Let's leave regrets to the broken - OPEN

[patricksinclaire]

let's leave no words unspoken

AND SAVE REGRETS FOR THE BROKEN.

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Will you even look back when you think of me?[/center]

All I want is a place to call my own &&
mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone

Patrick Salvatore awoke brutally, as though he had received a punch straight in the face. His gaze searched the surroundings, and he found himself on the roof of the Astronomy tower, facing the Black Lake. He clearly recalled walking up to the tower to send an owl to Samantha Black, his godmother, but oddly enough couldn’t remember anything that followed. He figured he must have drifted off to sleep. The combination of the warm rays of sunshine hitting his face and the scent of the few scattered pine trees surrounding the great pool of water still made him rather drowsy, and it was undoubtedly a merging of that and the exhaustion he already had caused by the noticeably large amount of homework that had been assessed that very week, that had made him tired enough to fall asleep. Just thank God it was Friday.

Patrick clumsily descended back into the Astronomy tower, grabbing along the two bottles of firewhiskey he had propped between two bricks. It took a while for the boy to shake off all the signs of the drowsiness that still lingered in him from the unplanned nap. As he decided to walk back to the Great Hall, since it was pointless to head off to his present class, for it was surely nearly over, a great white owl came soaring towards him. Pat rubbed his eyes, and sat up, surprised to already receive an answer from Samantha. He rapidly opened the envelope, but frowned as he recognized the flawless writing of his sister Lisa.

Patrick,
Dad’s been back from Albania for a month, now, and he’s getting worried from the lack of replies to the letters he’s sent you. Is everything alright? If you keep on ignoring us, Dad’ll probably barge into Hogwarts himself to see if you’re okay. I’d like to see the expression on McGonagall’s face.
love,
Lisa.

Patrick yawned and ripped the letter into four seperate pieces, dropping them outside the metal balustrade. His electric blue eyes followed them absent-mindfully, as they oscillated in the chilly winter air. As he tried to keep his thoughts from derailing into something resembling guilt or regret, something brushed his ankles and he looked down, his gaze falling onto Mrs. Norris, the caretaker’s skeletal gray cat, who fixed her feline yellow eyes on him, before slinking back in the shadows.

Patrick slouched against the balustrade, his elbows pressed against the metal and his chin in his hand, staring at the bottomless Black Lake, as the Giant Squid used one of its tentacles to drag the four pieces of parchment Patrick had thrown outside, carrying them deeper in the water’s endless depths. Lisa had mentioned his father likely to be present at Hogwarts, for lack of answer, but Patrick couldn’t care less. It’d give him the opportunity to see his father again. The boy hadn’t seen Nick for almost half a year, for he had had a job in Albania, and even if Patrick knew his dad was working for the protection of hundreds of Muggle and Wizard families, he couldn’t refrain the same tinge of bitterness to appear in his stomach like every time he thought about him. Although it wasn’t likely to be the case (at least, Patrick hoped so), it felt as though his father was prioritizing his work, and abandoning his own family.

Shaking his head at his egotism, Patrick slumped back down on the chair and closed his eyes, oblivious to the light sound of footsteps drawing nearer. What felt like a fraction of seconds later, the familiar odor of sweet mango balm hit his nose and he opened his eyes, his vision momentarily blocked by a lock of hair.

You know to keep your hopes up high and your head down low.
Keep your hopes up high and your head down low.

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NOTES:: Hey, hey, hey.
TAGGED:: Open
CREDIT::: IMAGES - Persuasion @ Caution. Lyrics, All I Want - ADTR// Template MEGNGARNETT @ Caution.

[benni]

It was just going through the motions with Bennett, she didn't have much real care about anything anymore. Why should she when the things that went on at Hogwarts weren't all that important. All the petty issues with friendships and betrayals, the looming threat of attacks, and darker times seeming to blacken the horizon ahead, Benni's selfish, uncaring behavior seemed fitting for what was going on. Her course work had been completed, her social calendar completely clear- just the way she liked it- Bennett liked roaming around the castle. Even more so was this indulgence of idle exploration enjoyed when there weren't many people around. Bennett craved the solitude, it was comforting to her.

Not many people had reason or desire to be in the astronomy tower, not at this time of day anyway. That had been the draw when Benni headed in that direction. She always held an air of confidence in her flippancy, head high, shoulders squared with a chip perched nicely on top of them. People had a tendency to either avoid her or do her best to press her buttons and she couldn't say that she really preferred one over the other. There were still times in her life when even she felt the need to socialize, if only in a heated argument or battle of mean spirited banter.

Step by step Bennett ascended the stairs, spiraling her way up to the tower. The elements of the weather could have such troubling effects on the features. A quick application of mango lip balm and her lips were protected, being a girl did have its perks that was for sure. That simple pleasure of the glossy moisturizer gliding across her lips, lips blotted together to blend it in, it was a moment of mild bliss, a refreshing sensation. As she tucked the lip balm back into her satchel, the bag bumping lightly against her hip with each step, Benni's gaze was downcast making sure it went in the little pocket in the side.

Bennett was oblivious at first to the other person's presence. It was just as well, even if she had noticed it wouldn't have bothered her. Benni wasn't nice enough to ask if she was interrupting or bothersome in any way because even if she was it didn't phase her or have her motivated to be a people pleaser or likable. People always got the raw dose of Bennett, whatever whim of a mood she may have been at any given time and usually that mood was surly as hell. Looking up, eyes landing on the boy, Benni didn't make any effort to greet him, instead brushed her hair out of her face and heading over to where he was perching herself on the railing, legs wrapping around the vertical bars for extra balance and looked him over carefully, inquisitive almost. "Drowning your troubles in Firewhiskey... Classy." You better believe Bennett was passing judgment and making assumptions, it amused her.