Parker Fitzgerald
November 18, 2019 9:38 AM
I'm going punch something, not you [tag: Isaac] by Parker Fitzgerald
Parker was pacing. He'd been pacing for the better part of an hour and had only calmed down slightly.He'd stormed out of the Hall and walked straight into the garden, only realizing later that he had no idea how to find Isaac, who he'd left to find. It probably would have been smarter to stay in the hall and discuss the news, but Parker didn't want an audience, and he knew if he didn't have open air he would do something rash. Like lighting a bunch of papers on fire.
So he wrote Isaac a note that said, We need to talk. Something bad has happened. Meet me in the garden near our entrance. and sent it off with a prarie elf.
He knew that Isaac would know the entrance. He didn't know if he'd mentioned Cleo if Isaac would show. He needed Isaac to think through this with though. He knew that he was bound to do something he would regret if he didn't have someone else tempering him. So he paced and kept counting to ten like he did before games or duels.
As he paced he realized that probably setting a set of papers on fire and storming out of the hall would seem bizarre, and then requesting Isaac's presence might sound intimidating. He shook his head as the thoughts floated through. He didn't really care about that at the moment. He simply wanted to figure out how to do something, and he knew, because he'd seen the way Isaac had looked at her, that Isaac cared for Cleo too and might have something they could do.
Parker knew that at the moment he wanted to do something, anything, but he also knew that Cleo would probably push him back if he came at her with... well anything. Parker felt helpless and he hoped Isaac could help. That's what Prefects are supposed to do right?
Parker took a deep breath closed his eyes and counted to ten. One. Cleo's blonde hair as her head looked down at the ground. Two. The image of that detestable lawyer speaking. Three. Four. Cleo digging in the garden. Laughing. Five. Six. Cleo holding onto him by the bonfire his first year. Seven. Eight. His sister raising her eyebrows at meeting Cleo the first time. Nine. Cleo crying. Ten. Cleo's absence from class and the dinning hall.
Again his rage built up in his chest. He needed to let something out or he might set something on fire again or punch someone.
Instead he stared up at the cloudless sky and yelled at the top of his lungs.
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Isaac Song
November 19, 2019 1:26 PM
That's a decent start by Isaac Song
The day had hardly begun and Isaac was already exhausted. He had just done his best to comfort Cleo and calm her down. Part of him had wanted to cry with her seeing her so emotionally distraught and learning the truth of what had happened to her, but he'd stayed strong and dry-eyed for her. He didn't feel like he did much, but she seemed better when she left the boy's bathroom to go wash up back at her own common room. Hopefully it would last.After she left, Isaac splashed cold water on his face and sighed, letting all the anxiety, worry, and stress seep out of him. His thoughts were swirling in his head so fast and yet he felt completely drained. He just wanted to crawl back into bed now and skip his first couple classes.
Unfortunately, even a quick nap didn't seem to be an option. When he opened the door to exit, a prairie elf was standing there waiting for him. It handed him a note and scurried off. Isaac opened it and sighed again as he read it. It wasn't that he didn't like helping others, but he just felt so emotionally drained he wasn't sure if he could handle another session of calming someone down. No doubt Parker knew about Cleo--to what extent Isaac didn't know--and that was most likely what he'd want to talk about.
Isaac first returned to Cascade Hall to retrieve his things and then trudged off to the gardens to meet Parker. He heard Parker before he saw him, and Isaac quickened his pace a little, genuine concern growing and clashing against his exhaustion. He could be tired and process all of this later.
Their common room was tucked away a little from prying eyes, making it a good meeting place for a potentially emotionally-heated conversation. "Hey Parker," Isaac said as soon as he spotted him. He didn't want to be the one to bring it up first since it was clear that Parker had something to say, so he left his greeting at that.
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