Just one more year... (Sora)

[hotfrenchguy]

Baz wasn’t having a very good day at all. He needed cheering up, but couldn’t find the people who would do that best- Maryn was nowhere. Flo was gone somewhere, he hadn’t seen her around for ages. Where was everyone else? He didn’t know. Studying somewhere. But after a quick glance through the Library aisles he couldn’t see anyone. Brilliant. Just loads of annoyingly loud first years he really didn’t feel like talking to. They irritated him. Choosing a table near one of the large windows overlooking the lake he glanced at the numerous amount of first and second years around him. They were too loud, too rash, too oblivious to those studying around them. Bastian clapped eyes on a small brunette who was clearly the life of the party. She was a first year and way too flirty with the boys around her- it disgusted Baz. Did she have no dignity whatsoever? Merlin. She noticed him looking and fluttered her eyelashes his way. He stared back with a look of utter repulse on his face, and before long she got the message and turned her back to him. Stupid first years. He’d never get used to them- or at least the ones like that.

Turning to his bag, Bastian pulled out a sketch book. He began to write with his large peacock quill, the red ink he always used for his sister’s letters covering the page. Before long two pages were filled, and he was on to his third. God he missed his sister- he missed her so badly. Just one more year… then she’d be out of their father’s hands and into his, and she could be happy. Just one more year.

Suddenly Bastian paused in his writing. He felt a presence by his side. Sighing, he covered his letters with one swift hand movement and glanced up. Another first year? Brilliant.
“Yes?” He asked impatiently.

[Sora Dadlus H1]

(ok just had a heart attack thought my computer dumped my work again but it didn't)

A timid and scared looking first year walked up to him.

"Um. Mister?" he said shakily "Do you mind if i sit here?" he said pointing across from him.

The boy had messy brown hair and blue crystal eyes. He was dressed strange for a wizard even for a first year. He wore a pair of baggy black shorts and a pair of black sneakers with gold colored laces. He had on a bright red tee shirt and a black vest over it. His pants had silver chains dangling on them. Clasped around his neck was a locket that his hand was touching when he walked up to him.

"I'm Sora" he said sticking his hand out.

[hotfrenchguy]

Araine was on Baz's mind now and she wouldn't come off. He couldn't get those sweet brunette ringlets and big green eyes out of his head, no matter what he tried to focus on. Pouring his week into words and onto the letter always helped him rid himself of any stressful thoughts he had- but the lack of replies from Araine back was bothering him. And now this first year.
He was dressed differently from the others- they tended to go for the simple jacket-jeans combination. Simple and not too scruffy, but not goodie-goodie smart. Sebastian didn't approve of this kid's fashion but was never really one to judge a book by it's cover so kept that thought away.

The frightened way the kid asked for seat permission amused Baz slightly, and his annoyed and angry mood from before caved as he nodded to the kid. "Sure, go for it."
The hand that was next thrust in Bastian's direction he was surprised at. A first year with manners? Whatever next? But with a small amused smirk, Baz reached his own hand forwards and shook Sora's.
"Nice to meet you, kid. How'd first year life going for you? You'd be better off over there with the others like you, you know. I'm Sebastian. Fifth year Gryffindor." Although Bastian tried to hide his French accent, it was obviously coming through. He wondered if Sora would notice it.
In a quick movement he finished his letter abruptly, signed it and added the kisses, then folded the parchment into his bag with care. Before long his red ink and quill soon followed and he was leaning back against a bookshelf on the back two legs of his chair, surveying little Sora with interest.

[Sora Dadlus H1]

Sora flashes Sebastian a cute grin "I don't fit in with the other first years all that much." Sora said sighing. He's eyes looked out the window at the wide grounds. "Besides i do better in smaller groups of people anyway." Sora said touching the locket. "So your French are you?" Sora asked suddenly. "Is France neat?" he asked curious as a kitten "I spent my whole life living on an island till..." Sora let the sentence trail off and went back to looking over the lake.

[hotfrenchguy]

Baz smiled back a little, curious at the same time. Sora didn't seem that different- other than his dress style, which could easily be forgiven, he was acting more or less like the average little kid. The other thing Bastian noticed about him was the constant touching of a small locket around his neck. It shone against the sunlight streeming through the window and caught Bastian's eye. Interested, he leant forwards just slightly on his chair- though still keeping it on the back two legs- and looked closely at the locket. Bastian had seen many people with items of great importance to them- he remember one Ravenclaw long ago who carried an amulet with her wherever she went, which had been passed down through her family. Maybe this locket was a similar inheritance?

Feeling as though he would be intruding if he asked about it and certainly not wanting to give that impression, Bastian sat back once more and nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm French. The accent very noticable? I don't live there and the longest I've been there for is only for about four months when I was a youngster- even younger than you. We stopped visiting for long periods of time in my second year, when my mother died. But now then we pop over. It's a beautiful country- we go to the South, so the weather is almost always brilliant. There are some really gorgeous cliffs and sights around there too. I adore it but still wouldn't swap it with London. I adore the business of this please, you see." He talked about France with a small smile. He hadn't been for half a year now and enjoyed describing it. When his mother's death came into the conversation he just smiled further as he remembered her. It's not like he never thought of her- he barely ever wasn't. But he hadn't spoken about Meredith for a long time.

Wise enough to know not to ask about why the first year wasn't still on the island if Sora hadn't continued talking about it, Baz looked into the kid's bright eyes as he spoke once more. "Yeah, so France is pretty neat. What about this island- what was it like? Don't worry if you'd rather not say. That's perfectly cool." He smiled reassuringly at Sora as he spoke. He didn't want to pressure the kid into talking if it hurt him.

[Sora Dadlus H1]

"I don't mind. It's about a five day boat ride from the coast of Oregon. It's a very pretty island. It's pretty small but I spent most of my time playing down on the white beaches with my sister Kairi and my best friend Riku"

As Sora said the name he absent mildly touched the gold locket around his neck.

"It was always so fun to play down there. Mum and dad were muggles but me and Riku could do small bits of magic. We accidentally turned mum hair green one day. It took a month till she could get it back to normal."

Sora giggled at the thought.

"But" he began to talk lower and sadder. "Voldermorts lackeys the Death Eaters came. My little sister was off gather fruit from some trees and they got her. The kill everyone on the island but me and Riku. They tried to kill me but Riku pushed me out of the way... and well they left one was clutching his arm. I found out later that voldermort was calling them. I escaped without any damage but Riku... he wasn't killed cleanly. He had been wounded pretty bad and I just held him as he faded."

Sora's blue eyes filled with tears and he clutched the locket in his hand. He looked out the window thinking.