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Apr 15 2018, 05:40 AM
[dohtml]<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%">[/dohtml]Feelings were something he wasn't used to. He had always been brought up to ignore them, was taught that they meant little in the world they lived in. He had conditioned himself to living a life of robotic movements and state of mind, a man only fit for working and being told what to do. He was different from when he was young, a shy yet rebellious child, a flaming passion inside him. All the time he yearned to have that same spark back.
Charlie had told himself, right from the beginning, that Finn was just a dumb brat who hung around because he had nothing better to do. He didn't consider for a moment that he might have actually enjoyed being around him, only enjoyed annoying and pestering him. It wasn't plausible to him that someone might actually want his company. Yet the boy was always coming around when he wasn't with his so-called siblings, who probably would have ditched him if they knew he was hanging around him. He couldn't understand.
Of course, when he didn't understand something, he usually sat down and tried to piece it together. But this wasn't a math equation or a potion formula. He only wished it was that simple. These odd butterflies in his stomach wasn't something he could so easily solve and move on from.
He despised the way they fluttered inside every time the brat showed his face. It frightened him, and he hated feeling that way-scared and helpless. He felt off and he knew exactly why. He had hoped he would never feel this way again, but here he was, again.
So he avoided it. He didn't want to face the feelings he felt, not after what happened. It was so long ago, and they were both young, but it still left a mark on him. He didn't want to relive that again. Whenever Finn would come around, he'd leave, not wanting to look him in the eyes while he felt this way. They would go away eventually, he would tell himself.
Right now, the black-haired man was sweeping the castle hall, having volunteered after not having anything else to do. He was pretty much caught up in school work and studying, and he didn't really have anyone to hang out with, so he decided to help the teachers (or more-so the janitor) by cleaning up some. He was on edge, glancing around and watching, just in case the certain someone showed up. He was ready to pack up quickly before he would have a chance to approach, as he had been doing recently.
Apr 9 2018, 07:14 AM
[dohtml]<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%">[/dohtml]Charlie had never been known to be the most sociable person. There were many things he'd rather do than talk to and get to know his schoolmates, like sit in the silence of the library and study, as he was right now. It was a place he often went to, either to get away from the hustle and bustle of school life, or to simply clear his head by losing himself in fictional stories and books of history. He never liked the noise that often plagued the castle's halls. There, among the many bookcases and worn spines of novels, he actually felt at ease.
They had only recently returned from break, but he was already reading up on his subjects, currently engrossed in his transfiguration textbook. He had never really enjoyed the class, as it was one of few that actually gave him some trouble. Still, he was adamant on getting it right, though truly understanding it was optional at this point. Unlike some of his classmates, he made his grades his top priority.
He usually had no problem while studying, but the night before had been particularly rough and so he found himself drifting off multiple times, his head leaning forwards down towards the table. His exhaustion was clear on his face, his eyes glazed over as they skimmed over the words on the page, barely taking them in while he yawned. He paused his reading to rub at his face, his whole body feeling heavy.
Grunting in frustration, he slipped the book closed, deciding to move onto something else for the time being. He wouldn't make any progress with it at this rate. Charlie slid it off to the side, exchanging it for his book on potions.