A new atory

Here’s the thread! I might add some things later on, but this’ll have to do for now. ^^

[THIS IS A PRS]



LadyGhoost

May ad things later.

It was pitch black outside the windows of the castle and not a single living being seemed awake. The feast had ended a couple of hours ago and the only reason Dohyun found himself walking alone along the dark, cold corridors of the castle was because of his visit to the nurse. Somehow he’d managed to keep a good weight during the summer break - something that rarely happened considering his little situation. During the breaks he had a tendency to forget to eat and always kept inside his room. Well, if he had the choice to leave he would’ve taken it, but his parents thought it appropriate to keep him locked up most of the time. Wasn’t that kind of dumb, tho? As soon as the breaks were over he was able to move round and about exactly how he preferred, as long as he kept on school grounds.
The seventeen year old boy pulled a hand through his thick, white hair and let out a wide yawn. She’d kept him in the hospital wing for over three hours, for seemingly no reason. After a couple of minutes she’d concluded that he was totally fine and told him to keep up the good work. Hadn’t she even begun to think about how tired the poor guy was? Apparently not, which left him in a daze while walking towards the Gryffindor tower.

Eventually he found himself in front of the fat lady, who’d already fallen asleep. Great, now he had to wake her up goddammit. Every time he did so, she always ended up scolding him whereafter she went on about how important a good nights sleep was.
“Excuse me”, Dohyun began and crossed his arms over his chest, patiently waiting for her to acknowledge him.
“You again..” She replied with a grunting voice and gave him an irritated glare. “Why is it always you?” She continued and straightened herself.
“Ask madam Pomfrey”, the student proposed and shook his head, with another yawn hiding behind the corner. Fuck, he might as well fall asleep right there and then. Or he rather would, if she didn’t open the passage.
“I will the next time we meet”, the fat lady assured him and took a deep, calming breath. “Password?”
“Mandragora, obviously.”
“Then welcome back”, she muttered as the painting swung open, revealing a small passage behind it, which lead towards the common room.
Dohyun rolled his eyes and quickly hurried through the open portrait, into the otherwise lively room behind it. However he wasn’t exactly surprised. It was ridiculously late and he hadn’t expected people to stay awake much longer after the welcoming dinner.

The Gryffindor student slowly made his way through the room, allowing his eyes to observe the red and golden decorations and details. For some reason he’d hated all the colours in the beginning, but now they reminded him of home. Not the home by the lake, where his parents lived, but rather Hogwarts as a whole.
A small smile appeared across the dry lips as he sunk down into one of the cozy armchairs, curling up in it with his chin resting against his knees. The fireplace still had some flames dancing within it and the heat made everything feel even more homely. To be honest the entire atmosphere softened his tense, slim body. Home, this was home, no matter what other people say.

Rosinante had placed himself in the window between the boys and girls dormitory, as he often had done the year before. He felt the cold window against his cheek, as he looked outside, or rather tried, only seeing the reflection of the room. But it didn't matter because he didn't really saw anything. He was stuck in his thoughts, without really thinking. As all to often he thought about the past, hating himself for it. People often said that he needed to move on, but fuck them, what did they know? None of them had been through what he had, and the ones that had, was dead. His fucking brother had taken his own life, taking the easy way out, leaving him and Law in hell. And Law, well he couldn't blame him for leaving, since he was murdered.

Cora-San met his own reflection, staring at his smile, but even if Law had loved it, he just felt emptiness. Mostly because of his fathers treatment. He tried not to think about him, and see Law when he looked at himself, but it was difficult. He sighed, and pulled up the coat closer to him, disappearing into it, pulling down the hat as well. He knew he should sleep, but he couldn't, the night was always worst. Madam Pomfrey had offered him medicine for it, but he had refused, not trusting any medicine since his father had forced him to take stuff. He didn't even always knew what it was. He could almost laugh at it, over it all, that he was alive, that everything had happened like it had, and that he now was here. He had never dreamt about moving to England, and start Hogwarts. Mostly because he had never dreamt about being able to escape his father.

His thoughts came to a halt when the door open, and he saw in the reflection that it was one of his classmates, Dohyun. He didn't turn towards him, and he barely reflected about the time he returned. He didn't even cared about what he had been doing. He was actually even surprised that he knew his name, but even if he didn't cared, it was difficult not to learn your classmates names, seeing that they had been in the same class for a year. Even if Cora-San was surprised if anyone knew his name, at least his real name. He had made the teachers call him Cora-San as well, and seeing that the knew about his past, they seemed to have some sort of understanding. He had ignored the sad glances they had been giving him. Cora-San turned away from the window, sinking deeper into the coat, as he started craving a cigarette.

At first, Dohyun didn’t pay any notice whatsoever to Cora-San. Instead he quickly slid into his respective dorm, hastily closing the door behind him before a sigh escaped him. Fuck, why was he still awake? Who even wanted to stay up that late by choice? The other student hadn’t even changed into his pyjamas, something that indicated he had no desire to sleep at that moment.
For a short moment he stared into the dark dormitory, taking deep breaths as he listened to his classmates steady breathing. But why did it even matter? That guy never seemed to speak, which meant he wouldn’t be asking any questions, right? At the same time, he couldn’t stop thinking about what reason the other boy might’ve had to stay awake, and for some goddam reason he had a huge urge to ask him about it. Fuck. If he didn’t want anyone to meddle in his own business, he should just keep his nose away from everyone else’s. By doing that he kept a low, well maintained profile. Park Dohyun - the extremely gay, handsome guy that could strike a bludger all the way to Ireland. Well, maybe not that far, however there laid some truth in it. He was, in fact, an excellent quidditch player. Sadly enough he was flunking all his classes thus far, but that not really necessary to even mention.

A soft ‘meow’ echoed through the room and soon enough his fat cat, Kun, had jumped up on his chest. Damn, had he become even fatter?
The Gryffindor student let out a small laugh before embracing the ginormous fur ball, showering him with kisses between the soft ears. Wolves and cats rarely got along very well, but that didn’t apply to this specific wolf and his strange companion. Sure, sometimes they argued, but that was only normal.
‘I’m extremely sorry, but you’ll have to get down so I can change into my pyjamas’, Dohyun whispered and carefully carried the kitty towards his warm, still untouched, bed. He gave the companion a quick scratch between the ears, before he opened his trunk and started changing out of his robes.
When he was finished, he’d also made up his mind when it came to his fellow student that was currently sitting by the window outside the dormitory. He couldn’t just leave him there and ignore him? No, no, that wasn’t an option. Therefore the seventeen year old slowly opened the door just enough for him to slip out.
Damn, it was really cold even though the summer was still filling both air and nature. Maybe it was starting to pull away, but that was no excuse. Dohyun stroke a strand of hair out of his sight, as he came to a final stop in front of Cora-San. Such a strange person, really. He couldn’t get his head around him for shit and had never been able to before either.
‘Shouldn’t you also be going to bed? It’s late’, he said and continued to fiddle with his bangs, hiding his eyes behind the thick hair.

Cora-San didn't even react when Dohyun passed him on his way to the dormitory, and why would he. He didn't care about anything his classmates did, and wouldn't unless... well he couldn't see any situation when he would. He wasn't even sure he would care if they tried to kill him. Well he would never end his own life, owning that to Law, but if someone killed him, he wouldn't care. He actually snorted over that fact, how ridicules the situation was. But once again he didn't care. He was unsure if he would care about anything, possibly killing the rest of his family, if they ever talked to him again. He wouldn't seek them out, but if they would, he would kill them without a doubt. He knew that they knew what happened all this years, and no one cared. Well except his uncle, Sengoku, but his father had him killed. Well he couldn't prove it, but he knew it. Everyone that opposed Alexis had died, he was even surprised that his mother survived as long as she did. But he guessed that his mothers family would start a war if they knew something happened to her. To what he knew, she never said what Alexis did to her, most likely because she tried to protect them. Cora-San held back the tears, refusing to cry, knowing it would show so well, seeing he wore makeup. Sure, barely no one was awake, but if he met someone he didn't wish to met them, with messed up make up.

Cora-San heard the door open, but he didn't looked up, coming to the conclusion that it was Dohyun, or the chance of it being someone else was very slim. To his surprise, the boy walked towards him. Why on earth would he do that? What the fuck was wrong with him, and what the fuck did he even want? Cora-San lifted his head, barely, still hiding in the coat, but he met his eyes, with a cold, empty look. Why on earth did he ask? Why did he cared if he was awake or not? He had never talked to him, Cora-San couldn't understand at all.
"I am aware" he finally answered, before he turned away. "I have no plans of going to bed"
He sighed and grabbed his cigarettes, and lighted one, as he opened the window, letting the smoke escape.

‘So you’re just gonna sit here and smoke all night?’ Dohyun asked and made a grimace, as some of the smoke slithered up his sensitive nostrils. He couldn’t really handle different smells too well, no matter if they were pleasant or the total opposite. Every time he felt as if every single detail of the scent was being analysed to an extent he didn’t really want to go to. A couple of years ago it hadn’t been this bad, not at all actually. But as the years passed by he seemed to become more and more unstable. It might have looked like it, but life wasn’t easy. Could this possibly be the reason to why he suddenly found himself in front of the weirdest person ever? Had he finally gone nuts? This could very well be the final stop before an absolute breakdown, not matter how crazy that might’ve sound.
He shook his head after a short moment of silence and turned his back to Cora-San. Fine, if he didn’t want to go to bed and have a good nights rest, there was nothing he could do about it. And with that final thought in his head, he started heading back towards the dormitory. However, before he closed the door behind him, he glanced over at the other student one more time.
‘Well, goodnight I guess’, he said before carefully closing the door behind him and throwing himself onto the soft, cozy bed. Kun wasn’t too happy about this and made it very clear by letting out a small growl.
‘You know that classmate of mine?’ Dohyun began and snuggled up underneath his bedsheets. ‘The strange one, yes..for some reason he’s sitting literally in the window, smoking!’ He continued with a grimace and rolled his eyes. ‘Ah, yes I know it’s against the rules, but I’m not a prefect so why should I do anything about it? I kind of wanted to throw the cigarette out the window, but who knows what he’d had done then.’

Talking to Kun was something that occurred on a regular basis. No, they didn’t speak through telepathy or anything like that, but for some reason the student had an easy time reading the cat and understanding him. It probably had something to do with his condition going bonkers and causing him irregular symptoms, but still! Even though his best companion in life was a cat, their conversations were meaningful and helped the young man clear his head.
Dohyun gave the fluffy ball of fur another scratch between the ears, mumbling goodnight right before turning around and falling asleep. Having an easy time doing so was nice in so many ways. The thoughts never became too chaotic and he got well needed rest in an instant - even though his dreams were focused on that strange guy and his even weirder makeup. Why on earth couldn’t he seem to shake that off? What was so special about being the only two people awake in the middle of the night? Because he totally began to think that aspect brought some kind of meaning with it. Crazy? Maybe. Probably. Definitely.

Cora-San had gotten lost in thoughts and it wasn't until the sun started to rise, than he stood up. He had went through almost the whole package of cigarettes, doing so without thinking. He never counted the amount of cigarettes he went through when he was lost in thoughts, it was like he never stopped smoking. He didn't even noticed the smell anymore, he became calm from it. He couldn't remember when he started, only that he was younger than he should have been. Law had hated it, and if his brother had been alive he may have stopped smoking, but now, who cared?

He ended the last cigarette and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. He felt the cold water over his body, how the make up washed away. The blonde hair covered his face, and he didn't saw anything, but he did nothing to remove it. He was unsure of how long he stood there until he walked out. He met his look in the mirror, and he blinked, hating his looks without make up, seeing to much of his father in his features. He didn't even looked like his father, resembling his mother, yet he saw his father in him. He sighed, and started painting his face. Drawing the familiar lines under the right eye, and the smile painted over his face. It was almost ridicules, seeing how the smile never reflected how he felt, but he didn't care, as he walked out from the bathroom, and got dressed fast, being forced to leave his coat behind, as he got dressed in his school uniform, but he still placed his hat on his head and left the bedroom, without talking to any of his classmates.

He entered the great hall, and people looked at him at once, a few of the first years pointed at him, until he gave them a cold look, and they returned to their breakfast. Cora-San placed himself at the table, and took a cup of coffee, not rarely caring about eating, feeling sick. He knew it was because he hadn't slept, but at the moment he didn't care. He took the paper when an owl delivered it, and he started reading, for some reason, since he didn't rarely cared what happened in the world.

The morning that followed was filled with excited conversations and gossip. They were a total of six boys who shared the same dormitory, five of them pretty close and then Cora-San who’d never seemed very interested in being friends with them. This morning he hadn’t even greeted them before he’d vanished out the door, something that was met with a flood of eye rolls from the other five guys.
‘He’s always so..I don’t even know any longer. Has anyone ever had a conversation with him?’ One of the guys asked. His name was Oliver - a tall boy with red hair and brown eyes, the second beater of the Gryffindor quidditch team and one of the few people Dohyun got along with.
‘I’ve spoken to him, but I can’t figure out his deal’, Dohyun answered and shrug his shoulders, as he tied his tie and tucked his shirt in his pants. ‘Last night he was sitting by the window, smoking..I told him he should’ve gone to bed by then, but he didn’t share that opinion’, he continued and picked up Kun, who was currently glaring at him for being ignored for so long.
‘Well, anyways..’, another boy in the room began, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. Tony Blair - the know-it-all of the class: black hair, brown eyes and a heartwarming smile. ‘What did y’all do during the break?’ He asked and held up the door, so all other four guys could pass.

During their walk towards the great hall, they continued discussing their respective summers, eventually sitting down at their usual place by the Gryffindor table.
‘So Dohyun, what Did you do during the break?’ Oliver wondered and started stacking scrambled eggs on his silver plate.
‘Me? The usual I guess’, Dohyun said and stared blankly at the shiny plate, careful to avoid it. ‘I mean..I went to visit Mingyu in Korea and then I mostly slept’, he lied and started pouring tea into his goblet.
‘Sounds really boring’, one of the guys stayed, named Cole. He pulled a hand through his blonde hair and glanced at the goblet his friend was currently filling with tea. ‘Did Minguy move back to Korea full time?’ He then asked, apparently deciding to brush off the rest of his questions.
‘Obviously. I only see him like twice a year now.’

Cora-San slowly lower the paper, with an angry look on his face, scaring the ones that was sitting next to him, not that he cared. He saw how they moved away from him, muttering something he didn't heard. He was only staring at the paper, like the word would change. His fucking grandmother had dared to talk to the papers about what happened 2 years ago. But not the truth, no she talked about how sad it was that Alexis died. Blaming him and Law for it. Well he didn't cared about him, knowing that he killed him, bit it was written off as self-defence. It wasn't, he had killed him, when he was taken by the fact that Law was dead. But his fucking grandmother said they killed him in cold blood! That Law tricked Alexis and Cora-San just killed him. That everything was Laws plan, that the young boy was an awful person who wished to kill their father and take over the world, and that Cora-San was obsessed with Law and did everything he wanted. He kept staring at the words, but he couldn't continue reading, and burned the paper.

For a second he wished to travel to New Zealand and kill both his grandmother and the one writing the paper. Who the fuck dared writing this? The person hadn't posted a name, not surprising, knowing how much power his family had done there, or rather him. He would write to the paper, but he knew that going g down and kill his grandmother, wouldn't end well, because he had no reason, and he would end up in jail, something he didn't wish for at all!

"Are you alright Mr Hargreaves?" McGonagall suddenly asked and he turned towards her, giving her a cold look, colder than usual. "Cora-San"
Even if she corrected herself, his behaviour didn't change, and he didn't answer her. Maybe because it was obvious that he wasn't alright, but mostly because he didn't want her to care and look into his business. She looked at him for a few seconds before she sighed and gave him his schedule. He looked at it, seeing that he would have McGonagall in the morning, together with Slytherin. He grabbed another cup of coffee, hoping that it would give him some more energy. He knew it wouldn't, but he pretended as he left the hall, hearing how people talked about him.

People had talked about him since last year, not surprising, he knew, and didn't care. He was pleased that people learned fast that he wouldn't answer him if they talked to him, only giving them cold looks. This days people avoided him, talking behind his back. It was ridicules, seeing what tribunal things they said. He walked past a few first years who starred at him, and he gave them a cold look before he walked towards McGonagall's classroom. He placed himself on the floor, coffee cup in hand, and he grabbed a sketch book from his bag, looking past a few of Law's drawings, smiling a rare honest smile, remembering when his brother drew them, before he opened an empty sheet and started drawing without thinking.