Queen of the Gobstones...
Apr 10, 2015 0:06:11 GMT
Post by Matt Knightley on Apr 10, 2015 0:06:11 GMT
Matt sat in his corner of the common room, trying to concentrate on his homework. It was early in the evening, so lots of people were wandering in and out. Tonight was particularly bad though, since every stray piece of conversation distracted him, while at the same time assaulting his mind with grisly details of possible futures for the person talking. One seventh year had a strong possibility of getting dragon pox immediately after he graduated, but then again, he might instead be hit by a bus in muggle London, or get married to the sixth year witch he was currently chatting up and have five children, or die alone, an old dottering man...
Matt tried to focus, but it was particularly hard tonight. Sometimes he could force the pictures away, but not tonight. Giving up, he shut his book in frustration, a little more loudly than he wanted to. Homework was not happening tonight. He knew his sister would be disappointed, and understanding, all at the same time. He missed her so much, it hurt. He'd had to...talk to people. To pretend he was having a pleasant talk while the searing images of tragic futures rushed through his head.
He avoided people as much as possible because of it, but that was hard without Meg here to play buffer. He sighed, and headed to the stairs leading to the dorms. Maybe his mind would give him some peace there, since everyone seemed to be here.
His eyes trailed unconsciously over the room as he walked across it, and settled by chance on a group of students playing Gobstones in the corner. One was likely to die in his sleep tomorrow, but there was also the possibility he'd go to potions class tomorrow and actually connect with his soul mate, a Slytherin girl who, in most futures, he completely avoids because he's too frightened by her house. Another...
The girl in the center, the one currently winning...
Almost every one of her futures, all of them, coalesced into one overwhelming probability. The time and place varied, but the event was the same. She was grown, in her 20's, or late teens, or early 30's. The age shifted, the event did not. She was standing next to a man almost her own age, she dressed in white, he in dress robes, always their parents looking over them smiling, sometimes alive, sometimes as spirits...flowers everywhere. They either had one child, or three, or seven, the number kept changing, but the possibility never varied. This girl was absolutely fated to fall in love with her soul mate, and live happily ever after, dying only after many, many years of happiness with the man. It was...pleasantly welcome. Easy to comprehend. And it blocked out every other possibility of every other person in the room. It was simply too strong to allow the others to enter his head.
Smiling, Matt walked over to the group, watching for a few moments from the sidelines, not being able to help staring at the girl who was winning.
Lily Luna Potter
Matt tried to focus, but it was particularly hard tonight. Sometimes he could force the pictures away, but not tonight. Giving up, he shut his book in frustration, a little more loudly than he wanted to. Homework was not happening tonight. He knew his sister would be disappointed, and understanding, all at the same time. He missed her so much, it hurt. He'd had to...talk to people. To pretend he was having a pleasant talk while the searing images of tragic futures rushed through his head.
He avoided people as much as possible because of it, but that was hard without Meg here to play buffer. He sighed, and headed to the stairs leading to the dorms. Maybe his mind would give him some peace there, since everyone seemed to be here.
His eyes trailed unconsciously over the room as he walked across it, and settled by chance on a group of students playing Gobstones in the corner. One was likely to die in his sleep tomorrow, but there was also the possibility he'd go to potions class tomorrow and actually connect with his soul mate, a Slytherin girl who, in most futures, he completely avoids because he's too frightened by her house. Another...
The girl in the center, the one currently winning...
Almost every one of her futures, all of them, coalesced into one overwhelming probability. The time and place varied, but the event was the same. She was grown, in her 20's, or late teens, or early 30's. The age shifted, the event did not. She was standing next to a man almost her own age, she dressed in white, he in dress robes, always their parents looking over them smiling, sometimes alive, sometimes as spirits...flowers everywhere. They either had one child, or three, or seven, the number kept changing, but the possibility never varied. This girl was absolutely fated to fall in love with her soul mate, and live happily ever after, dying only after many, many years of happiness with the man. It was...pleasantly welcome. Easy to comprehend. And it blocked out every other possibility of every other person in the room. It was simply too strong to allow the others to enter his head.
Smiling, Matt walked over to the group, watching for a few moments from the sidelines, not being able to help staring at the girl who was winning.
Lily Luna Potter