Remembering

[Ian Hunt]

I sat slumped in a chair that had appared in the RoR.
I'd been told about this place by my adopted father, he'd gone to Hogwarts.
It was one of the few things I remembered about him, from back then.
I flicked my lighter on and off, on and off, sighing slightly.

[sorachicora]

I walked in the RoR and saw a boy playing with a lighter. 'don't muggles use that?' I thought

[Ian Hunt]

I see a girl looking at me, give her a sadistic little wave.
I set fire to a table cloth and stub it out with my thumb and forefinger.
I didn't even know why I was here.

[sorachicora]

"should have let it burn. Mind if I join?" I asked

[Ian Hunt]

I shrug. "Doesn't matter to me."

[sorachicora]

"so why do you have a muggle lighter? If it's ok for me to ask." I asked walking in and sitting in a different chair.

[Ian Hunt]

I take a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket and drop them on the table. "That's why."
I didn't mention Erin had given it to me.

[sorachicora]

"something the muggles use to destroy their lungs, who gave it to you?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Just a girl." I shrug, flicking it on and off, on and off.

[sorachicora]

"ok" I said and got up and walked over to a table.

[Ian Hunt]

"So what's your name?"

[sorachicora]

"Sora, you?" I asked pulling out a switchblade and left it on the table.

[Ian Hunt]

"Ian." I say, picking up a cigarette and raising my lighter, then looking at her. "You don't mind, do you?"

[sorachicora]

"not at all" I replied

[Ian Hunt]

I nod my thanks and light it, careful to breathe the smoke in the opposite direction to her.

[sorachicora]

I sat back down "Man this place get board fast" I muttered.

[Ian Hunt]

"Yeah, I'm a pretty boring guy." I reply. "Sorry to bore you, nothing's keeping you here."

[sorachicora]

"I didn't mean you I ment this school no fights or mock battles to keep you on your toes" I said

[Ian Hunt]

"I'm sure that'll all change." I say. "And when it does...oh, you'll wish you were bored again."

[sorachicora]

I looked at him then asked "why do you say that?"

[Ian Hunt]

I smile peacefully. "No reason."

[sorachicora]

"I forget that then" I said "want a firewiskey?"

[Ian Hunt]

I shake my head. "Not in the mood."

[sorachicora]

I srugged and pulled out a crate and took one from it.

[Ian Hunt]

"Ever lost someone that means the world to you?" I say after a moment, staring down at the lighter, initialed 'E.R'.

[sorachicora]

"yea I did" I said looking at him

[Ian Hunt]

"Sucks, don't it?" I say, lightly tracing the initials with a pale forefinger.

[sorachicora]

"sucks ass" I replied

[Ian Hunt]

"And you get to the point where you'd give anything, just to see them one last time. Not to try and save them, although thats the initial thought, just to see them. And you regret all the time you looked at them without really seeing them, because it gets to the point where you can hardly recall their face. Or the long soft red of their hair, the cool grey eyes, always looking at you like ou were everything, when in actual fact you're nothing, and the pale skin, so pale it almost seemed to glow." I finish, talking more to myself, realising I'd just described her by accident.

[sorachicora]

"I'm taking a wild geuss that you miss a girl and you wish just one more chance to see her again?" I asked setting the bottle down and looking at him.