â· Xing Hei
It was early in the morning, but Xing was already up to his feet, refreshing himself on one side with the cold water and on the other side his memories, while standing in front of the mirror without even glancing up to it, so engrossed was he into the book he currently read. It was about potions - obviously - his passion. Well, his passion that he showed everyone, a fake impression of his also acted character in front of the crowd. He might smile so charmantly, but if you look closely, those smiles never reached his eyes. His eyes which turn anyone deeply to the cruelty of cold winter days, where only fear followed the lonely man. He had been up for about two hours now but until now, he did not bother to step outside. He was sure that it would be meaningless because the breakfast is probably not going to be ready yet. Truly, he hated mornings, he hated himself due to his restless sleep, where nightmares seem to seek him everytime. Despite that experience though, he would have never seen to be in any way disturbed by that. The fake smile always rested on his face, letting everyone now he was okay. He was alright. And there is nothing for anyone to worry about.
He usually kept everything for himself, and would never trust anyone to an extent of close to irritation of anyone should bother in asking about his life which he thought of his own business, where no one had the right to interfere. Even his little half brother, who did not like him anyway. An unusual pain is piercing through his heart; always is it likewise, he hated how he felt. That strong urge to be by his brothers side, having a usual relationship with it. But of course, that woman had to destroy everything, had to destroy his own dear life. It was truthfully annoying. If Xing wouldn't have been so reserved like he was, he would probably sigh right now, complaining in silence. However, he was the type of person who holds everything in, did not dare to leek any of his sentiments out, in the fear of being heard. Of being looked through like a plain book.
Slowly stepping to his bed, he noticed that all surround him are still in middle of their dreams, far from awake. It was nothing to wonder about though, having the morning to be still early. Even so, Xing knew just too well that he already could grab something to eat below and started off the day. He was positive that he was not the only one either. With that thought, he placed back his books in their places where he put them, all in a nice order. Generally, he always was a person who disliked mess and appear to often manage his belongings well, only not to bother having an headache finding things which needs to be find. And nothing was more easy than putting them nicely right from the start - a mature thought which was another radical difference between himself and his brother.
After awhile, he'd quitted the dorms and finally after awhile walking through the hallways and greeting politely some teachers with his good student manners, he reached the great hall. A nice smell approached him at the time he opened the doors - and the familiar sight appeared in front of him, letting him having that strange feeling of coming back home. A silly feeling; with that, he dropped the subject, left it ignored and walked to the table of which he was assigned to from when he started to go to Hogwarts - a time which seem to be so long ago now, almost unreachable. The 11 years old him already figured that he would end up in Slytherin; not because of an unreasonable instinct, but the very deep insight and understanding his nature, which truthfully not anyone could do.
"Good morning, Dioda," A gentle and still foreign voice escaped his lips as he passed the white haired woman, though she seem to not noticing him. It would be too much if one say that Xing liked the girl - he probably loved her company which always brought silence and almost none disturbance, something rare he could find where everyone have the urge to talk needless things; conversations, which never contain any meaningful informations. Small talk which could just disappear. That's why he was quite disappointed not having her as a company when he took his breakfast. Despite Xing's deep indifference about his surroundings, he had felt the desire to keep a nice image of himself; and someone like that would never eat alone like a loner. Sighing in his thoughts, he went to the other Slytherin students, preparing to hear useless talk.
â· Yean Hei
Yean was, like always, outside. It'd developed into his hobby to sneak out of the windown and climb up to the academytop, only going for the chance to be alone and stare up to the skies. Strong wind forced his natural maroon hair to dance wildly, made a mess out of them as they began to rest again, alongside the wind which slowly began to calm himself. Now, only a nice morning breeze felt curling through every part of his body, letting him slowly become in touch with the shy but gentle warmth of the morning sun. While thoroughly savouring the morning while having his eyes closed, he slowly noticed his little problem. Hunger overcame him and forced him to open his eyes, dissatisfied. Although a part of him still want to stay on his spot, he was afraid that his stomach wouldn't want to argue any further.
A bit cursing himself for not smuggling any food into the dorms, he carelessly jumped then skillfully grabbed the window frames in his fall, then with one try pulled himself back into the dorms, uncaring about the noise he'd made. Honestly, he couldn't care less - all of them had to come back to reality soon enough, so why not waking all them up now? While played with the thought of doing a little prank, he changed his clothes into the hateful robes and obediently closed the door with little noise as possible. There is, surprisingly, still manners in his rough and grumpy skin.
Yean felt nothing but tiredness going to this academy - why was he here again? He remembered that his dad told him to, saying that he was also here although Yean was sure that he made it clear that he wanted to do something else. Something, which had nothing to do with the world of magicians. But that did not mean he was not interested in that, although he had to admit he was a bit too naive as he was still in his first years. Still having the thought that it would be something exciting; and nothing as bothersome and sometimes difficult to understand as now. He was told to read books with such details and so many complicated formular that his head might just explode on the spot. Well, he was never the type of person who would be fitting in learning things which he is not interested in - truthfully he was not dumb. He was only too lazy for some things which did not even picked his attention. That's why up until now he still preferred the world without magic, the world where his physical abilities had a better use than here.
Then he remembered how they confiscated his skateboard, and his mood sinked again, made him even more looked like a delinquent. Unlike his brother, he couldn't care less about the impression he might have given other people - he was him and that simple reason was probably why he got himself end up in Gryffindor. Well, that did not mean he was unsocial in anyway though; in fact, he was known to talk many things which half of it was probably garbage. The complete opposite of his half brother after all - a fact he just wanted to forget. He was sick of always being compared to his half- brother. There is nothing about him that Yean did not hate - he would never forgive him and that will be it between them.
He entered the great hall, noticing quite many students present - a nice surprise. Yean always hated silence so he warmly greeted so many company. Ignoring the presence of Xing, he stepped with an unusual rushed pace to the Gryffindor table. To be honest, he was glad that he was not in the same house as his brother. It would just make his stay in Hogwards like hell, uncomfortable and even more unenjoyable than how things already are. Throwing that disturbing thought, he spotted Lilyanna, an odd girl in her seventh year, who still behaved like a curious child. Yean could never hate someone like that though; and in general, he could never hate a girl - or a somekind woman in her case. She attracted him somehow and made his curiosity also arise and her company was indeed pleasant in an amusing way. "Mornin' Rose, pretty early today. What do you recommend?," He asked, a question that he often posed. He'd liked the way she express herself for quite long so it started to become a somekind of habit.
