jai guru deva om.

[Athradien Telemnar]

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe

It was a beautiful, cloudless night. The Slytherin lay in the grass in absolute silence, staring up at the stars with a meditative expression across his face. It seemed to him, at least, that he could stare at the stars for eternity while contemplating his life and mistakes. With every breath he took, he could feel the chilly night air enter his lungs, and his warm blood pulsing through his veins. Although he was able to feel himself living, breathing, he was the last thing from content. Even the willow, usually troubled and misunderstood was quiet and understanding. In a way, it was a metaphor to himself. Thoughts bubbled up inside him, and it came to the point where he just wanted to release them into the world. But talking to himself would be dumb, so unlike his usual self who recently had been under the influence of the wrong crowd.

Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Athradien sighed heavily, watching his breath condense and rise to the sky. He rolled onto his side, tired of thinking. Sometimes he wished he could crawl into the darkness and have no thoughts, no emotions, no feelings. He was unwillingly at his breaking point. Originally, the Slytherin had thought that he would have comfort and content upon returning back to Hogwarts, his safe haven just like all of his other trips and returns. But this time it was different and he felt the urge to run away to some place. But there could be no escape from himself now, he had already screwed himself over.

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world

He picked himself off of the ground restlessly and walked a short distance closer to the willow, seeking a shortcut around his problems. Instead, he found a puddle of water. He squinted his blue-green eyes at his reflection, a frown upon his face. Athradien saw, well of course, himself. He was 6'2 nowadays, his hair color to it's normal un-dyed state. Athradien had washed the blond dye out of it a long time ago, and had expected his hair to be chestnut brown like it always had been. Instead, it had darkened. Much like his soul in a way really. His dark brown hair was messy, not that he really cared about that. The Slytherin had become a bit more scrawny then he had been due to not really caring about his muscle mass as he had been in previous years. Athradien stepped on the puddle with disgust, the droplets landing on his face and clothes. Sighing again, he found a dryer place to sit and watched time slip before his eyes.

[Sirius James Elvendork Novus]

Aha! The infamous Whomping Willow!

He had heard many stories about this tree, oh yes he had. Apparently it was more ferocious than his Mommy when she was on her lady problem, which was pretty darn ferocious, folks. Sirius heard tell of people who had lost eyeballs to the overgrown shrub (yeah, he just went there), along with hands and feet and lips and teeth and just a bunch of other random body parts. It sounded downright moody, honestly, and Sirius felt bad for the tree. He had probably gotten minimal love as a saping, what with being, you know, lethal and all. It had most likely been given a wide berth and hadn't been held enough ... Well, that's what Hufflepuffs were for, my friends!

Sirius wasn't sure why exactly he was doing this. He supposed it was the flobberworm poop Gryffindor brains coming out in him from his Mommy. In his hands was a very cozy blanket that was covered with snitches and stuff because he had two amazing Quidditch players for parents and he wanted to follow in their footsteps. He also had his wand, a couple of storybooks, a flowery watering can, a tiny pillow, and a picnic basket. He felt much like that Yogi Bear fellow, minus the fact that he hadn't stolen anything. Daddy and Mommy always told him that stealers went to hell, along with liars, contient-freezers, Soapie-ers, and emos.

Singing a cheerful tune in his pre-pubescent voice, he hopped, skipped, and strolled his way down to the Whomping Willow. "LALALALALA CAN YOU DANCE LIKE A HIPPOGRIIIIIFF." Oh, right, he also had Mark, galloping along in his wake (AKA: being pulled on a string across the dirt). "Don't worry, Markizzle, we'll be okay. The tree is probably awfully nice, nobody just bothers to get to know it. Just like you! Everyone thinks that Hippogriffs are these violent, scary things, but you're not scary at all, are you? You and the Willow will probably get on quite well, like two, erm, 'skluts' in a 'strip club'. I don't really know what they mean, but they probably get on rather well, because, I mean, Daddy says so, and plus, they sound really likeable, don't they? Quite lovely. Anyway, just calm down, Mark, you're being crazy. Everything will be okay!"

THAT IS, UNTIL THE WORLD WAS TURN UPSIDE DOOOOOOWN!!!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Sirius shrieked as everything tumbled from his arms and he was lifted off of his feet and hung upside down. Only he didn't hang for long, he just started to fall to the ground-sky. "I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" Out of nowhere, the Hufflepuff began to sob rather hysterically. Then, he remembered Mark! "MAAAAAAAAARK!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I CAN'T LOSE YOU!!!" There was no sign of the Hippogriff, and he was falling, falling ... Except he wasn't. His face was just full of some brown substance and it tasted really bad. He didn't dare move, though. That isn't, until something and wiggly crawled into his mouth.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWW GROOOOOOSS!" he shouted indignantly, hopping up immediately and spitting the worm from his mouth. Yeah, he was never dying again, that was for sure. Glancing around, Sirius realized that this place looked exactly like Hogwarts ... same time of night, same surroundings, everything. Surely this wasn't heaven or whatever, it was supposed to have clouds and underwear models and lots of sunshine. So, there we have it. He went to hell. HE HADN'T MEANT TO STEAL THAT BUMBLEGUM, HONESTY!!! He began to weep again as he looked around for some other hell-goers. He at least didn't wanna be alone in hell.

His blue-green gaze spotted someone not that far away ... In fact, this person was basically at his feet. Sniffling and wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he approached the boy-thing. "Hello, er ... person. I see you got here, too. Did you steal something? Lie? Freeze a continent? Attempt to stick your tongue down Abba's throat?" Whatever that meant. "Or perhaps you were an, erm, emo? Well, don't worry. We're all in the same boat now. It's sad, but we must accept our loses and move on!" Then, he lost all eleven-year-old composure and collapsed beside the boy. He flung his arms around him and hugged him as if there was no tomorrow. "I-I-I-I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE DEAAAAAD! All I was was doing was gonna cheer up the Whomping Willow andandand I'm a nice kid, really, I don't mean any harm, but then I just died and I can't ever see Mark or Mommy or Daddy or Lily or Remmy or Uncle Cammy e-e-ever AGAAAAAAAAAIN!!!"

[[BY THE WAY, Sirius tripped over Arthritis ... in case that wasn't apparent. >_> lmao. THANK YOU, CORY. haha.]]