Unexpectred // Namine and Marluxia
@lonelymemoir
It starts with a feeling, nothing more.
He’s walking between classes, alone in the halls, and gathers the sensation of eyes on him. It’s not unusual, quite common really given his blood, but it’s enough to prickle his nerves. When he glances around and finds himself utterly alone, he remains on guard but brushes it off as a draft of air through the old castle walls.
It doesn’t go away. If anything, it gets worse. He’ll be studying, and see a flash of whispy hair out of the corner of his vision. He’ll be eating, and feel a piercing gaze in his direction. Sometimes, while patrolling the halls past curfew, he’ll even catch the sound of a small child’s whimper. As strong and as cunning as he is, Marluxia absolutely does not want to deal with being haunted by literal ghosts. Nuh uh. No way. But he’s not afraid of ghosts. As if a pureblood would be terrified of something so common and trivial in Hogwarts.
Hah.
It all comes to a head during a study session out by the lake. He’s working on an essay for Charms when the prickling feeling of eyes returns. Cautiously, he springs to his feet, wand ready. He sees a flash of hair behind a bush and yells out, “stupefy!” before he can even think. But instead of the spell going through the entity, like it would a specter, he’s left in complete confusion as a small girl goes rigid and falls to the ground. What. The fuck.
He stares at her sharply, questioning if his paranoia has peaked, but he bites his tongue. No. This is it. Or rather, her. She’s the one who’s been following him with her eyes. Why, he has no fucking clue. Sure he’s pretty, but he’s also way older than her. What?
“...Kid, what the actual fuck are you doing out here?”