She offered a smile at his apology, one that lit up her features and made her eyes twinkle, sparkling against the glow of her wand. In retrospect, making her a prefect probably hadn’t been the best idea; she was too forgiving, too keen on giving out a second chance if she knew that person could be trusted, but still had difficulty reprimanding her friends. Though she wasn’t sure if she counted Nik as someone who would fall into that category, she had developed a certain soft spot for him, having noticed the dramatic change he went through over the course of the last couple of years, but never really knowing if it was something she could ask about. It crossed her mind whenever she saw him, when she noticed how the light he once had had considerably dimmed, how he had grown distant and quieter, never really participating among his peers anymore, making her wonder what had caused him to become this way. Frankly, it was none of her business, as most things rarely were, but her curiosity usually got the best of her and though she kept from asking, she had tried her best to be kind and caring and put her best foot forward whenever she was around him, if only to brighten up his day in such a miniscule way.
“Don’t worry about it,” she added with the same genuine expression, letting her hand tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before allowing her arm to fall to her side. “Though, I must admit, I see you out here quite frequently, so much so that we could probably make you a third prefect and have you run rounds with us,” she teased gently, her expression softening as she studied his. “I um..I know it isn’t my place to ask, but…is there a reason why you’re always out this late? Insomnia maybe or..do you just get bored? Roommates don’t always match up personality wise and I understand not wanting to be around them..”
Not many new about the interesting winter he’d had a few years ago. It never made headlines, and the faculty had been kind enough at the time not make a big deal over him, per his request. He visited the hospital wing twice a week to speak with the nurse over the issue – less therapeutic, more insurance. The school was employed by the ministry and Nikolai was now a ward of the state, meaning government employees were as responsible for him as it would get. If he decided upon any form of drastic measures, or showed signs of misbehavior, it would invariably reflect badly on them. Of course, Nik didn’t believe their motivations for looking after him were purely conservational. He felt the warmth from those delicate enough to deal with his situation, and appreciated it as well.
His mind had drifted, the distracted look leaving a slight glaze over his eyes, the same sort of look his classmates would laugh at. It came with retreating into one’s own mind; having no one to confide in. He returns when she speaks, blinking a few times to clear the haze before managing out a coherent response or one sort or another, “Um. Yes. I mean. Roommates and I don’t get on and I guess I get bored because sleeping gets, uh. Sometimes I just feel awake, I thought it wasn’t curfew yet. Sorry.” The apology slips out naturally. It’s become a mannerism for him. Bump into someone in the hall? Apologize. Drop his books in a quiet hall? Apologize. Someone hits him with a door? Apologize to the person, and the door for good measure. Perhaps it’s overkill, but it keeps him in the edges, and the edges are always the safest place to be.
So, now that that’s out the way, how are you tonight?
I’m… uh, good. Good. Um. You?
Anyone working on official business who is snooping on a conversation between two teenagers can suck my dick.
It’s never too late to start anything.
You’ve never seen me fall down a flight of stairs.
It’s fucking ridiculous.
It’s pretty rid…. um. Do you think we should be talking about this?
Oh, it can totally help with that!
I’ve been told I’m kinda of a lost cause.
As much as I can before even that gets monitored by the Ministry lackeys, at any rate.
Hah. Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’re breathing down our necks… um.
Through these thin eyelids criss-crossed with veins of lavender, all that exists is blackness; void. This is what Bonnie’s mind looks like. So empty and barren, open to whatever or whomever may choose to inhabit it. Why do so many thoughts that don’t belong to her loiter arrogantly in her head as though it were their kingdom? Is it warm? Inviting? Cozy? No. It’s black; and sometimes tinged with red when the light from her wand emanates a little too brightly.
She opens her eyes.
Nik’s own mind is, quite honestly, a bit of a mess. Since he was thirteen, the wires have all been slightly frayed, worn down at the edges, and sometimes faulty. They shock him when he doesn’t want them to, and don’t respond at inconvenient times, but he tries his best to hold his breath and make himself seem normal.
But really, what is normal anymore? He’s not sure he really knows the meaning of the word.
When he spots the light, he freezes up, terrified. There it is. Someone to break him, or at least get him in a lot of trouble. He figures he should run, but he can’t and so he just stands there looking scared, waiting for the detentions to pile up.