His body was locked, broken to where it laid in the cold mud of the Quidditch Pitch at Trio's Hogwarts. The clouds overhead were none, the sun was weak. There was not much going on around the two. Due to such nothing going on around them and no school events happening nobody bothered or interrupted the two teenagers that were laying in the mud. Out of mere impulse Ashkir Devereux threw mud at her. Why? Because he wanted to, it was fun. He had known Nyna for over ten years, since before each has undergone a serious personality change. They known each other as their sexualities developed and they grew up without fear of the Dark Lord. Life was wonderful. Mr. Devereux had gone through a lifetime of changes to passion, hope, fantasy and reality. Nyna on the other hand has gone through something similar, but started before him. The last week between the two were the most distant the teenagers have ever had. Too far distant, Sir Ashkir Devereux felt it in his heart. He could not handle to undergo the same thing once again with Nyna. The love for Ashkir Devereux's once again best friend Nyna Adustum was unquestionable, undeniable in the manner of which it had existed before, but greater. There was nothing either of them would not due for the other. They were best friends, nothing could change that again, ever again. They would be the best friends until the death of one of them, then hopefully it would carry on to the afterlife if it existed.
Nyna was always there for him when he was growing up. He despised asking his parents for money, the situation was complicated and Nyna always provided the money for him. He would never forget the deeds of which she had performed for the young Ashkir Devereux. She proved herself more then worthy to be a friend, and Ashkir Devereux was too stupid, too idiotic, too selfish to see the clear evidence that was laid out before him. Nyna never would've mind that his sexuality was homosexual if he had told her when he first started feeling these things, this love, this hope, lust, passion for other males. If only he had told her they would have avoided what happened over the last week. As much as he wished he could have avoided it he knew it would come around sooner or later to taunt him. Everything he held dear was nothing compared to the hope, the love, and how much he cares for Nyna and his sister Cailey. However, though, the friendship with Ashkir Devereux and Nyna Adustum had never before taken such a heavy hit in a battle it did a week ago in Maddam Puddifoot's Tea Parlor.
Over the last week the friendship of Ashkir Devereux and Nyna Adustum has undergone more strain then ever before. Nothing has ever been such a powerful attack or move has ever torn apart the teenage friends. He had become more confused then he had ever been in his lifetime. Okay, that is not true, he was extremely confused four years ago when he was coming to terms with his sexuality. He wanted to deny he was homosexual, he was praying for the slightest chance of becoming bisexual, it never happened. As anyone could do, be able to flirt, know who is attractive and hot, but sexually attracted, Ashkir never understood, nor felt it toward a woman. When Cailey figured it out and forced the answer out of the young teenager, it meant a world to him that somebody was there he could talk to. But, this time was different, it wasn't sexuality, a lifestyle choice, it was a best friend. Who was there to talk to over the loss of a best friend? Ashkir Devereux talked to nobody over the time the friendship between him and Nyna was nonexistent. It pained him to hide such a secret when he was growing up, but it felt wonderful getting it off his chest three times, to three people, Anya, Cailey and Nyna. But with the conceding of the friendship of Ashkir and Nyna, Ashkir had nobody to talk to, it pained him. Having nobody to talk to, or even his will not wanting to get it off of his shoulders, made the last week extremely hard on him. All he did was add more and more stress to his load, which probably was not the best solution. The last week was the most challenging and daring time of the friendship of Ashkir Devereux and Nyna Adustum
To think of what he had done was unthinkable. He hid his greatest known secret. He hid his secret, he was wrong to do so. It was not like he couldn't trust his best friend ever. Nyna Adustum was always there for him, now she just proved it. She was always there for him. Even though they had a week of being cold-hearted toward one another it never broke or risked their friendship. Ashkir really had no idea how to comprehend everything that has just happened. There he was, a young male, eighteen years old, lying in the mud. Eew, mud, but he no longer cared. He was happy, extremely happy. He kissed Nyna…even though it was met on the level of like like or boyfriend girlfriend type it was an act of friendship of which he did. What was it? A self-righteous act of his friendship? Nope, not at all. It was the reuniting of two long time friends. How often did you see two teenagers separate for a week only to jump back at each other as best friends as they always were before? The week apart felt that as a lifetime. The week apart was an eternity. Mr. Devereux knew he never wanted to do that again. He had a new promise to make to himself, a grave, and well-hearted promise. But would he be able to help it? He had really no gorram clue. But he hoped in spite he would be able to. Nyna was his best friend he ever had had, he couldn't risk life without her again.
Do I even know you? Do I even love you? But I sit here…I know you, how can I realize that you are gone? Can you come; can you be here for me? Do you know what I went through while I was waiting for you? Do you even know who I am? But I know you; will you be here for me, in my time of need? Can you come? But here I am, sitting, you walked away and all I did was break into tears. Do I even know who you are? Were all of my memories just nothing? But here I am in despair, asking and begging for you back. Can you help me? As I call for you back…As I remain here, I realize you will never break my heart again. I realize how much I have missed you. I just needed somebody, and that somebody was you, my Nyna, my best friend. Somebody knew, I knew, you would never break my heart again. Back down on my knees, I am yours forever, you can make whatever you want of me. The way we been through all we been through. Just tell me you missed me, the word will make me break. I love you more then you'll ever know. I will love you forever, my friend. You are a part of my soul, I am nothing without you.
It was unbearable for him to think of life without Nyna. They were already seeing separate paths. Ashkir changed his life drastically over the month so far. He landed himself a new job, came out clean to his aunt and his best friend. Met his little cousin…yet gave them presents. He knew the gifts would catch his aunt's eye. His first broken arm, his first kiss, his first broken leg, the phrases of diet he went through, Nyna was always there. Ashkir knew he has used Nyna too much, it just hit him. It was time for him to be there for her, in her time of need. Though, he really didn't want her to become a part of the dangerous animal regulation…he couldn't imagine life without her. What would he do if she died? He frowned every time he thought of it. He just knew Nyna's end would be in happiness, that is all he cared about, happiness. Nyna deserved it and much more. He was there for Nyna's relationships, though he was always a bit jealous. Yes Mr. Devereux admits it! He was JEALOUS of Nyna's boyfriends. Does that make any sense? Ashkir isn't the one who'd jump to date at Nyna, he just did not like seeing her heart broken. Seeing the notebooks full of 'I 3 Dex' a couple thousand of times to her with her head in her knees on her bed sobbing, 'Why did I go with Dex?' Ashkir was done with these risks, but he was there for Nyna Adustum, his best friend, next time she wanted to attempt a relationship with a boy. Hopefully she doesn't go for another childish one showing off for her. What the hell? What was Mr. Devereux thinking? He really needs to get back to the moment.
A grave thing in Mr. Devereux's personality he always had a wandering mind thinking of endless things then what he should have been thinking of. He may be brilliant, bloody brilliant, but he was an idiot at times. He settled on one thing in heart, he wanted his best friend, Nyna, to be happy forevermore. Even if he had to walk out of her life for it to be so, then let it be, no matter how hard it would be on his heart, his soul, and his life. He owed it to her. Paying back the endless galleons, because how selfless he was and he felt he owed it to her, he would continue to do so. Ashkir Devereux owed a life to Ms. Adustum. Potential was a lot. Severance was a lot. Mr. Devereux had a lifetime more to live; he would try his best to always be there for his best friend Nyna Adustum. His mind has wandered too far off the original topic, but he had made some points clear to himself, which he'd have to live to fulfill. His personality would slowly begin to change. He was there to watch Nyna's change and she was there to watch his change. But this last week, he knew it would have effected their personality more so ever then before. It was utterly amazing what had just happened but at other times it feels awkward. Was this trial of their friendship a good thing? To come to think of it, yes. Ashkir is fully exposed to Nyna. She's back. He was happy, and yet, he feels more open, he no longer had to hide his deepest, and darkest secret from her.
When I saw you for the first time. I knew you were the one. You didn't say a word to me. But love was in the air. Then, you held my hand. And pulled me into your world. From then on, my life has changed for good. Now I'll never feel lonely again 'cause you are in my life. Love, how can I explain to you. The way I feel inside when I think of you. I thank you for everything that you've showed me. Don't you ever forget that. I love you. Love, I know that someday real soon. You'll be right next to me. Holding me so tight, so I will always be yours. Although we can't be together now. Remember I am here for you. And I know you're there for me. Whenever I long to be with you, I just close my eyes and pretend you're here. I see you, I touch you, I feel you, like real. Nothing can ever change. When I feel inside. How long must I be far away from you. I don't know dear, but I know. We are one.
It was of skill he had reacted. But little did he even know this skill existed or that he even had the ability to know this skill or use it to its maximum potential. Ashkir Devereux had much to think about, and in the past hundred and twenty seconds he gotten most of that thinking done. Speed thinking? Of course, but it was normal for the young Devereux boy. Shaking his head quickly he snapped out of his momentary gaze to see his best friend slightly pinning him down from his left side. He head kind of on his chest, facing his face. She spoke, Ashkir smiled, nodding his head. "It's my fault, not yours." His words were simple, muttered, soft, but held such harsh and strong power at the same time. They were wisely spoken. They were wisely chosen. Ashkir did not even think about what to say, he just reacted out of a slight impulse. Impulse was normal for people his age. It is surprising how many people had not known their impulse and claimed they have done it themselves. Impulse is what a teenager is made out of, and always will be. Impulse probably caused all of this mess in the first place, but to over look impulse would make your friendship a stronger bond then it ever was before.
Ashkir sat up, gently shifting to hold Nyna in his arms. Er…kind of. "I have something for you," the teenager smirked. He used his left hand and grabbed a handful of mud. He lifted it carefully as he stared directly into Nyna's eyes. He slammed the wad of mud in the back of Nyna's head. Laughing as it splattered, Ashkir pulled himself out of Nyna's pin and ran off. His entire backside covered with mud, he really did not give a gorram. He just made a major risk, he knew Nyna was going to hex him or chase him down. But, hey, they were having fun right? THIS IS WAR.