Looking Around (Ryan)

[baylee smith]

[bg=000000] Walking around doing nothing is all what Baylee can think about right now. The wind was blowing constantly across his face, he saw there were birds flying ahead. He smiled as one of them was his barn owl, holding up his arm the beautiful tan and white owl settled into him, pecking at the meat which Baylee offered to him. Once the owl finished Baylee let his beloved pet fly away. Being at Hogwarts was all new and scary for him for the same time. He was unable to protect his mother out here and he was shaking like crazy. Please don’t hurt her dad he thought and hoped in his mind anyway. Finally he found a large silver stone and sat down on it, he then unsleeved his left arm, and was thinking about cutting again. But he changed his mind and just looked at the horrific Death Mark which was on his arm now. Why did they mark me? He just didn’t understand and hoped it would come too him soon enough. Putting his sleeve back down he signed long and hard. Wishing that things would be ok and his mother would safe and his father be back to normal. Waiting and thinking on how to get his problems to be solved. Maybe he should tell someone then again, his mother would be really hurt and Baylee couldn’t have that, not now, not after what she have been through. Maybe it would be best for him too keep quiet and deal with it his own away. Yes he would do that, no would stop him, not the headmaster, not the ministry, not even his father. This was his mission, and he would deal with it on his own. No one else matters, or do they?

[ryan simons]

Ryan walked towards the Hogwarts gates. It was a beautiful night. The trees were just swaying the the slightest breeze and all was content and peaceful in his world. It was great to be back at Hogwarts, even though his parents didn't want him to be there. They kept talking about the danger and what not that he could get it. He was a Muggle Born, after all. Ryan didn't mind being a Muggle Born, blood didn't mean anything to him. If he was going to get into trouble just because his mother and father were regular people, then it was turning into a very sad world. He stopped for a moment to just watch the birds and owls flying. He smiled as he saw some other ravens flutter around in the trees, watching the owls over head with their beady black eyes.

As the Hufflepuff boy continued his stroll down the walk, he began to think, wondering if any of his friends were still around. Oh well, keep old friends and make new, whatever house they may be in. Ryan wasn't a big fan of houses either. They were all wizards and witches, so why not just stay together and fight for a common cause? Blood and houses had to separate them. Ryan remembered quite a few occasions of when he was younger, and some to this day. The fifteen year old had switched tables once or twice to see his friends. Yes, Ryan wanted friends in various houses; that included Slytherin. Honestly, not all of them were bad. It was probably self prophecy. Everyone assumed Slytherin was bad, so when the kids were put into that house, they probably thought themselves of bad. Oh well. That had been one of Ryan's goals: befriend a Slytherin. Actually, his goal was to befriend almost anyone and everyone here at the school.

The large gates loomed closer and closer. Ryan had no thought whatsoever of leaving, he just wanted to glimpse outside of the castle. Have a look at the great gates through which he entered. He could still remember his first year by boat. That had been awesome. As the Hufflepuff boy neared, his bluish grey eyes fell onto another boy who was also near the gates. The boy infront of him released an owl. Ryan smiled and approached him. "Hello," the fifth year called to the boy in a friendly voice, his eyes smiling.

[baylee smith]

[bg=000000] Still sitting on the rock thinking of what's going too happen. He really hoped that this chirstmas he is able to go home. Yes home where his mother is and stay with her for long time, hold her closely into his arms. His tears were slowly drying up as he was starting to think he was being a coward now. His eyes were sky blue weren't as blue anymore, filled with sorrow, guilt and silence were the only things running through his little body. Sometimes he wished that he was killed, maybe things would have been different and better for himself and his mother definitely. Maybe I should do it he thought and put the blade of glass nearer his arm, he was going to do it, but something in his mind told him not too do it now, as there was someone close by, extermelly close by in fact. Little flecks of rainfall started to fall. Baylee was beginning to get more and more depressed now and he cried a little. Right now he didn't care there was anyone nearer him or coming around to him, he was going to show his emotions. He would even shoot the spell towards himself and fire it now. I know the spell and can do it. I want to do it he thought over and over again. He was going to do this right now. Standing up, he pointed one of his wands towards him and shoot the spell. With no idea there was someone around him and was able to stop him, it was actually really scary the same time as well. Suddenly a voice disturbed him, he looked at the older boy. Baylee haven't seen him around here before and that was nice thing really. He sounded nice enough so he got up hiding the things away from the boy. He didn't want like an half an hour lecture. Hyia he answered back. What brings you here? He asked him with some curiously.

[ryan simons]

Ryan had had a fun night. Mostly running through the Hogwarts grounds as a wolf. It had been fun and he hadn't gotten caught. Now that he was back at Hogwarts, he knew he was in sort of a lot of danger because of the whole Muggle Born round up. Oh well, he'd live through it. Probably. Hopefully. There was a lot more than hope on the platter. If worse came to worse, Ryan would just transfigure and disguise himself for the rest of his life. Then he shivered. Never mind, that would be a horrible way to live. No, if things got to bad at Hogwarts for him, he'd turn into a wolf and run all the way home if he had to. The fifteen year old didn't have the license to apparate yet and didn't even want to try. He heard that awful things could happen if it wasn't done properly.

As he continued to think, he began to consider somethings. Wasn't this the year that the career opportunities things came in? Ryan still wasn't that sure about what he wanted to become, but he had a pretty good idea about it. He thought that he wanted to become an Auror. True, he was in Hufflepuff, not Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but he thought it would be so cool if he could accomplish it! Both his adopted and biological parents would be proud. Well, at least he thought his biological parents would be proud. Ryan wasn't sure, since they were Muggles and had limited knowledge on the whole Wizarding World. Ryan had only met them once or twice and both for short periods of time, sadly. After he finished Hogwarts, he wanted to help his biological parents and teach them everything about his world.

The Hufflepuff gave a grin as the boy answered him. He liked this kid already... and didn't even know him. "Hiya!" he called back happily. "What's your name? How are you?" he asked, smiling at the seemingly younger boy. Not that he cared, anyway. Age didn't matter to him, neither did house. Ryan laughed and thought. "I actually don't know," he answered honestly. "To look at the trees and get some fresh air, I suppose," he finally concluded with his feelings.

OCC: Sry about the wait
IC Word Count: 389