Author's Note: I tried again. It's not my usual twins, but it's a Weasley family member. I'll continue my Identity Versus Inferiority if it's actually wanted. But not too many reviews. Maybe if I get more feedback..
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil, ripped in two along the vein, then tossed over his shoulder.
Repeat.
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"Enjoying yourself Wood?"
The taller boy spun around from his position on the pitch. His sanctuary. The rain, had made the mood almost eerily idetical to the boy's emotions.
"What are you doing here?" He sneered, he needed no company, especially not from 'him'
"People worry. We don't want Gryffindor's Keeper sick before a game, do we?" The red-head explained. For once, the prefect had towered before Oliver. His face stern, through the blackness of the night and clouds from the rain. An unbrella hung over his head, until after a few moments offered out to the darkhaired boy, to much distaste.
"Leave me be.."
"If you wish.." Percy replied, pulling the umbrella back over his own head, " Take care of yourself Oliver, very few will for you.."
Oliver returned to the grass, flooded within the mud.
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil, ripped in two along the vein, then tossed over his shoulder.
Repeat.
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"I was so mean to you.."
Silence.
"I wish you could forgive me. "
Silence.
"Ignored your help, when you were the only thing that kept me sane, all those years. "
A calloused hand rested gently upon the top of a miakeshift marker with in the ground. Soon followed by a choked sob, and then childish sniffles.
"I loved you, and even in death I still do. Maginificent, you are."
Chapped lips pressed against fingertips, " It's too late for shared feelings now, Percival," Then placed affectionately to the ground.
"If only I had a chance to ask for your help, one last time. "
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil. Ripped in two along it's vein.
"Who will help me, now that you're gone?"
Then tossed over his shoulder.
" How am I to live without you , Percy Weasley?"
Repeat.
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil, ripped in two along the vein, then tossed over his shoulder.
Repeat.
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"Enjoying yourself Wood?"
The taller boy spun around from his position on the pitch. His sanctuary. The rain, had made the mood almost eerily idetical to the boy's emotions.
"What are you doing here?" He sneered, he needed no company, especially not from 'him'
"People worry. We don't want Gryffindor's Keeper sick before a game, do we?" The red-head explained. For once, the prefect had towered before Oliver. His face stern, through the blackness of the night and clouds from the rain. An unbrella hung over his head, until after a few moments offered out to the darkhaired boy, to much distaste.
"Leave me be.."
"If you wish.." Percy replied, pulling the umbrella back over his own head, " Take care of yourself Oliver, very few will for you.."
Oliver returned to the grass, flooded within the mud.
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil, ripped in two along the vein, then tossed over his shoulder.
Repeat.
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"I was so mean to you.."
Silence.
"I wish you could forgive me. "
Silence.
"Ignored your help, when you were the only thing that kept me sane, all those years. "
A calloused hand rested gently upon the top of a miakeshift marker with in the ground. Soon followed by a choked sob, and then childish sniffles.
"I loved you, and even in death I still do. Maginificent, you are."
Chapped lips pressed against fingertips, " It's too late for shared feelings now, Percival," Then placed affectionately to the ground.
"If only I had a chance to ask for your help, one last time. "
A blade of grass. Picked at, plucked from the soil. Ripped in two along it's vein.
"Who will help me, now that you're gone?"
Then tossed over his shoulder.
" How am I to live without you , Percy Weasley?"
Repeat.