMT -5
-----------------------------------Broken down like a mirror smashed to pieces
You learned the hard way to shut your mouth and smile
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Damon woke with a start, his heart was racing. The small framed boy moved quickly into a sitting position looking all around him. Sinking back a bit the teen realized it was merely a dream, Damon ignored the panicky feelings and swung his legs over the side of his bed, getting up. The boy got dressed rather quickly, seeing as it was the weekend the petite pulled on a pair of jeans. A curtain of raven hair fell spilled into his eyes and the boy headed down to and out of the common room. It was a really nice warm day, not too muggy or humid, just lovely with a soft cool breeze. Damon usually didn't care for the summer but every season was beautiful at Hogwarts, though summer would quite quickly melt into fall and he would be quite happy.
The ebony haired boy, traveled silently down through the corridors, not even lifting his gaze to watch people meet up with one another. He gently placed his hands in his pockets and moved through the crowds with ease, feeling a little uncomfortable being so close to everyone. He guessed the feelings came as a result form the dream that had made him more than a little panicked, though he knew throughout the day that the feeling would become dull. Damon entered the Great Hall, a small smile danced over his lips as he headed to the Gryffindor table and took a seat.
Despite not really being all that hungry the boy forced himself to eat even if it was just a little bit. He was just grateful to be at Hogwarts, it was a place to escape for him, a place that Damon never wanted to leave. For when he was in the safety of the walls he didn't have to think of what waited for him at home. A shiver traveled down his spine and he bit his lip. At least he had a while until he was forced to go home on Christmas, he was only lucky enough to get to spend one Christmas at Hogwarts and it was the best of his life. He sighed gently and took a sip of pumpkin juice. His attention was drawn to the window where the owl post was streaming in. Within moments the familiar horned owl dropped a letter before him. Looking back at Timothy's owl, he watched to see if it was told to wait for a reply but it was already flying away. The boy took the letter in hand and with shaking fingers opened it.Damon,
I hope all is well for you so far, my dearest. Your presence is greatly missed, I can not stress it enough. I trust you are being well behaved as you always are. I miss you so much my love, so very much. I may be making a trip to Hogsmeade on one of your weekends there and if I do I will expect you to join me at the Hog's Head. I will be reserving a room for you and I. Don't worry about getting in trouble for I will take care of it. I will expect a letter back form you so I'll keep an eye for Ace. I can't wait to see you.
Love,
Timothy
Damon felt a surge of sickness as he quickly folded the parchment up and shoving it in his pocket before anyone could see it. He closed his eyes for a moment, praying for his stomach to settle but all he could think about were the man's words. Why did he always have to take everything from the boy? His words were laced with kindness but something he was not revealing, something Damon knew all too well. After all Damon had lived with the cynic for most of his life, he was so sadistic but in public he was quite the upstanding wizard. He felt tears nearly welling in his eyes and cursed at himself under his breath.
The boy forced himself to talk another sip of the pumpkin juice trying to drown out the sick feeling.OUTFIT:: HERE!
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