This is my first ever fanfic so reviews would be awesome also later chapters will be much longer than this and certainly much more interesting! This one may be boring but Im gonna make it a gradual thing. It will get better!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter, J.K does, but Alexus is mine :p…..
Alexus Edwards stirred in his bed yet again. He was finding it increasingly difficult to fall asleep the past few weeks, and it swelled him with frustration that there was no real reason to him why he was in a new found distress when he should be healing his aching limbs from another hard day's work at school.
He let his mind wonder why it had to be difficult at Durmstrang school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, at least, for him. A flash of jealousy crossed him as he pictured his fellow companions in his year laughing and playing about in their common room, they always seemed to have done the things needed when it was needed to be done, and they led straightforward lives in his eyes.
And why didn't he? Why must he always be in misery? He thought to himself, and was angry again at failing to grasp and answer to his problems. There was something wrong, something that denied him every time he let himself feel as if he was almost there...almost free...
He curiously thought about his Potions teacher, Professor Baird, who seemed to show somewhat close to affectionate behavior toward Alexus at times, but hastily dismissed the thought as a teacher worrying academically for a student with high hopes. Even so, he was probably the closest thing he had to a friend.
Alexus raised his arms and tucked them beneath his head. He peered out the window at the curtain of darkness that was the sky. He hated being lonely. He did not have one person he could call a friend at Durmstrang, nor could he point out an enemy. He wasn't befriended or bullied amongst the mass of students and sometimes he wished he was bullied at the very least, the lack of attention he was given rivaled his own inner miseries that were so mysterious to him...
His eyes whizzed around the dormitory, as if his answer was bobbling around the room. The room itself was rather large but simple. It accommodated a fifth of all the male students at the school. His average sized, creamy coloured, wood-made bed was that closest to the window, and numerous identical beds filled one side of the room with little bedside cabinets posed between them. At the foot of every bed was a large trunk crammed with personal possessions, close to the centre of the room where there was a very spacious area until the room mirrored the side of Alexus's bed.
Without looking he fumbled in the first draw of his cabinet, withdrew his wand and placed it under his hands on his chest. He wanted to leave his bed but his head was blank as for where to go. Many nights he strolled the castle, and he seemed to have run out of destinations to quell his inability to sleep. Nonetheless he shifted his feet of the bed and slowly walked toward the dormitory door. He walked without much knowledge of what was in front of him, the only light emitting form the two large windows at the other side of the room. He wasn't surprised when his leg caught something and he stumbled loudly. He stood quite still, but no-one seemed to have awoken. He glanced down and saw a broomstick that was half under a bed, and made his way to the door. He silently turned the large, golden doorknob and slipped through when just enough space was available, and his shoulder grazed on the large block of 'B' that was on the other side of the door. He hastily pressed his hand to the swinging block and it lay still.
"I wonder what beckons you at this hour, young man".
Alexus's jump of shock that was destined for the ceiling was only stopped by the 'B' block, and the crash it made on the wooden floor was amplified due to the silence. Rubbing his head hard, he turned to see Professor Baird sitting peacefully on the cushioned chair in front of the crackling fire.
"I, er, need to go toilet professor" he mumbled, whilst restoring the 'B' once again to its position.
"Very well." he replied, turning his stare back to the fire and stroking his beard.
Alexus thought it was strange enough that his Potions teacher was sitting in the common room, but, with a glance at the large clock at the entrance, even more strange was that it was almost four in the morning.
Professor Baird was, in Alexus' eyes, a noble man. He was middle-aged, white hairs were sneaking out amongst the short blonde hair. Black, perfectly round glasses fronted his dark brown eyes, and he had an average physique and his belly came out only a little. His exceptional knowledge of magic made up for his mild appearance and he could not help but admire his skill, his knowledge and his power. Alexus could not help thinking that Baird was like an older version of him in looks.
He walked quickly down the steps and U-turned round between the stairs in which he just walked and a parallel staircase leading to the girls dormitory, and pushed open the right of the two doors that faced him. Alexus blinked rapidly as he entered the bright bathroom, his eyes adjusting to the light.
He slapped his face a few times with hands full of water and looked up at his own reflection in the large mirror.
He was a handsome young man, sixteen years of age. He had dirty blonde hair with sharp blue eyes, and he was slightly tall. There was a small slit of hair missing from his right eyebrow, due to a misfortunate event at a young age. He stared at his reflection for a few moments, before remembering he couldn't take too long or look suspicious. He walked back out into the common room after drying off, walking more slowly. As he swiveled round at the foot of the stairs he turned to see Professor Baird still in his seat, now gazing at the ceiling. He did not want to return to the boredom of his bed, so he faced the oddness of having Professor Baird as company.
"Professor, what brings you here at this time?" he asked politely, moving toward the unattended seat in front of the fire.
"Oh, the simple task of choosing a new colour for the Balthazar common room" he sighed, a slight smile pulling at his cheeks, still staring at the ceiling. "I posted a notice over there to students to see what they favored but I can hardly base my choice on three replies" he continued, waving his hand toward a yellow sheet on the large brown notice board.
"Oh, ok."
Alexus did not know what to say, but he looked at the teacher with
newfound curiosity. He failed to believe that he was there simply to
decide a
new colour for the room, which he agreed it needed.
"I've narrowed down my choices to mahogany and turquoise, difficult decision. What would you say, Alexus?" He was looking straight at him now, and Alexus did not know what to say as he thought they were both ridiculous...
"I'm not so sure sir." He did not want to offend him but he did not want his common room to look like a joke.
"Well what would you prefer then, young man?" he was smiling at him now, and odd though his professor was acting he chose to continue to be formal.
"Um...maybe...dark blue?" he took a random stab at his favourite colour, half-expecting it to make no difference.
"Dark blue it is then Alexus!" he beamed at him, and Alexus could only stretch his cheeks apart a little to show his appreciation.
"Well then
dear boy, I'll be making my way now..." He stood and made his
way to the door, and only stopped once to give a curtly nod to
Alexus, which he
returned, and left for his office.
Alexus shivered a little though he was close to the fire, and decided that he would try to capture at least an hour's rest before the new day approached.
He strolled up the staircase, into the dormitory and onto his bed. He only lay there a few moments before realization swept over him that was momentarily obscured by his small encounter. He was alone. Hundreds of inhabitants were inside the castle with him, but in his heart, Alexus truly believed he was alone...
