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Winter 2018

Welcome to Wizarding Realm! We are an alternate universe Harry Potter site set in the present day at Hogwarts. With the end of November, arrives the Winter Term! Snow isn't the only thing to dust these cold, Scottish months; many new and exciting events await the students and staff as they prepare for both the holidays and the new year. In the meanwhile, they can skate across the lake, go gift shopping in quaint Hogsmeade, or stay indoors and enjoy a hot cup of cocoa!

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 what's lost can always be found, Sammeh/Tammuz!!
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"My whole life, I've felt like a burden."
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Shion was used to feeling this way; not that it was a good thing, but he was used to it all the same. He was familiar with the way his stomach would feel heavy - almost like it was made of lead or steel - and his chest would feel tight, almost as if a piano had been dropped, and he was left there to suffocate with his hand outstretched but bypassed by everybody that was in view. He was used to the voice in his head that would constantly push and pull at his confidence, would light fires under his insecurities and watch as they created mounds of smoke so that everybody could see. And... he was used to staring into space, trying to will himself into his false sense of neutrality, when he wasn't sad or happy, just calm. Always calm. Quiet, but sharp, if need be. But because Shion was so used to feeling this way, he was rather good at dealing with it. He knew that he sometimes would have to drag himself from his cocoon of bedsheets and pillows, get showered and dressed in a bid to feel better, and go for a walk. Often it was outside, to get some fresh air and to almost force his body to feel better than his mind did, and then it was easy to pretend that he was ok.

On the other hand, if he wasn't outside embracing the bitter breeze or the warm summer sun, he would be commonly found in his favourite place; the Theatre. Anybody who knew Shion in any way, shape, or form, knew that the piano was one of his one true loves. He adored playing; the way his fingers would glide over ivory keys, the gentle force that could create beautiful tunes and it was one way that he would express himself - he wasn't good with words, but all those years listening to his father play had meant he had picked up something.

Usually, the piano made him feel better. He could play for hours upon hours. Shion didn't feel like it would help today; that the depression had become like a disease, immune to the antibiotical therapy of the piano and now it was dead set on making him so sick that he was close to dying. Shion wasn't going to die, though - he had to help a few of his friends, first, build up their confidence until they could face the world and be the real badasses that he knew they were. Still, sometimes the overwhelming desire to just curl up and ignore said world for several days was exactly that; overwhelming. Why had he left his bedroom again? He had forgotten... oh, damn. He couldn't get like this today, he had things to do. Motivation, where were you when he needed you?

He was sat on the floor, legs slightly bent towards him as his back rested against the wall, his fingers pulling the material of his left trouser leg up slightly so he could scratch the irritating itch that was bubbling on his skin. Shion was getting lost in his thoughts again, and that was definitely something he did not want to do. Because he was so used to this feeling, he knew where getting lost would get him, and he didn't want to end up at that place today; he started scratching his knee instead. Dark brown eyes were looking up towards the ceiling, his chin tilted up and his hair falling off his face, though his hand never stopped moving.

"Not today."

It was the softest of whispers, almost like it wasn't there at all, until his eyes screwed up and he exhaled, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths to control his racing heartbeat, and stilled his body, trying to hold onto the calmness he was so commonl associated with. He'd be ok.

He just needed a minute.

@Tammuz Amar-Sin
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Dragons weren't easy to take care of.

They were imposing, traces of ancient gods written in between their scales. Their rumbling chests were always a warning, a reminder to never let one's guard down. Fire was instantaneous. Tammuz still wasn't sure how he'd be able to take care of them so soon, one year left at Hogwarts before the pens would be his to manage and no longer just his mother's. For the first time ever he wouldn't be celebrating Christmas with his sisters, a not so friendly wakeup call that the path of a heir was one to be walked alone. His mother had insisted her son wouldn't just spend Summers in Iraq anymore; it was time to get used to the dragons more than just over the course of a few months. Two months out of twelve just simply wouldn't be enough to build a future on. Yet Tammuz would always glace up at the mythical beast, and back to his coal stained hands....and wonder how all that power would even fit in his palm.

His hands were made for smaller opportunities, if only he decided to let go of his art and just reach out. His father often spoke of missed moments, of a future so bright Tammy couldn't quite see through the blinding light what exactly was waiting for him. Instead his copper eyes preferred to look down, stay with his feet grounded on earth. It was where he saw the world in the now, not the weird and wobbly future of uncertainty. There were N.E.W.T.S. to conquer first, like a dance he hadn't learned all the steps to yet but still had to join in with. The now didn't quite feature scary educational expectations just yet, nor those of either of his parents. The now had Ninlil, to whom he could sneak art supplies during dinner. It had Ina and the six pages in his sketchbook full of tattoo designs for her to choose from. More importantly, it had Shion, who hadn't shown up at the Ravenclaw table at noon.

Tammuz hadn't been aware how unconsciously he had been looking for his friend during lunch until the other was nowhere to be found. The spot next to the seventh year remained vacant, his eyes darting towards the big oak door ever so often in between bites of his sandwich and Ina talking about boys. Not that Shion's absence was a mystery, far from it. Tammuz was aware the other Ravenclaw had a habit of huddling in uncrowded corners where the pit in his stomach would just drag him further into the shadows. It wasn't a -let's get you to the hospital wing- kind of fix, and by now Tammuz had learned to handle it the same way he handled every unknown batch of personality that came with new dragon nests. Cautious steps, and hands that never betrayed a sense of fear.

So maybe he'd rushed through his meal faster than usual, the contents of his plate heavy on his stomach as his hands gathered up every bit of drawing utensils and stored them back into the leather satchel. Together with a ham sandwich, if he had to be perfectly honest. Kisses and the goodbye hug with his twin had been swift, more than he would've liked to admit, with fleeting touches rather than a grounded feeling against his skin. Then again, so were his hurried steps through the halls. His feet knew where they were supposed to go by now, and there were no endless amounts of stairs holding him back from his destination. There was only the cold breeze through the castle as Tammuz ran, hand securely protecting his bag.

Upon opening the door to the theatre, the place sounded deserted. Nobody seemed to be playing any music as only the creaking echo of the opened door bounced back into Tammy's face. By now, however, the boy had learned to look around until he would find his friend crouched against one wall or another.

Once again, his instincts hadn't been wrong.

Shion looked more like a shadow of a person, like his charcoal drawings where most of the parchment's colours were pushed towards the background. Tammuz sighed, in relief as well as compassion, shoulders dropping visibly. With a few careful strides and his steps echoing against the theatre walls, the Ravenclaw made his way over to his friend and cautiously dropped himself next to him. The bangles on his wrists sounded too loud, a crisp and clear noise for a situation that didn't exactly called for such a mood. Nevertheless, Tammuz ignored it like a background tune to his own life, and took out his sketchbook. The piece of charcoal was already in his grip with a familiar weight as he nudged Shion's shoulder with his own in greeting. "Did you know it's snowing already?" He mused out loud, angling for the food in his bag with the other hand before handing it to Shion.

"You should at least eat some."

The sandwich was left in between their two figures, an option rather than an obligation.

At least friends were easier to take care of, sorta.


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@Shion Suzuki
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He liked to almost refer to it as a cloud above his head. For example, some days, the cloud was stark white like fresh linen, soft and a pleasant colour - this represented the Good Days. Shion preferred those days, when he would relax with his friends and not have the heavy burden on his shoulder, and when he could trick himself into thinking that everything was ok. Well, sometimes he was ok. Sometimes he could play symphonies for hours nonstop, would laugh so hard he would get pains in his sides and an ache around his lips, and his cheeks would be flushed for ages. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case all the time, or else Shion would be ok the way he was. The cloud turned dark, like a murky grey, and those were the days where he would be quieter than usual. If you looked closely at his hands, you could notice bitten thumbs with teeth imprints, pinpoints of blood against otherwise smooth skin. His lips would be chapped, areas of his skin scratched raw, but it was worse when the cloud turned black, like the ones you would see in the lightning storms; that was when he would hide.

Luckily, he had good friends though. Somebody would always seek him out, noticing he was absent from a certain class that he never missed unless this situation arose, or maybe he missed a meal - considering how much Shion adored ham sandwiches and strawberries and sugar, it was a rarity he would skip lunch. Sitting in the theatre, he heard his stomach rumble, growl loudly, but he just bypassed the feeling, ignoring it, pushing it to the back of his mind. He could eat later... he just needed to shake himself out of this. But it was weird - every other time, he could deal with this by himself. Could talk himself out of it, except this time, it felt different. Almost like his feet were sinking into a pool of tar, all the while he couldn't do anything to help himself; so close to drowning yet so close to salvation. Lost, again.

Instinctively, a head of rich, dark brown hair shot up at the sound of the door to the theatre opening, looking at who had entered the room. He wanted to run; bolt and hide somewhere else, except he recognised the sharp sound of bangles hitting themselves. Tammy.

Tammuz Amar-Sin; somebody who meant a lot to Shion. Somebody who was good at understanding the Dark Days, and somebody who didn't pressure him to talk when he didn't want to. They would sit comfortably together, having a low and gentle conversation, something that Shion appreciated. People could get too heavy, make him feel uncomfortable. That's when he would shy away but Tammy did the opposite of that. It was almost as if they clicked so well together, that Tammy understood how he worked; his presence against his side was a welcome one.

Tammy was part of the same puzzle that Shion was made from.

Bringing his knees up to his chest, he rested his elbows against his kneecaps, his cheek pressed up against his upperarm as he looked at Tammy. Running his tongue along his lips, he exhaled, and just took the sandwich offered by his friend. "The snow is beautiful this time of year." But he felt the emotion about to spill out of him, like a bottle of soda that had been shaken for too long, opened suddenly. So, he bit down on his bottom lip. "Can... Can I borrow your shoulder?" And within seconds, he was pressing his forehead against Tammy's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus hard on willing the darkness of the cloud away; he would accept a grey, as long as these feelings went away. "I'm sorry." Shion felt like a burden, almost like he didn't deserve all this help. Instead, he just sniffed, mumbling from his place against his friend's shoulder, "you look nice today."

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