Not a Particularly Good Beginning ((Myka))

[will]

William Senetta watched as first years were Sorted and clapped dutifully when one was brought to the Ravenclaw table, looking so full of terror and curiosity is almost made Will laugh. Of course he remembered his Sorting only too well, and restrained from doing so. Instead he continued to clap with not nearly as much enthusiasm as his neighbor, not really paying attention. His mind kept on flashing back to Lucifer, standing in the field, watching him go. Did he understand that Will would do anything to get back to him? Did he realize that Will had to go, otherwise he would refuse? Probably not, even though Will had tried to explain a million times. Poor Lucifer probably thought that his partner (Will could never consider himself Luce's master) has deserted him, leaving him alone and uncertain.

Will ate his food slowly, tasting none of it. He only remembered feeling the wind in his hair, rushing in his ears, watching as Luce powerfully shot forward and passed the horse next to them as if it was the easiest thing in the world. The whistle, the gates being thrown open, dirt spraying underneath their hooves - for yes, when Will and Luce ran together, they merged into one being. Will sensed Lucifer's excitement and his lust for victory. He felt the dirt underneath his feet, the sky above him, the horse behind and beside him and the joy of winning. They were one. To be separated was like wrenching him away from... himself. His soul, his only care. Well... Will munched on his food. Maybe not his only care. But close enough - Lucifer was his heart. Now he was far, far away, and alone. Alone in the world of people. He liked horses better.

As soon as he was finished, Will didn't hesitate to immediately proceed to the common room. He didn't look forward to sleeping - it would be restless, if he could even get to sleep. Looking about at the bustling common room, he heard laughs and overjoyed voices as friends met again and told each other how good they looked. Will tried to block the noise from his ears but in vain - for it seemed obscenely loud and obnoxious. Even though the noise was by far very annoying, he wouldn't go to the common room. He'd much rather be in noise than silence, for silence allowed his mind to wander. And he knew where it would go first. His mind flashed back to seeing Lucifer standing there, watching him leave with expressionless black eyes. Oh, if only the summer had been longer. Only then it would have been harder to leave him. Yes, much, much harder.

Will settled down in an armchair and let his own thoughts drown out the noise that surrounded him. All that was left of the giggling was a buzz - for the only thing he could hear was a whinny.

[Myka Young R6]

Myka made her way up the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room. Replaying the conversation she had just had with Katy (for she now knew her name). Not many people would just come out like that. Which was basically why she had surprised Myka. Of course, before the girl had even said anything – Myka had known. Again, with the whole ‘gay-dar’ thing, it wasn’t too hard to see. In fact, being so introverted made Myka more aware of her surroundings and people. How they act, or what they like. If others took more time to think about these things, everyone would be so much more aware of everyone else’s feelings. But Myka came to realization that she was dreaming a fairy tale life. One that seemed to appear over and over. As Myka came to the common room, she was lucky enough to slip in with a group of students – considering she didn’t know the password. That was the one bad thing about going out after the welcome back feast. You never get to hear the password.

Upon entering the common room, Myka was greeted with resounding noise of gaggling geese. At least, that’s what she referred everyone to. They did, though, sound like geese. Myka took off her cloak and untucked her shirt, letting the shirttails hang out. She took off her shoes, completely aware of everyone else’s stares. It wasn’t like she didn’t do this every time she entered the stupid common room. C’mon people, get with it. She sent someone in her year a nasty glare and then took a seat on the couch near the fire. No one else was sitting, except one person. Everyone else were too busy hugging and gaggling. Myka rolled her eyes, and slouched down low in her seat – kicking her feet up onto the table that was in the center of the sitting area. The fire crackled in the place and Myka watched it a bit before turning to look at who else was sitting near it.

She picked up her foot and gently kicked him, “Will? You alive?” Of course she knew his name. She knew everyone’s name.

[will]

Will noticed that someone coming through the entrance was catching a lot of attention. He didn't bother turning, though his mind did go through possible unlucky ones that got chosen to be the circus of the day. Some people liked the attention; others, like Will, hated it and often avoided large crowds. He only liked being watched if he had a purpose in doing something, such as winning a race. He loved it when people watched that. For it was something very important to him, and to share the moment with others is such a wonderful feeling. His sympathies went out to whoever it was that was getting stared at, although he wished that had decreased the noise a little bit. How could people stare and talk at the same time? Will would never quite master that art.

He started as someone tapped him, and when he looked, it turned out to be Myka Young nudging him with her foot. It wasn't the best and most appropriate way to draw his attention, but he didn't mind. Instead he gave her a friendly smile, pushing back all the things he knew about her. He always complained about labels so he shouldn't be a hypocrite and label Myka. He only knew... knew... what she was, not who she was. "I think so," he responded, his smile slightly fading. He was glad Myka had waken him from his thoughts, since in the end they would have driven him to the brink of insanity. Will didn't want to think about all that he had left behind, but instead wanted to look ahead. It was so hard to do that though, so very difficult. He wondered if Myka would understand how the heart aches for what it can't achieve. He decided not to ask. "So, are you glad to be here, or would you rather be back at home?" Will questioned, trying to start a conversation that would hopefully keep him busy.

[Myka Young R6]

Myka's lips quirked into a small smile for a moment and then they returned to her normal scowl. She wondered what he had been thinking about, or dreaming about rather. She often found herself wondering such things about everyone. About whether they had different thoughts than her because she was gay. Of course, that was foolishness and once she thought it she scolded herself for it. But with how things were in her house... certain people were contaminated and certain people weren't. Myka's parents, without realizing it of course because they didn't know she was in fact gay, had permanently put anyone who is not attracted to the opposite sex under the 'contaminated' category. So she often found herself wondering if it were true... if her thoughts were different than other girls thoughts in every way - not just who they thought were good looking or who they hoped would ask them to dance. Or if her mind worked more like a guy's? She found that idea a bit repulsive.

She brought herself back to the present as Will asked her a question that was normally rather easy for everyone to answer. Most would want to be at home, they had someone they missed, something they missed, or they just don't want the school work. But her answer? "Ugh. Here. Home is a place of lies, and I would rather be here than there. I don't mind living in a castle with moving stair cases and/or ghosts floating around everywhere. It adds to the place. Home.... has a large purple elephant in the room... especially since my parents don't understand me, or anything about what I am going through...."