Wisdom begins in wonder

Terry Boot - 18 - Prefect + quidditch beater “One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”

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“It’s cute how you’re trying to lie, Boot.” Tracey said with a large grin. The lying was fairly obvious enough, even before reading Terry’s mind. Of course, getting into his head only gave her the greatest confirmation about her assumptions. He was trying to make it look like he was lying. He could try, but she was better at it. Her own mother, a Seer of her own, taught her everything about seeing through people’s lies.

Tracey stood and walked over to where Terry sat, taking the seat right next to him. “How you’re basically telling me this is all a test to see if I really am all that what people say – mind and future reader of Slytherin.” She smiled. “I know what you’re going through, alright? It’s messy, but it’ll make sense once you get the hang of it.”

Bingo was his name-o. She wasn’t lying, and that was good enough reassurance for him. There was a part of him that doubted her at first even when she was making clear references but at least now he didn’t have anything to worry about.

There was muggle medicine for headaches that his mother was able to buy over-the-counter medicine that helped with alleviating pain but it would only help for several minutes at a time. He didn’t know if it was wizard anatomy or his abilities went far beyond muggle help. Muggles sucked.  “Yeah..it’s been messy since I’ve gained my abilities. Did you know the other day I had to listen to some boy in the bathroom talk about how he wanted to see the Headmistress naked?” Terry shook his head. “I need control now because that’s not even the most horrifying story.” 

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leannexfa:

Terry was right. During the game she was going to have a lot of distractions as well. An entire stadium full of distractions. A lot of bludgers as distraction. The people watching were distracting as it were and the commentator of the game as well. Terry hitting the bludgers would be good for her. “If you want you can try and aim a bit closer to me? That would be a better simulator of a real game. As long as you don’t hit me, I’m fine with that.”

He needed to brush up on his own skills as Ravenclaw have lost their last two games and Terry hasn’t been doing as well as he knew he could. Luna Lovegood was the star player last game and Terry only got a few shots in to contribute to that. “Aim closer?” He asked, not even going to give the girl time to rethink or change her mind.

Terry grabbed the bludger the proper way, scooping up another one before launching it in the girl’s direction with the perfect throw. Hopefully she’d be able to dodge it because it would surely send her to the infirmary if they connected and she happen to fall.

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“You must be proud of how far you’ve gotten. Only one more year and you are done with school!” She herself still had two years to go. Emma looked at the other boy. “And you made it, right. That is the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really have much of a plan right now. Well, I kind of do but haven’t started on that path yet. You’re looking at a master procrastinator.” Terry shrugged. “I’m considering failing just to stay here longer. It’s been done before.”

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Tracey raised one brow up at the sudden abrupt stop to Terry’s sentence, brows furrowing even further now that Terry was trying to massage his head. She wasn’t a fool, though. She had a feeling she knew why Terry seemed to be having some of these… headaches.

Then when Terry did somehow bring up the reason behind his headache, Tracey had to hold back a chuckle. It wasn’t a funny situation though, but she was rather happy about her assumption. “It’s a curse at first, buddy. But it’s a blessing later on.” She started with a knowing wink. “I’m gonna try to be as subtle as I can, alright? You got a thing for Legilimens, don’t you?”

Talk about coincidence and plot twists. Terry said, not expecting these kinds of events to turn out. Rubbing at his temple, he chuckled before chugging another glass of water. He still didn’t see how it was mostly a blessing as he could tell when someone was lying to him and could read how people felt about him.

“No.” This was a test. If she was a legilimen (legiliwoman?) she’d be able to tell that Terry was lying. Being more deceptive was a trait he picked up after being able to pick up the small tics a person had whenever they tried to lie. She was going to have to rely on his thoughts, and in his head he made it clear he was lying and that it was a test. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

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And of course it was a Prefect that had come up to join him. It wouldn’t have mattered, actually, except for the fact that now Russ had to keep his flask hidden, and also the fact that he’d been planning to stay in the tower long after he was supposed to be back in Gryffindor. The loud footsteps hadn’t bothered him, though, and so he smiled up at the other boy warmly.

“No need to apologize, mate, yeah? Didn’t bother me a bit–I just wasn’t expecting anyone, that’s all. Astronomy tower in the evening on a weeknight… it’s usually fairly deserted up here at this time.” Russ shrugged a shoulder but still grinned, gesturing to the open space next to him. “Care to join me? Or are you busy with rounds?”

“You’d be surprised what things occur up here.” Terry laughed, especially when days when he felt like being a cockblock or day-ruiner. It wasn’t something he did often but they were against the rules and that was normally his excuse. Tonight was a different night because Terry actually wanted to sit back and enjoy the view for once.

He had time. Normally he patrolled until he got bored anyway. Leaning against the bar in front of them, Terry looked at the stars. “I have all the time in the world. This is probably the one place I can go to and not get easily distracted.” 

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Tracey raised a brow at the person that had replied to her. That wasn’t what she told him at all, but she just assumed he might be completely out of it right now. Well, she could feel him on that. She wasn’t much herself since her return from surprising her parents in the good ol’ Dominican Republic.

“I assumed you’ve had some fun yourself during the break then, huh?” Tracey asked him. She knew who Terry Boot was, but what she couldn’t remember was if he had been in the Grimmauld Party or had stayed at Hogwarts. “I didn’t have a lot of alcohol in my system that time. Barely a sip, to be honest with you.”

“I did, I was here a majority of the time and all these people is just..” Terry rubbed at his head, trying to get over his headache. It was worse when he couldn’t do anything for the pain other than take it.

He shrugged, not really expecting the girl to really understand where he was coming from. “Let’s just say that I have a certain blessing/curse whatever people want to call it that not only gives me headaches but causes me to have a hard time telling if someone is actually talking.”

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Russ loved holiday breaks.

Of course, first and foremost, they were a break from classes and learning and assignments. He was freer, less responsible for things. Then there was the fact that he got to go home and spend time with his Mum, who was all warmth and sunshine and comfort, and who was always happy to have him back in the house. She always said that it was too quiet when he was gone.

But as much as Russ enjoyed the breaks, he was always happy to be back at the castle. This was his last time coming back from Christmas, and it was a little bittersweet–Hogwarts really had become a home to him over the years, even though it was also the place that had seen his total breakdown. So many things had happened within these walls. He tried not to dwell on all of that, though. Russ wanted to enjoy what time he had left here at school.

Besides, nowhere else had the Astronomy tower, which was quite possibly Russ’s favorite place in the world (save for his Mum’s house, that was a given) and it was certainly his favorite place in the castle by a long shot. Sometimes, in the evenings, Russ would forego getting drunk in his dormitory, tuck his flask into his pocket, and make his way up to the tower. The stars were his true passion, not that most people were aware of that, and he found comfort in stargazing.

This time, when he got to the tower, dusk was just settling over the castle grounds. He’d have to wait for it to get a bit darker before he could see anything good, so he simply sat and watched as the last rays of the sunset disappear below the horizon. Russ was just enjoying the view when he suddenly heard footsteps and turned his head to see who was joining him.

Terry was bored, he wasn’t going to lie. Whenever he was bored he realized he should do his job of being a Prefect and not use it as an excuse to walk around the castle late at night. Everyone had just come back from Christmas Break which was the time when people have to get back into the groove of following rules and that took some time. 

He happened to be in the area because of his common room and decided to check out the Astronomy Tower just for the fun of it.. Terry didn’t realize how loud his footsteps were as he saw a head turn toward him.

“Shit. Sorry.”

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Tracey’s Christmas Break was far from the ordinary norm of interesting. A lot happened in the course of two weeks, and it was surprising to say that she really liked it. The Greengrasses were the kindest and most generous of hosts to guests (at least to her, maybe not so much to Draco). Then the party at Grimmauld Place. Although that one she didn’t join in the fun of drinking. She was just proud to initiate the charmed game that had everyone stumbling mad drunk once the clock stroke twelve.

But now it was out of the fray of break and back into the books, despite how much she hated saying it. Tracey had been tapping her quill, distracted, as she peered at her parchment essay in Herbology. She sighed, then looked up to the person sitting across her in the Great Hall. “Wish I’d done these essays during the break. Got a bit carried away myself.” She chuckled and nodded to the person. “Had any fun away from your books these past few weeks?”

Terry’s head has been banging all day as he had a huge headache from all the voices that were filling his head from the thoughts around him. That in turn made him more pissed off which made it even harder to focus, it was a never-ending loop. 

The girl in front of him was talking, and he tried his best to pay attention to something he thought she said but didn’t realize he was hearing the thoughts of a girl a few rows down. “I’m sorry..I don’t carry a flask on me. We just got back and I can’t handle anymore alcohol.”

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Leanne looked at the little golden ball that was in her hand. The break had been great, but it was nice to be back at Hogwarts and to be more exact; to be back at the Quidditch field. She let go of the Snitch and quickly went after it. It took a while before she saw it again and when she finally went after it, a movement near the edge of the field got her distracted.

Instead of going after the Snitch, the girl focused on the person near the edge of the field. “What are you doing here? If you keep distracting me, I’ll never be able to find the Snitch.”

Terry was practicing just like Leanne had been, but a majority of his training consisted of getting better at his reacting times and perfecting his aim. He was a beater after all and having a bad aim wasn’t going to help any. Isobel was still pretty pissed at him for the last time.

“I’m actually helping you here. You’ll have distractions all over the field.”

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emmaxlowell:

A surprised look came on Emma’s face when he suddenly answered the question she had asked in her mind. Or did she say it out loud? It was a bit strange to hear him answer. “You almost sound surprised that you made it to this last year without any delay.”

Terry fucked up. He realized this when she had no context to what he said. He read her mind on accident, something that he told himself he wouldn’t just do to someone because it was a huge invasion of their privacy. Okay, someone that he knew he didn’t care about others. “I am....especially with all that’s gone on.”

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emmaxlowell:

Emma looked up at the boy that she had walked into. She recognised him as a Ravenclaw as well, as she had seen him more often in the common room of their House. A name didn’t come to mind right away.

While she searched her mind for the name of this boy, she took his hand and Emma got pulled to her feet again. Even though it was a simple comment, she felt her cheeks turn red. She hoped that the boy in front of her wouldn’t notice it, because then she was certain that it would not only be her cheeks that would turn red. “I’m sure there are more girl being knocked of their feet. Only not this literally.” Emma let go of his hand. “You’re in the Eighth year, right?”

Terry closed his eyes while she was talking, and didn’t realize that he read her mind and thought it was just her talking. “Yeah, I’m the Ravenclaw that you see often in the Common Room.” He shrugged, not minding the informal title.

He shook his head, waiting until she was a bit away before leaning to the right slightly. Terry noticed the red on her face and chuckled once more, mostly because he thought it was adorable. “I’m an Eighth year, yeah. Somehow I haven’t been held back.”

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Emma rounded the corner. It was so quiet in the hallways of the castle. It was so different. It was like the things that had happened in the castle, that they were even heavier there in the air. She had chosen to stay at Hogwarts because she wanted to see the castle more. She wanted to know what she missed. Her family had not been happy with it, but Emma still had made the choice to stay.

She had been so in thoughts, that she hadn’t even noticed the other person who was rounding the corner at the same time. She walked into the other person and lost her balance. She ended up on her bum on the ground and she looked up at the other one. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t look where I was going.”

Terry wasn’t paying any attention when walking down the hall because he was trying his best to block out the thoughts around him. He was experiencing a major headache which made his sense of control awful because he was trying to not be an intense amount of pain.

Walking around the corner he felt a giant bump to his chest and had only realized it when he saw Emma on the ground in front of him. Terry quickly extended his hand, not meaning to chuckle after but it was an odd circumstance. “Don’t apologize. It’s not every day that I knock a girl off her feet.” Terry joked while he pulled the girl to her feet.

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Christmas, Alone || Katie & Open

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kxtie-pxnitz:

Katie glanced up towards the boy who had stood up for her. It was a kind gesture, but Katie wasn’t feeling her energetic self today. “I’m hoping I’ll get short-term memory loss and forget how boring this break is.” She muttered, not taking her face away from the table. If only El or Rolf were there to keep her company!

Eventually, the Hufflepuff sat back up with a sigh, crossing her arms over the table. “I’d invite you to spend time with me, but I’m rubbish at Wizard’s Chess,” She glanced towards the empty chess table by her fingers, “and most people say that it’s too cold to go for a broom ride.” Katie looked sadly up at the Ravenclaw. She was far from her usual self. The break really took it’s toll on her. “I don’t suppose you have any ideas?”

Terry shook his head, as he hated people having this kind of attitude over the break when the holidays were supposed to be happier times. He was fortunate enough to have fun with something as simple as a ball or working out. “Try to have an optimistic outlook. Besides, maybe you just need to find alternatives to the entertainment of having many people around.” He shrugged, immediately taking a bite from the apple next to him.

He had a great deal of ideas, but he didn’t know if she’d be up for it. “Well, the problem with everything you listed is that they involve following the rules.” He pointed at the top of his head and chuckled. “You ever broke into the potions room, broke stuff in the Room of Requirement, try to get in another house’s Common Room, or something as funny as tricking Peeves?”

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Christmas, Alone || Katie & Open

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kxtie-pxnitz:

Katie rested her head on the wood of the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. With most people gone home, it seemed so… empty. Katie hated being alone. She was a social butterfly that always needed to be around someone. Usually, when she couldn’t find someone to hang out with, she’d find Rolf and bug him. Well, not really bug him, but she felt that she was doing that, sometimes. However, she couldn’t even do that, as he was home for the holidays. Of course, she could go look for El, but lord knows where they were. El was always off in the hardest to find places, but Katie, being their best friend, was good at finding them. But, she didn’t have the energy to do that today.

Katie could’ve gone home for break, but she felt that she simply couldn’t. She couldn’t bear to look at her mother’s grave as she spent her first Christmas without her. Besides, her father had sent a letter saying he was travelling to Scottland to visit his cousins and the rest of his family. He, of course, invited Katie to come along, but she promptly refused. Ever since the war, Katie’s father gradually stopped reaching out to his daughter. She felt that he didn’t care about her anymore, and that thought was always burrowed into her mind whenever it was time to return home.

The young Hufflepuff groaned and banged her head on the table. Two boys not far from her snapped at her to stop so she wouldn’t mess up their Wizard’s Chess game. Once again, she groaned and pressed her cheek against the cool surface of the table.

Seeing as Terry’s parents felt the need to take some trip to America for Christmas, Terry decided to stay back because America was one of the most boring places to him. The people had funnier accents and he didn’t want to avoid using magic because it was the rules as that side of the family were complete Muggles.

The Ravenclaw table was full of people complaining about not being able to go home while it only annoyed Terry because they had been complaining for ages as everyone went home last week.Terry spotted a Hufflepuff far away who looked upset, and he had nothing else to do so he figured he work his magic. The two boys telling her to stop were being prudes, which was enough reason to read his mind.

AS he opened up his mind for his powers to work, Terry laughed at the thoughts of the two as he looked back into a more embarrassing moment. Putting his hands on the boy’s nearest to him’s shoulders, Terry pulled a serious look on his face. “Listen lad, either you two can deal with some headbanging and movement or I’ll tell Casey over here about the time you....lied about not knowing what happened to his toad.” The boy quickly sat up, not bothering to ask questions or even say a word. Terry patted him on the back and sat down across from Katie.

“Feel free to keep banging your head but I doubt it’ll do much.”

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rolf-eitan:

“Uhm..wasn’t it…Do or Do not, there’s no try?” He said as he raised his eyebrow, he knew a thing ot two about muggle pop culture. He chuckled. “I..I guess that could be cool! to be known..” Rolf hated being the center of attention but maybe this could be good for him. 

The boy listened carefully but was confused when the boy just threw an apple behind him. He saw the landing and jumped a little on his place as the other boy looked at Terry with confusion in his eyes. Why did he do that? “N-noted.” he said a bit unsure of what to say. The logic was right though. There was wisdom in his words, his actions though. Those actions made him giggle a little. Rolf nodded and he understood. Surprisingly, he agreed. “Yeah, I guess that’s right. I mean the part about not being as perfect as you” he chuckled.

The expression on Rolf’s face during Terry’s last minute lesson was priceless. He was going to have fun with this but still let Rolf gain something from this. Terry couldn’t just give someone confidence but maybe he can guide him that direction. “I promise I know what I’m doing. My lessons are a little unorthodox.” That was a lie, but Rolf didn’t need to know that. 

Terry wanted to give Rolf some kind of incentive, maybe let him in on his little secret to give him a possible boost. “Alright, Rolf. I actually  have some studying I need to do for a test I have in-” Looking at his watched, Terry laughed at the time. “In 1 hour.” After shrugging, he thought of some homework for Rolf. “I need you to to write down 3 goals you have for yourself..like..something you want me to help you with.” Wow Terry. Give someone homework when you hardly do your own.

“If it’s good, I’ll show you a magic trick you’ve never experienced.” This would involve reading someone’s mind but not letting Rolf exactly know how. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t.

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lustrous-gold:

“Oh” Anthony said.  If Terry was looking for a ‘serious coach’, then he’d come to the right place.  Anthony was just glad he wasn’t asking something about his feelings after the war or his relationship status with Sue.  Not that he wouldn’t trust the other with those things, just that he didn’t feel like talking about them in this particular moment. “Well, it’s not really that hard.  For me, at least, as you’ve probably been able to tell.  But, everyone is different.  For a lot of people making jokes is how they’re serious, to lighten up the mood you know?”  He asked.  “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, as long as whoever you’re talking to knows you’re being serious.  If it freaks you out to try being ‘my level’ of serious, then don’t do it.  And you’re not annoying.”  Anthony was honestly shocked that Terry thought he was annoying.  He was many things, but not that.

Terry didn’t want to be super serious about everything like Anthony. That would mean more responsibility on him which isn’t what he needs right now. “Yeah, you’re so serious that it’s tattooed all over you. When I accidentally read your thoughts you’re always...focused. It’s amazing, honestly.” It was a compliment, Terry envied that. “I can’t help that every little thing finds a way to become a joke in my head. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. The medicine that I was given by muggles doesn’t work. No one cares how smart I am, Tony. How can I grow up and get a job when I’ll be denied at the door because I make the wrong joke during the interview.” He stopped walking, causing the both of them to freeze in their tracks. “Looks like I’ll be living with you and Sue.”

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She smiled at his compliment, finding herself leaning her head back against his shoulder, “You always make me laugh, Ter Bear.” She teased, using that nickname deliberately, hoping to get a rise out of him. Romilda was starting to feel better about her situation–especially now that her tremors were under control. Terry was one of the only persons that she had told about her situation–and he had been there with her the entire time as she struggled. For that, she was eternally grateful towards him.

“I just want my hands to…stop.” She frowned, “I hate that I can’t get over what they did to me did to me last year.” Romilda huffed shaking her head and attempted to sit up straighter, “I just need to get over it. So many people were affected and are fine..”

“Ter Bear?” He thought. He actually liked that name. He had to get it trademarked at some point in his life. Focus Terry, he thought. This moment is supposed to be completely serious. Why was his brain so wired to not ever be able to focus for longer than a couple seconds? He found out through Muggle doctors that he had ADHD, and apparently the medicine given wasn’t strong enough to do much. 

Terry felt awful for the girl. He was subject to the same torture she had, but not nearly as much. The effects on him involved abilities he never thought he never had. He was in “detention” for several days a week for his outburst in the Great Hall. 

“You just have to give yourself time. It took years for people to even get over the first war...nothing is going to be easy, you know?” He pointed to his head. “I’m suddenly able to read the thoughts of people around me.” Terry rubbed at his temple. “It sounds great at first but..sometimes I’d rather just not hear that my friends think I’m annoying a lot.” Terry chuckled. “But I think my point right now is that not everyone “looks” fine, you know? You have people like me who are struggling and you wouldn’t know unless I told you. People do understand..I promise.”