Breathing again ((Jack))

[kris]

Kris had swore, whined, threatened, not ate and after a total of 29 hours madam Pomfrey gave in. So she had walked Kris down to the Hogwarts Courtyard and after telling him with clear irritation that she’d be back for him in an hour, if he managed to not kill himself while then, madam P had left. The Courtyard was abnormally quiet. Probably because most people weren’t even up and he few first persons who were probably weren’t thinking of coming to the Courtyard.
Kris guessed that it was around the time for sunset, but he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t exactly that he could look around and see what time it was. Kris gave a rueful smirk at the thought. He should better get used to it as he was never going to be able to see again.

But it felt nice to be out of the Hospital Wing even if it was only for an hour. It was good to feel the sun and breeze on his face again. Kris had felt caged in the Hospital Wing. Like a cornered animal who had been deprived of everything that mattered to him. He supposed that the weather wasn’t overly warm as it was early and the last part of September. But Kris didn’t mind it, even though he was only wearing a black T-shirt. But the chill in the air surrounding him made him feel alive again. At least to one point as he still had to learn how to deal with life now that he couldn’t see it anymore. He didn’t even look like he used to earlier. He was wearing a pair of simple gray silk-pants with silver lining and a black silk T-shirt. His hair that had always been long had grown even longer and his cheeks had hollowed a bit during his time in coma.

Kris had grown both mentally and physically so he wasn’t a boy anymore. He had transformed into a young man and while he hadn’t been bothered by his age before, then this transformation fit him even more. Sitting down on one of the benches Kris stared into nothingness while he breathed in the fresh air almost greedily while slowly twirling a fallen leaf between his fingers. It felt almost as if he had been allowed to breath freely again after years of keeping him chained down. And Kris savoured the feeling.
Morrigan - the little kitten Kris had found and saved - seemed to like it too as she rather happy meowed and rubed against Kris's foot before parading up and down the bench he was sitting on.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack put his books away slowly, his eyes glazed over from hours of staring at the piece of paper. The homework had been driving him crazy and now that he had it done, he felt like it wasn't nearly ready yet to be turned in. He wanted Slytherin to win the House Cup this year badly; it was like a constant headache. Shifting in his chair, he threw his bag to the corner, letting it settle there with a heavy thump, which resounded across the room. All his dorm mates were gone from the room; he had it all to himself. Only the people below him would have heard that sound. He smirked and stood up, stretching his shoulder blades out. After carrying that heavy bag around all day, it did something to his posture. Once he felt loose and ready, he sauntered out the door, stopping only to peer at the mirror, checking his complexion, which had small red marks located near his eyes from putting his fists there out of pure frustration. He turned off the lamps before leaving the drafty room. He despised how cold the dungeons could become in the winter; it was like sleeping outside if only under ground. He smirked slightly and put his pockets inside his jeans. His school robes shrouded him well enough so he wouldn't become too cold walking through it. His shoes pattered against the hard stone as he made his way through the bleak place, the constant drip of water echoing through his head all the way.

The courtyard looked delicious in the dawning dusk. The soft splash of the water made it seem even better yet. Jack had been planning gat first to set off to the Grounds and perhaps wade in the water, refreshing himself. Now, it didn't seem nearly as appealing. Relaxing in the last rays of sunlight would be much better. Plus, sunsets at Hogwarts were normally a sight to see, especially if there were clouds on the horizon. Jack ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. Why was he so tired already? School had just started a few days ago and yet he was growing weary of the homework and such. It was sad and he knew it. Jack should be welcoming the stash of homework. As long as it meant he could stay at Hogwarts, he was perfectly fine. He hadn't talked to Mack for a while now, which bothered him. She must have been busy too, maybe even more so then Jack. He convinced himself this was it and strode out the huge oak doors to the Courtyard, welcoming the breeze that lifted his hair invitingly.

At first, he saw no one he even remotely knew. They all seemed to be from different houses, mudbloods and such. He didn't notice the figure that sat with a kitten. He didn't look familiar either, so Jack didn't bother to glance at him until he saw him out of the corner of his eye. He had to go back and take a double-take, to make sure it was him he really saw. It was. Kris Graas, a fellow Slytherin, was sitting in the Courtyard. Jack blanched openly at this. What was he doing here? The rumor that he was now in critical condition mustn't have been true, unless Kris had already recovered....? Jack gazed at him for a bit, measuring his posture. Was he in a good mood or no? He had only talked to Kris once, and that had been at the lake with Mack. He smirked at the remembrance of him throwing Mack in the water. After a few moments of indecision, he moved forward slowly, watching Kris. Was it true that he was blind? It couldn't have been true that he was in a coma, for here he was, sitting right in front of Jack. Unless he recovered from that too....Jack, confused, strode forward with false confidence and he stood before Kris, stopping right in front of his eyes. "Hello Kris. Remember me?" he asked with a smirk.

[kris]

The wind pulled on Kris’s hair making it flow around him while Kris sat still. Oh, he had known about being blind before. But it was only know that he completely understood what exactly in entitled. He would never see again, never be able to just get out of the Hogwarts castle and go run on the grounds to where ever he wished to go. He’d never see an animal again, never help a wounded animal, never see an animal caring for it’s little ones again. There were so many small miracles he would miss just for being in the wrong place. Kris sat completely still with hi back straight as he tried to start comprehending his loss.

He heard footsteps. A bit faltering for a moment. Most certainly not madam P as Kris had learned to recognize the nurses footsteps without any mistaking of it. This wasn’t her, yet the footsteps approached. Kris almost wished that the person whoever it was would pass him. He needed solitude. Time to try and gain control over his raging emotions, time to understand what had happened. He didn’t want to speak to someone else who would feel uncomfortably, trying to offer pointless words of comfort. How could others words comfort Kris? They didn’t know what it was like to wake up to darkness. To know all the little details of things Kris had always enjoyed such and suddenly not know about them.

"Hello Kris. Remember me?" a voice asked. Slytherin as no one else would have approached him right now. Not to count professors. Not the youngest person but Kris heard some tone that wasn’t familiar to him before. Everyones voices seemed to have changed, gotten deeper so they carried more emotions. Even Dana and Mary, both of who Kris adored with his heart and soul, sounded different. Kris toyed with the idea of not answering, but that wouldn’t help any would it. Kris’s jaw clenched as he finally recognized the voice. Wasn’t it that Rendel boy? Kris thought that he might have talked to him… once… for a minute or two…
“Not really. Guess you held no importance for me,” Kris answered with his voice raspy. His words were cocky, but it didn’t matter. Kris was… almost terrified of the world, now that he couldn’t see it anymore.