Post by cenizobelle on Jun 19, 2008 18:46:53 GMT
Two boys were sitting on a park bench. The sun was setting and the only noise was the sound of the birds rustling in the trees.
“I told my mum.” One said quietly.
“About us?”
“About everything.”
The other nodded. “How was it?”
Tom shrugged a reply. “I’m not exactly turning out to be the person she wanted me to be . . . ”
“You don’t have to do everything her way y’know.”
He shrugged again.
Silence.
“I’m moving back to Italy Tom.” Silas said after a while.
“What!” Tom said surprised. “Please tell me you’re joking Si!”
Silas shook his head sadly. “Sorry Tom. My parents wanted to move back, but I never realised it would be before I finished school. But there’s this really nice little school that concentrates on Healing. If we move there now, I can start their new academic year in Year Five.”
“You sound happy about this. . . ” Tom mumbled.
“I don’t want to leave you Tom.”
“Yet you are. And you’re still excited.”
“Okay, yes. I am a little excited. To go back to my country, to learn my favourite subject, to get my dream job.”
Tom’s shoulders slumped. “When are you leaving?” he asked.
“The day after tomorrow.”
Tom jumped up. “So soon? Why did you not tell me earlier? We could’ve spent much more time together.”
“There is still time.” Silas said weakly.
Tom walked away from the bench to the other side of the park. He was about to jump over the fence, when a hand stopped him.
“I’m sorry Tom.” Silas said quietly.
“Being sorry’s not going to stop you from leaving.”
“No it’s not. But walking away from it won’t either.”
“It’ll make me feel better; give me time to think.”
“Yes . . . ”
“Why do you want to be good at Healing? They don’t even teach it properly at Hogwarts!”
“Why do you want to be good at Charms and DaDa and Flying and Ice Skating? It’s for the same reasons. Because I enjoy it and so I can get a good job.”
“But I’m still not good at them.”
Silas sighed. “Tom is this about Cyrus? Because if it is, you need to get over the fact that you didn’t win. You can’t beat him all the time!”
“But that’s exactly the point” When have I ever beaten him?”
“You’re better at Flying, at Quidditch.”
“You’ve never seen him try . . . ”
“You beat him in that Charms exam we did last year.”
“Silas. That’s because he was ill and nearly fainted half way through. And I still only beat him by one mark.”
“If you keep saying this to yourself then of course he’s going to beat you!”
Tom shrugged. “Maybe I should just practice more then.”
“No! I have two days left in England, and you want to practice more! You don’t need to.”
“You were the one who suggested it, besides, Cyrus practices nearly all the time.”
“To hide the fact that he has no friends.”
“He has more friends than I do . . . ” Tom mumbled.
“I thought you two used to be friends.”
“Exactly. We used to be friends. He’s a Slytherin.”
“Since when have you been against Slytherins! You’re all for inter-house relationships!” Silas said.
“I can hate Slytherins if I want to!” Tom half shouted.
Silas looked at him questioningly. “I was only saying . . . ”
“Well maybe you should just stop saying and fly away to Italy just like you planned!”
“Maybe I will!” Silas replied angrily.
“Fine. Then go.”
“Fine!” Silas strode away from Tom, back towards the gate without looking back.
Tom jumped over the fence and trampled over to where he’d left his broom. He kicked off the ground angrily. The air whipping past his face only succeeded in making him more upset. He flew back to his house and stormed in, slamming the door behind him. He felt like shouting as he stamped up the stairs into his room. Silas was going to Italy and they, most likely wouldn’t see each other again before then. Depression loomed over, but before I could take a hold, anger welled up inside him. It wasn’t his fault. Silas was the one in the wrong.
Just then, an owl flew in through the open window. It was a great big tawny and attached to its leg was a letter. Tom undid it and the owl flew away again. He opened the letter and noticed Silas squiggly hand writing instantly.
[it was supposed to be in a nice squiggly font to i have, but it didn't work TT_TT]
I know this is unexpected, and I’m truly very sorry, but my parents have moved the leaving date to early tomorrow morning. I wish you well in the near future Tom, and I hope that we shall see each other soon.
Yours Truly,
Silas x
Tom sat down on his bed. This news hit him hard. He had thought, that even though they’d had an argument, they’d be able to see each other and make up before Silas left for Italy. But the next time he’d see Silas now would probably be the Summer Holidays, or, if his parents wouldn’t let him, when he turned of age. He lay down, stared at the ceiling and sighed. It wasn’t fair.
Meanwhile, over in the Divito’s house, Silas was having a row with his father.
“We are leaving tomorrow and that’s final!” he shouted.
Silas glared at his father. “Fine.” And he ran out the room.
-Fin-
“I told my mum.” One said quietly.
“About us?”
“About everything.”
The other nodded. “How was it?”
Tom shrugged a reply. “I’m not exactly turning out to be the person she wanted me to be . . . ”
“You don’t have to do everything her way y’know.”
He shrugged again.
Silence.
“I’m moving back to Italy Tom.” Silas said after a while.
“What!” Tom said surprised. “Please tell me you’re joking Si!”
Silas shook his head sadly. “Sorry Tom. My parents wanted to move back, but I never realised it would be before I finished school. But there’s this really nice little school that concentrates on Healing. If we move there now, I can start their new academic year in Year Five.”
“You sound happy about this. . . ” Tom mumbled.
“I don’t want to leave you Tom.”
“Yet you are. And you’re still excited.”
“Okay, yes. I am a little excited. To go back to my country, to learn my favourite subject, to get my dream job.”
Tom’s shoulders slumped. “When are you leaving?” he asked.
“The day after tomorrow.”
Tom jumped up. “So soon? Why did you not tell me earlier? We could’ve spent much more time together.”
“There is still time.” Silas said weakly.
Tom walked away from the bench to the other side of the park. He was about to jump over the fence, when a hand stopped him.
“I’m sorry Tom.” Silas said quietly.
“Being sorry’s not going to stop you from leaving.”
“No it’s not. But walking away from it won’t either.”
“It’ll make me feel better; give me time to think.”
“Yes . . . ”
“Why do you want to be good at Healing? They don’t even teach it properly at Hogwarts!”
“Why do you want to be good at Charms and DaDa and Flying and Ice Skating? It’s for the same reasons. Because I enjoy it and so I can get a good job.”
“But I’m still not good at them.”
Silas sighed. “Tom is this about Cyrus? Because if it is, you need to get over the fact that you didn’t win. You can’t beat him all the time!”
“But that’s exactly the point” When have I ever beaten him?”
“You’re better at Flying, at Quidditch.”
“You’ve never seen him try . . . ”
“You beat him in that Charms exam we did last year.”
“Silas. That’s because he was ill and nearly fainted half way through. And I still only beat him by one mark.”
“If you keep saying this to yourself then of course he’s going to beat you!”
Tom shrugged. “Maybe I should just practice more then.”
“No! I have two days left in England, and you want to practice more! You don’t need to.”
“You were the one who suggested it, besides, Cyrus practices nearly all the time.”
“To hide the fact that he has no friends.”
“He has more friends than I do . . . ” Tom mumbled.
“I thought you two used to be friends.”
“Exactly. We used to be friends. He’s a Slytherin.”
“Since when have you been against Slytherins! You’re all for inter-house relationships!” Silas said.
“I can hate Slytherins if I want to!” Tom half shouted.
Silas looked at him questioningly. “I was only saying . . . ”
“Well maybe you should just stop saying and fly away to Italy just like you planned!”
“Maybe I will!” Silas replied angrily.
“Fine. Then go.”
“Fine!” Silas strode away from Tom, back towards the gate without looking back.
Tom jumped over the fence and trampled over to where he’d left his broom. He kicked off the ground angrily. The air whipping past his face only succeeded in making him more upset. He flew back to his house and stormed in, slamming the door behind him. He felt like shouting as he stamped up the stairs into his room. Silas was going to Italy and they, most likely wouldn’t see each other again before then. Depression loomed over, but before I could take a hold, anger welled up inside him. It wasn’t his fault. Silas was the one in the wrong.
Just then, an owl flew in through the open window. It was a great big tawny and attached to its leg was a letter. Tom undid it and the owl flew away again. He opened the letter and noticed Silas squiggly hand writing instantly.
[it was supposed to be in a nice squiggly font to i have, but it didn't work TT_TT]
I know this is unexpected, and I’m truly very sorry, but my parents have moved the leaving date to early tomorrow morning. I wish you well in the near future Tom, and I hope that we shall see each other soon.
Yours Truly,
Silas x
Tom sat down on his bed. This news hit him hard. He had thought, that even though they’d had an argument, they’d be able to see each other and make up before Silas left for Italy. But the next time he’d see Silas now would probably be the Summer Holidays, or, if his parents wouldn’t let him, when he turned of age. He lay down, stared at the ceiling and sighed. It wasn’t fair.
Meanwhile, over in the Divito’s house, Silas was having a row with his father.
“We are leaving tomorrow and that’s final!” he shouted.
Silas glared at his father. “Fine.” And he ran out the room.
-Fin-
