I Curse the Day...

[Holden J. Caulfield]

...my dream became my descent.
Suddenly I longed for you, my only love.

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The fifth year Hufflepuff began walking into Rose Petal Lane. He wore a white dress shirt with a tye. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Around his belt was a razorblade belt buckle. Normally he didn't wear belt buckles but this particular day he felt like wearing one.

Holden looked at the green grass as he walked in a solitary state. What else was there to look at? The roses What was so great about roses? They were pretty from the time their a bud till the blossom. Then what then? They fade away, just like the leaves change in color.

Life and death. That was everything. You live for a couple years or weeks if you were a rose then you just faded away like dust. Did anyone ever remember a particular rose? Just one rose. Holden Caulfield highly doubted it.

The weather at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry was beginning to get cold. Colder than what Holden liked it to be. The weather that he liked was very sunny with wind. The type of weather that gave you sunburns. Not this weather that was all chills. Holden would soon be wearing his new Chiodos hoodie or My Chemical Romance hoodie. He'd wear that hoodie twenty-four seven. It was way too cold in the dorms to have any comfort.

Holden looked up to see a bench. A long wooden bench with iron legs. He took a seat not wanting to walk anymore. The Hufflepuff brought his feet up to him and sat Indian Style on the hard bench. But to his suprise he was quite comfortable in this setting. Holden took a deep breath only to sneeze. And to sneeze again. The fifth year always sneezed twice. Always. You could always count on it.

His head began drifting off into the unknown. What could he be possibly thinking about? His life, his future, the past. Everything. Holden was tuned out to the world as the wind began ruffling his hair.

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[gryphon]

Rose Petal lane, the type of name you would expect to hear a chorus of 'awwh' from just it being said. Gryphon had heard of it, but she hadn't actually visited the area, scared that it might be full of swooning couples casting angry looks to stray people. A place dedicated for something Gryphon highly doubted she would come here for. If she did

[/b] ever manage to come to this place with a picnic rug and hamper she no doubtly would have to slap herself.
The action coming without thought hopefully.

Here in her shoes and clothes, casual things people tend to bring with them anywhere. Gryphon, a short little blonde stood just on the edge of what she supposed was 'Rose Petal lane'. Eyeing the apparent path which winded along into god knows where. 'If there's little doves and fountains with cherubs I. am. bailing.' She scrunched her nose up at the thought, scrutinising over why she was here in the first place. 'The pathetic nature of humans with their darn curiosity.' [/color]

"Gah!" Pushing herself to take that first step over the invisible line Gryphon timidly made her way down the path. Knowing she had probably gotten the whole scene of it wrong but still worrying over the idea that maybe she was right. The fact that no couples actually came into view for her prompted the further steps, eventually deciding that perhaps this place wasn't so bad. Not that she thought she would find students fornicating or anything that crude; it was only she didn't want to disrupt them making big goo-goo eyes at each other.

...She had been disrupting a lot of people lately.

'Well at least I'll die eventually-and soon. Curiosity killed the cat.' Another self-proclaimed, ultimately lame thought sprouted just as her eyes settled on a alone figure. Of course she didn't want to disrupt this boy either. She hated annoying people but today with this cooler than normal weather she was feeling a tad overly alone today. And he was alone. Sitting on a bench. And it was a known fact that people didn't really do many things sitting on benches alone in the middle of a lane. That is...besides thinking.

Approaching the boy, whom as she got closer realised was sitting Indian style on the bench, not that she hadn't seen his legs before and thought he didn't have legs. Only it hadn't really caught her attention till now, pointless thing to realise anyway, Gryphon silently wondering if it were comfortable to sit like that, stopping a few feet from him. Life would always be somewhat awkward in meeting new people, so why not just get over the fact it'll always be like that and just try anyway.

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[Holden J. Caulfield]

His gray eyes looked up from the grass as someone spoke to him. This was someone he hadn't met before. Were they new to Hogwarts? Didn't seem like it but you could barely tell these days. Everyone was short to Holden at least, in his opinion.

"Yeah, sure, if you want," he said not wanting to be rude. Holden wasn't doing anything interesting to join in on. He was only thinking about the next year and how it was almost time for him to graduate and the exams that were coming out soon. The end of the term was so close and it seemed like it had only just started no more than a few months ago. Time goes by fast when you get older it seemed.

"Sweat drips in my eyes. Screams of lust we cry. Tonight you are everything, you're everything...You're everything to me no more as I wake from this perfect dream. I'll escape from Eden's walls. Can I not stay and live this lie? Go away and I'll think only of myself,

"And to think that you would not be scared or surprised if I'd severed all these ties. This is the end...I'll lose myself in anguish for tonight. Help me get over you. One last false apology. Help me get over you," he sang to himself a bit but loud enough to hear.

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[gryphon]

Gryphon expected so much as a reply like this. She probably would have said the exact same thing. Same tone, same words. Did people answer these ways because it was the right thing to do or frankly cause it was how we were brought up.

Bit of both. Pft. Who cared?

These thoughts made her suddenly not wish to sit next to the boy, heh, make a run for it. Now that would be something he wouldn’t expect.
But of course being a typical, boring girl and not wishing to be seen as really weird she took a seat not right next to him. Enough space between like as if they were complete strangers waiting for a bus perhaps. The only difference was there was no bus. And hopefully there wouldn’t ever be a bus.

His singing had naturally caught her attention, as soft as it was she recalled having heard that song some time at home. So long ago it was now that she thought about it.

“Alesana, Apology.” Gryphon murmured as more of a statement than a question. Muggle screamo music, dependent on your mood the music always varied in meaning to Gryphon. “You much of a fan?” Pointless question it was, he was singing the song he wasn't about to turn around and claim he hated it. “I didn’t know many students actually listened to muggle music.”