Post by Ricky Daine on Aug 9, 2009 9:00:37 GMT
It had been a while now since him and Erys had broken up, and he missed her every day. He told everyone he was fine. That he was tough enough to get by on his own. What he failed to mention was he wasn’t entirely alone anymore, and as much as his stomach turned to think it, he had Girty. They had both agreed that their being pushed together, and the fact that their wolfyness had caused a bond, they had become friends. Even so, it wasn’t hard to see that without Erys, he was only a shadow of himself now. Since he had become a Wolf, she was the one who kept him grounded, she was his string while he was the kite, she stopped him flying off too far. Without her, he was floating too far from everything. He had nobody to keep him grounded anymore.
You don’t have to put up a fight. You don’t have to always be right.
It was a line from a song he had heard over the holidays. If he had let himself think about it really, the song reminded him of his own and Girty’s struggle. Part’s of it had fit them and their strained friendship. He had found himself laughing. Of course he couldn’t tell his parents he had a friendship with a Hufflepuff. He’d have been flung out of the house on his backside quicker than he could say quidditch. The two of them were quite alike in reality. The more he got to know her, the more he realised that. Despite the fact they had come from different backgrounds and have different morals, they were very similar. Keeping things pent up, rarely talking about how things made them feel. The fact they both had the same birthday and the fact they were both werewolves. It scared him how similar they actually were.
Ricky trusted Girty.
It was a queer feeling. The only person he trusted was Erys, and now she was gone… he didn’t even trust himself… but yet he trusted Girty. He walked through Hogsmeade, his head low, not meeting anybody’s gaze. He barely felt anything anymore, it was almost as though he couldn’t feel. He had closed them off, fearing if he let himself feel he’d just melt down and that would do zero for his reputation. He found himself at the bottom of a hill, the wind blowing downwards towards him. The sky was a clear blue. Walking through the mass of crowds was not what he wanted to do. Climbing over the fence he began his walk up the hill.
He wondered if things would have been different if he had just told Erys what he was… but honestly he didn’t think so. He could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him, she was disgusted by what he was and he didn’t blame her. He was disgusted by it too. Nothing would change. Ricky knew that, he doubted there was anything he could do. As he reached the top of the hill he saw brown hair flowing in the wind, for a moment his heart jumped. The first thought was that it was Erys… but as the smell wafted towards him he recognised the scent of Girty… the wolf mixed in with her shampoo. It worried him the fact he knew what shampoo she used. It was one he rarely smelt. It was cucumber scented.
He shook his head gently, trying to get it out of his mind as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to her. Sitting on the rock beside her. For a moment he didn’t say anything, he just stared down the hill to the lake below. It didn’t take a genius for him to work out that she was feeling as bad as he was. Only about Alex instead of Erys. Once again, they were in the same boat. The two of them were good at faking their feelings. Just another thing they had in common. He wondered if she would say anything, but even without the connection from the wolf he’d have been able to feel her sadness waving off her. It matched his own. Both of them had hit rock bottom. He knew it was affecting her due to Alex being back. Either he was a sucker for pain or he liked inflicting it on Ricky’s Wolf Partner. Either way, due to everything, he didn’t like seeing her like this. He wasn’t used to it. He was used to her spouting off smart-ass comments and trying to degrade Ricky as much as humanly possible. During the Holidays, when the full moon was approaching, he got reassuring letters from Girty. The first one was the day before the first transformation, she told him he’d be alright and told him to keep his chin up. He panicked, knowing it would be the first time he would be alone. But he got through it.
”I never did thank you for your help over the holidays…” He stated lamely, ”I survived it… obviously.” Without looking at her he asked a question which this time last year, he wouldn’t have dared to ask or even cared to know. ”How’re you holding up?”
It was strange… Two unlikely people forming a friendship due to horrible circumstance. Don’t get him wrong though, he hadnt gone soft… Girty was the exception to his rule, his attitude towards everyone else had not changed and would not change.
You don’t have to put up a fight. You don’t have to always be right.
It was a line from a song he had heard over the holidays. If he had let himself think about it really, the song reminded him of his own and Girty’s struggle. Part’s of it had fit them and their strained friendship. He had found himself laughing. Of course he couldn’t tell his parents he had a friendship with a Hufflepuff. He’d have been flung out of the house on his backside quicker than he could say quidditch. The two of them were quite alike in reality. The more he got to know her, the more he realised that. Despite the fact they had come from different backgrounds and have different morals, they were very similar. Keeping things pent up, rarely talking about how things made them feel. The fact they both had the same birthday and the fact they were both werewolves. It scared him how similar they actually were.
Ricky trusted Girty.
It was a queer feeling. The only person he trusted was Erys, and now she was gone… he didn’t even trust himself… but yet he trusted Girty. He walked through Hogsmeade, his head low, not meeting anybody’s gaze. He barely felt anything anymore, it was almost as though he couldn’t feel. He had closed them off, fearing if he let himself feel he’d just melt down and that would do zero for his reputation. He found himself at the bottom of a hill, the wind blowing downwards towards him. The sky was a clear blue. Walking through the mass of crowds was not what he wanted to do. Climbing over the fence he began his walk up the hill.
He wondered if things would have been different if he had just told Erys what he was… but honestly he didn’t think so. He could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him, she was disgusted by what he was and he didn’t blame her. He was disgusted by it too. Nothing would change. Ricky knew that, he doubted there was anything he could do. As he reached the top of the hill he saw brown hair flowing in the wind, for a moment his heart jumped. The first thought was that it was Erys… but as the smell wafted towards him he recognised the scent of Girty… the wolf mixed in with her shampoo. It worried him the fact he knew what shampoo she used. It was one he rarely smelt. It was cucumber scented.
He shook his head gently, trying to get it out of his mind as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to her. Sitting on the rock beside her. For a moment he didn’t say anything, he just stared down the hill to the lake below. It didn’t take a genius for him to work out that she was feeling as bad as he was. Only about Alex instead of Erys. Once again, they were in the same boat. The two of them were good at faking their feelings. Just another thing they had in common. He wondered if she would say anything, but even without the connection from the wolf he’d have been able to feel her sadness waving off her. It matched his own. Both of them had hit rock bottom. He knew it was affecting her due to Alex being back. Either he was a sucker for pain or he liked inflicting it on Ricky’s Wolf Partner. Either way, due to everything, he didn’t like seeing her like this. He wasn’t used to it. He was used to her spouting off smart-ass comments and trying to degrade Ricky as much as humanly possible. During the Holidays, when the full moon was approaching, he got reassuring letters from Girty. The first one was the day before the first transformation, she told him he’d be alright and told him to keep his chin up. He panicked, knowing it would be the first time he would be alone. But he got through it.
”I never did thank you for your help over the holidays…” He stated lamely, ”I survived it… obviously.” Without looking at her he asked a question which this time last year, he wouldn’t have dared to ask or even cared to know. ”How’re you holding up?”
It was strange… Two unlikely people forming a friendship due to horrible circumstance. Don’t get him wrong though, he hadnt gone soft… Girty was the exception to his rule, his attitude towards everyone else had not changed and would not change.
