Dear lord I hate school. So time consuming. And now with starting NHD, I don't even want to think about. So I won't! Here's the next installment, concerning Lorcan. It was Ovarian Cancer Awareness today at my school because a girl only a couple towns over recently died of it. This is also the last of this group. Once again thanks to all the reviewers!
vii. this is the ultimate secret
He kept a lot to himself.
Everyone assumed he was anti-social, a little loony. Just like his mother.
But they would be shocked at the things he knew. He was something like a collector of secrets, both big and small. Some frivolous, some serious. But they were all stored away for further use.
When Roxanne was despairing last year on Valentine's Day, moping that she had no one he made sure a little Valentine note found her.
(And so what if it was anonymous? It still made her smile.)
He was well aware of the fact that McGonagall had offered Teddy Lupin a teaching position- and that he had declined because he didn't think he could ever be able to teach Lily Potter in a formal situation. Not that he told Mcgongall that was his reason.
He knew Thom Nott's father had tried to slice the Dark Mark off his skin using a dull paring knife- forcing Thom to rush him to St. Mungo's because he had no clue how to fix the wound.
He always sat quietly in class and teachers never thought twice about speaking to one another in front of him.
So he found out that the portrait of Professor Snape constantly talked to himself, grieving about what he could have done differently.
He heard that Dumbledore's portrait never spoke, even when McGonagall asked him a question. That he moved so little that the Headmistress swore he could have been a muggle painting.
Yes, Lorcan Scamander knew all these things and more.
But on top of all that, he knew his mother was dying.
He was the only one she told, and she had made him promise that he would never utter her secret to a soul. Not his father, not his brother.
Lorcan doubted whether Ly would have even cared.
The pain of the secret made him ache, the same may the disease made her ache. He struggled to put on a smile as she struggled to stay alive another day. He wondered how she could be dying if she showed no outward signs. She wondered how she could be dying now, after surviving all those years of war.
But she asked him so he kept the horror to himself, buried deep inside his head
(in his heart)
And he kept his calm demeanor, never rose to any bait. He remained the odd one, that Scamander kid, the one no gives a second glance.
The one who knows all the secrets.
Because he's 99 percent sure if he has to talk to too many people everysinglething he's been told, or heard, or seen.
Will come a tumblin' out of his mouth,
and into the ears, brains, hearts of those who hear.
.-.
So he kept to himself a lot.
