Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 16:38:24 GMT -7
Ever since he had not been able to go back home to the states, if even just to see his family, Chase had been restless and downtrodden. He would sigh and wrapped a rather large blanket around himself, shuffling down from his bed in the dormitories to go down to the common room. It didn't matter that it was so late at night. Sometimes it calmed him to be down where the fire was crackling, where he could think about his family other than his twin, where he could think about Paprika as well.
It was rainy nights like this that he missed Paprika the most. It was nights like this he wished he could have a regular non-magical, energetic, wiry-haired Jack Russell terrier at Hogwarts. Yes, he knew he couldn't have had her at Ilvermorny either, but at least he was in the same country as her, not separated by travel bans of the magical variety. He drew his knees up, his bare feet pressing into the cushions of the chair he was nestled in, blankets wrapped around him.
He didn't cry, as much as he wanted to. It was as though he had no energy to cry. Or maybe, he had only barely enough energy but really didn't feel able to cry at this point. Or maybe, he mused, the rain was doing the crying for him. Either way, he seemed to curl tighter in the chair in the common room, soon drifting to sleep and curled tight, dreaming of better days, running alongside Paprika and swirling magic around them, childish jubilant sparkles confined only to his dreams.
It was rainy nights like this that he missed Paprika the most. It was nights like this he wished he could have a regular non-magical, energetic, wiry-haired Jack Russell terrier at Hogwarts. Yes, he knew he couldn't have had her at Ilvermorny either, but at least he was in the same country as her, not separated by travel bans of the magical variety. He drew his knees up, his bare feet pressing into the cushions of the chair he was nestled in, blankets wrapped around him.
He didn't cry, as much as he wanted to. It was as though he had no energy to cry. Or maybe, he had only barely enough energy but really didn't feel able to cry at this point. Or maybe, he mused, the rain was doing the crying for him. Either way, he seemed to curl tighter in the chair in the common room, soon drifting to sleep and curled tight, dreaming of better days, running alongside Paprika and swirling magic around them, childish jubilant sparkles confined only to his dreams.
