He had seen it happen many times now. Even the young man had finally noticed it. Sometimes in her sleep, when the kitten was feeling particularly safe and content, she became a little girl. The tiny form on the young man's pillow would grow larger, but not at all large. Still in her slumber, she would nuzzle closer to the warm form upon whose bed she was sleeping.
He had thought about telling someone she existed, that she was in the castle. But so much of the time she was a student's familiar and so he couldn't.
This time when she nestled closer, the young man awoke. Whatever dreams she had interrupted had left the young man erect. When the young man, this Head Boy whom he could never consider a boy given the wretched things he had seen him do, lifted her nightdress up to her shoulders she didn't stir.
He watched this young man who so enjoyed breaking things stare at the young girl's unmarked flesh. So young, she was not even old enough to properly enroll at the school. Without the swell of breasts to interrupt, the whole expanse of her flesh was flat.
With all the heart that he didn't really have, he wished that the young man would let this one be. Just once to not see the young man mar and break something, someone so delicate, so beautiful.
When the young man pulled the nightdress back down and after folding his blankets over her instead pressed a kiss to her cheek, he again wanted to weep. For the first time since the young man had taken up residence in this room, he wanted to weep for joy.
He moved into another frame to follow the young man into the adjoining bathroom. After seeing the young man use his own hand to relieve himself, for all his joy he couldn't help but wonder. What was it about this one? What made him spare her, leave her unmarked, but never the rest?
He had thought about telling someone she existed, that she was in the castle. But so much of the time she was a student's familiar and so he couldn't.
This time when she nestled closer, the young man awoke. Whatever dreams she had interrupted had left the young man erect. When the young man, this Head Boy whom he could never consider a boy given the wretched things he had seen him do, lifted her nightdress up to her shoulders she didn't stir.
He watched this young man who so enjoyed breaking things stare at the young girl's unmarked flesh. So young, she was not even old enough to properly enroll at the school. Without the swell of breasts to interrupt, the whole expanse of her flesh was flat.
With all the heart that he didn't really have, he wished that the young man would let this one be. Just once to not see the young man mar and break something, someone so delicate, so beautiful.
When the young man pulled the nightdress back down and after folding his blankets over her instead pressed a kiss to her cheek, he again wanted to weep. For the first time since the young man had taken up residence in this room, he wanted to weep for joy.
He moved into another frame to follow the young man into the adjoining bathroom. After seeing the young man use his own hand to relieve himself, for all his joy he couldn't help but wonder. What was it about this one? What made him spare her, leave her unmarked, but never the rest?