Where am I? ((Sita and Billy))

[yoojin]

‘I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who I am. And I don’t know… Where am I? Where am I?’ Time after time, Eugene remembered these words when she was descending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Stairs, to go outside. These words were in her dream, last night. She coudn't know its reason. But it was just a bad dream. A nightmare, what made her think a lot. She was lost in thought, but also she was continuing to descend slowly. One Boy, with his Slytherin uniform, came to next her, she didn’t notice it. When the boy hit her suddenly, Eugene dropped her books to the stairs. She came to herself. “How?” But the boy had gone with friends beside him.

Eugene picked up her books and angrily, went to next to the lake. No more, she didn’t want to think. No more. “This may be a bad starting, but I want to believe it will continuing better.” She had come, looking to the lake’s gleam-(like a)phosphorescence. “’I don’t know what to do.’ What does this mean?” As usual, by the reason of her undecided personality, she began to think them again. May be, this would continuing til the night.

She sat to under a tree that she found. The same boys was coming back, noticed. “What’s happening?” She mouthed. “The lady came here, as my guess!” “What’s the matter with you, guys? Go back now, okay? Do not disturb me!” She stood up suddenly. “What are you talking about? You, do not disturb us again! You had hit my friend on the stairs, he told me.” Eugene was in doubt, looked at the boys. They were three people, at this moment. She remembered the boys who hit her. And they were beside the boy who standing in front of her. “Oh no! No! They hit me, not me!”

Eugene knew, may be, they had pushed through the crowds of people, angry that the others didn't seem to make a path for them as they went. All of them were the same. At that moment, the boy took her wand and lifted it to Eugene’s neck. Eugene didn’t know what to do. And, for a minute, she did not remember her own name. “Who am I?” said doubtfully. “What?” said the boy then. “Are you kidding me?” Eugene had said this loudly, so remembered. ‘What am I saying?’ she muttered to herself. “Stop it!” shouted Slytherin boy. Suddenly, when he noticed a familiar face-a Huffpuff student. He got down his wand, but thought Eugene would take her wand to himself, for this time. He pushed the girl to the lake. Eugene had fallen, who do not knowing to swim. And the boys had just run away.

[Billy Brady H6]

((Sorry for the delay!))

“Yeah, sure, see you in the entrance hall in…10 minutes or so?” Billy said to Sita just after they’d eaten lunch (she’d seen him alone – Rex had gone off somewhere else – and had made the most of being able to spend yet more time with Billy), when she went off to get their coats.. And apparently tennis racquets too. They were both bored, so Sita had suggested (or, rather, demanded…as usual, Billy felt that he didn’t have much choice in the matter) that they go outside and play some tennis for a bit, which he’d agreed to. She’d then decided to go and get both of their coats, which is what led Billy to say the above words.

But…Billy had no intention of playing tennis. He’d never played much and wasn’t a fan at all…it was only 2 (or even 4) people hitting a ball between them…he didn’t see what was so fun about it). In fact, he wanted, for once, some time on his own, wherever that may be. Outside, was the first place that came to mind. Not that that helped at all…he’d probably just wander, and as far away from the usual tennis spot as possible. Maybe towards the lake? Yeah, it was usually relaxing around there, and hardly anybody would be out…it was still winter after all, it was cold, and there was still snow on the ground. He would suffer without a coat, but he didn’t care. He could face the weather…anything to get himself some peace and quiet for once.

A freezing gust of wind hit him as he pushed open the main doors, and thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go outside without a coat. But no, he would stick to his guns, and just brave the elements. He would warm up, after all…and he was wearing several layers, including a warm t-shirt and a thick jumper. It was the initial shock of the temperature difference that got to him rather than the temperature itself. He knew he would be fine within a couple of minutes. What he was most concerned about was how long it would take for Sita to find him, and what she’d say and do when she did find him. She wouldn’t be happy, and he didn’t want to upset her…she just had to realise that he needed some time alone occasionally.

Billy decided to head off towards the lake…as he didn’t know where else to go, apart from places that would be close to the tennis area, and Sita would find him more quickly over there. The lake was in the opposite direction, and quite far away, so even if Sita did go there first it would take her a while (despite being a fast runner…though he guessed the load of coats and racquets would slow her down). It would be more peaceful, if not colder, down by the lake. He wondered if anyone would be down there today, or if everyone would be staying inside…he guessed the latter, as there was hardly anyone around as he walked over there.

But as he arrived, he noticed that there were people at the lake. And not only that, it looked as if something was happening…something that didn’t look too good. He walked quicker as he approached the group, so he could see what was happening more clearly. It looked as if someone was being, well, bullied or something, by some Slytherin students. Well, it could be something else, but seeing that the people laughing and shouting were Slytherins, with one, silent, Hufflepuff (he could see the robes more clearly by this stage), he guessed the small girl was being bullied.

SPLASH!

Oh great, the girl had been pushed into the lake. And the Slytherins were now running away, rather predictably. Shouting “COWARDS” in their direction as he ran over to the lake, holding his wand, feeling as if he should take responsibility for the girl as nobody else was around, Billy helped the struggling girl (who he now recognised as Eugene, in the year below him), who obviously couldn’t swim, to get out of the lake. He kneeled by the lakeside, outstretching his arm, hoping that she would grab it so he could pull her out, or closer to the shore anyway.

Luckily she did, and soon enough she was out of the lake, and safe. There was no longer any side of the Slytherins…but they were the least of his worries right now. He’d also momentarily forgotten about Sita as he was helping Eugene. “Are…are you ok?” Billy asked her. “What was happening? What did they do…apart from push you in the lake?” At this point he wished he had his coat with him, to stop the girl from freezing to death…then he remembered Sita, and half hoped she would find him soon enough.

[yoojin]

In the water… She was feeling that she is so lonely and incurable. After she struggled to swim for a long time in the lake, she had tired and stoped it. She was looking like a water fairy. An innocent face and a long dark brown hair, undulating in the lake slowly. She wasn’t breathing. And the same, bad dream came again, into her mind. ‘I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who I am. And I don’t know… Where am I? Where am I?’ There was a dark place in her dream. And she was in that place too. A dark place… And suddenly… somebody touched her shoulder! She could not look at her behind. This time, the boy that touched her sholder talked to her. “Are you ok?” Opened her eyes, she had reclined. And there was a boy in front of her. She was not in the lake now. And of course, she was wet. “What was happening? What did they do…apart from push you in the lake?” She didn’t hear. She was just feeling so cold, freezing. And the boy’s coat closed by him. “What? … Where am I?” She said slowy, continuing to look at the boy. And suddenly, she opened her eyes completely. “Huh?”

She stop up fastly, droping his coat. “What? W-Who?” She was trembling a bit, cause of the cold weather. “Who are you? What are you doing here? Why did you comae to my.. You..” Stoped to talk. And looked at him so doubtful. This was a Hufflepuff Student. She took a step to be next him more a bit. “You are not from Slytherin. Oh! I was thinking… Never mind!” Bu she wasn’t still remembering that she fell into the lake. “Why am I wet? And why are you here? And who are you?” She touched her wet hairs, thinking. “Oh! Now, I’m remembering that I fell to the lake! Ya! Sure!-Oh! So cold!” Bowed with her head to the boy. “Thank you. And sorry. You had just saved for me.” And she didn’t just lift her head, taking the coat from the ground. Put on. “Oh! My head!” Still, she was a headache.

She went to near the lake a bit. And looked at the lake again. ‘Where am I?’ She remembered the word in her dream again. There was a slow song in her brain to feel herself falling when she was looking at the lake. She began to feel dizzy, continuing trembling. She came back to his side by two steps. She began to swing like she was drunk. She reached her forefinger towards his nose. “Ajussi! Eugene Park!” She continued, sniffing. “I’m n-not feeling we-well! Arosso?” She had talked like she was drunk too. Trembled. Swinged. For a few times too. And at the end, her head hit him head! “Ouch! Hey! Watch out! You..” And stoped again. She did not know that it was just her fault. And at the end, she lost her balance, hitting the ground in front of his eyes.

[Sita Mehadi H7]

“No I don’t feel like working just yet either!” Sita agreed to something that Billy had just said. “So what do you want to do?” she persisted, and was rewarded with the usual unhelpful ‘ummms’ and ‘errrrrs’. “We can go and sneak into the Slytherin Common Room,” she suggested, for once in her life not actually meaning her ludicrous suggestion (most of the other ones she did mean, even if they always seemed equally unlikely). Billy wasn’t agreeable to that one. “Oh I know! You can show me how to sneak into the Restricted Section in the library,” she suggested. She didn’t have any particular want or need for that skill, but she had some doubts about Billy’s boast that he and Rex had done it many times before and she was testing him. She didn’t actually think that Billy had the guts – naturally at least. He didn’t look all that delighted at the suggestion, and she felt some private triumph. That just proved it – Billy, Restricted Section? Yeah right.

“Well then, we’ll go and play tennis outside,” she concluded. “No, don’t shoot down that suggestion too,” she said crossly, as he looked about to protest. “You haven’t suggested anything yourself, and anything I suggest you won’t agree to. Just do what I say! It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll go and get racquets and our cloaks.” Of course, Billy had no choice by this stage, and they were doing precisely what Sita had really wanted to do from the outset. She was becoming very good at manipulating Billy.

She had thought she was, anyway, she reflected as she stared dejectedly at the empty space where she’d left Billy standing. Was he hiding in a crack or inside a suit of armour, waiting to jump out at her? No, Billy didn’t do immature things like that. He didn’t do anything very interesting or unexpected. Then again, she hadn’t expected him to disappear into thin air. Well, it was all very inconvenient and inconsiderate of him to decide to start doing unexpected things now, when she was here holding their cloaks and two tennis racquets. She pulled on her cloak and ventured outside. She could always go and hit a ball against a wall, if nothing else.

Sita had no idea where to start looking for Billy. There weren’t any tennis courts at Hogwarts – it was a Muggle sport. But she had played tennis with him a few times before, always in the same spot, so she was going to look for him there. She would have done, anyway, had it not been for her hearing a commotion in the opposite direction – someone shouting. She decided to go and look there instead. She wasn’t sure whether or not Billy was a nosy person (she was), but he might have gone to see what the commotion was about and he might be there. Oh, she would be chastising him when she found him.

Sita was actually rather surprised to find Billy close to the lake with a soaking wet but pretty girl lying in some sort of semi-conscious state by his feet. The girl looked cold and unwell; Billy looked worried, helpless, and in fact pretty bemused. Sita bustled up. “What on earth are you doing, Billy?” she asked him, and then completely ignored his response as she knelt down next to the girl. She recognised her immediately as a Hufflepuff in the year below her, but unfortunately she didn’t know her name. She took hold of the girl’s hand, which was icy cold, and put another hand behind her back to ease her into a sitting position. She kept her hand there to keep the girl upright, because she could tell from the weight she was supporting that she would most likely fall back otherwise.

“Hey hey, talk to me,” Sita urged the girl, squeezing her arm quite tightly in an effort to make the girl snap back to reality; she didn’t seem to be quite with it. “Talk to me,” she demanded a couple more times, until she thought from the girl’s eyes focusing on her that she had her attention. “Hey, everything’s okay,” Sita reassured her. “We’ll get you warmed up in no time.” She draped Billy’s cloak round the girl’s shoulders, and then pulled off her own cloak and did the same with that one. Sita was beginning to feel the cold a little bit herself, with her legs by now completely soaked and numb from kneeling in the snow. As a rare occurrence, she hadn’t really been thinking about herself. Billy was most likely superior to Sita in common sense, but she had the advantage over him here with her feminine caring instincts and greater decisiveness. “We ought to get you inside,” she told the girl. “It’ll be warmer,” she added, a tad unnecessarily. “Me and Billy will help you stand up. Can you do some sort of drying charm?” she asked, looking up at Billy. She knew that she certainly couldn’t.