Post by LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN on Aug 1, 2011 18:18:25 GMT
Luke closed his eyes, imagining that he was somewhere else. It was the Christmas holidays, but Luke would rather be anywhere but home. His sisters were always doted upon - but he was rather awkward and shy, so as such he was often overlooked. He doubted his parents would notice his absence, so he decided that while the other's enjoyed happiness and cheer he would revel in deafening silence. He never heard silence so loud as when he was by himself, but that usually didn't bother him. He was a solitary creature by nature. Isaac and Harry wouldn't let him alone, but they were probably the only close friends he had which was a pity, really. Because he really was one of the sweetest guys in the world if one would simply give him a chance. People rarely seemed inclined to do so. They took one look at him and wrote him off as someone they didn't care to know. Most people went even so far as to call him 'wolf boy' even though he wasn't a werewolf. He really just wanted a snow drift to swallow him up. Life wasn't worth living anymore.
Bianca had rejected his marriage proposal, and he knew that he was foolish for moping. Yet he couldn't help himself. She was everything he could have ever wished for: intelligent, beautiful, independent, and she put up with his eccentricities. Not anymore, though. He had thought she had loved him. How stupid of him?! And Piper had made it clear that she thought he was a moron for asking someone to marry him at such a young age, even if she didn't come out and say he was an idiot. He felt angry tears salt the inside of his eyes, and he knew that it was only time before the dam broke and he let them loose. He wrapped his arms around himself as if protecting himself from the outside world.
Sighing, he pushed open one of his windows, and climbed upon the icy rail and pulled himself onto the roof. Clumsy as he could be, it had been a miracle that he hadn't fallen off, broken his neck, and died. Though, there was a bitter part of him inside that wished that he would have fallen off and done just that. Closing his eyes, he watched the snow as it continued to fall from the heavens in a heavy white blanket. The ivory blanket did anything but soothe him as he saw young children walking past his home catching snow on their tongues, or as couples flitted past huddling closer for warmth. He felt a hot stab of jealousy infiltrate his heart and immediate guilt afterward. It wasn't their fault that he was so miserable.
He sighed again, slowly lowering himself from one part of the roof to another. His eyes flickered to the windows, trying to discern if anyone noticed his disappearance. They all seemed happy enough so he thought not. Good. He just wanted to leave without anyone yelling at him for being selfish or just plain ridiculous. He kept lowering himself slowly, using his long limbs and the bushes to keep himself from breaking his neck. As much as it sounded a good idea earlier, he would much rather not be dead. Sure, Bianca didn't love him anymore, but that didn't mean his life was over.
Even if it felt like it.
He was just being far too melancholy. Sighing once more, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. It was time to go before his family began to look for him. Then again with Piper and Marian to entertain them, his parents might never even notice he had slipped away. He used to get angry and indignant of this fact, but now he had just grown to accept it. He may have been the only boy in the family, but he was the child his parents never wanted. He was just a shame to the family, and as soon as he was seventeen he would leave them so as not to shame them further. He gulped. Two more years. They might not even want to put up with him for that much longer. It was a wonder they had even put up with him for this long.
It wasn't to say that he didn't feel loved - he knew that his parents loved him. He just felt as if he were a disappointment to them. Shy, awkward, clumsy. . . and if Piper told him about his failed futile attempt to get Bianca to marry him they might all be having a laugh at his expense right now. He wiped tears away from his eyes, not even knowing when the transparent flood had began to fall. But now that the dam had broken, it was rather dubious that it would stop anytime soon.
Sighing, Luke trudged slowly to Diagon Alley, not really knowing where he really wanted to go. Tom wouldn't serve him anything stronger than Butterbeer, although, he could really use a strong draught of vodka right now - he was certain. They said it burned ones throat when going down, but it couldn't burn his throat any worse than his throat was already burning.
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