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Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around




Felix Geary xxx Hufflepuff 3rd Year xxx Muggleborn



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Normally summer was boring and uneventful for Felix, but not this summer. Oh, how Felix wished it was though. He was already having to deal with growing up he was taller but not outrageously so. He was a bit shorter than other boys but that wasn't remotely an issue compared to this summer. His brother had moved out having saved to get his own place and promptly left after he was 18. Things got strained to say the least. Normally when his dad got mad there was some reason, perhaps his team lost, a day where he had worked hard at work. Sure the reasons were stupid but there was a discernable source of the anger. Lately not so much. Felix had taken to skipping breakfast or just hiding in his room to avoid his dad in the mornings. Lately, even his room hadn't been the sanctuary it used to be.

Today was different though. The morning hadn't blown over as it usually did and Felix was not wanting to deal with anything today. Normally he just wanders the neighborhood till things simmered down but even leaving seemed risky. Well, Felix was bad mood today too and wanted to try to clear his head, He would need to pick electives this school year and he wanted to think and assess them he needed to send it soon. This would help decide what he could do in the wizarding workforce so this was very important. He hadn’t even been able to get the shopping done yet. He decided to try and sneak out. His window latch had broken so it was stuck till they could fix it. The only route was the door. He had the great misfortune to get caught red-handed by his dad. If he had got caught by mom she would distract for him and leave it unlocked for his return. But nope he was not lucky this time.

Felix has so been accustomed to getting yelled at he had learned to tune it out just enough. He knew when to respond to avoid dragging it out but he was truly not listening. But today must have been the last one he could handle. He needed to think about himself and what he wanted to do later in life. Why could his dad just ignore him like he use too when he was younger? Felix initially thought he said it in his head but ended up saying it out loud, much to his regret. “Just leave me alone for once, not everything I do has to involve you!” Felix said in angry desperation. While what he said was true it did the opposite of help the situation. Felix knew he made it a lot worse when he felt the hit to his face.

Sure enough, he had pissed off his dad enough to get hit and was told never to backtalk. His left side of his face hurt and his eye was fuzzy for a moment. It had knocked him silly. He had been so caught off guard that he hadn't noticed his mom had come in the just in time to see the blow. Not knowing his mom to get angry even in fight seemed livid now. He had never seen his brother get hit so Felix must have been the first to get hit and apparently last straw for his mom. While no one else got hit there was definitely been shoving and shouting going on between his parents. Felix had retreated by the door and to a corner. He didn't want to risk getting hit again. That had really hurt. The yelling hardly made sense but one particular shout from his mom quieted the yelling even just for a moment.

Wait a second mom was going to divorce dad and take him too? So no more yelling? The hopes rose then got slashed by his dad next statement. He was going to try and have custody of him instead. No! Felix knew he didn't want that! But the part that got his attention was when his dad said ‘even though he's not even my kid.’ He had heard it before but was too young to remember or understand what it meant. But at thirteen he knew that meant his dad wasn't the one who helped him be born. While mean and bitter Felix had never heard his dad lie even to cover up the home life. He always skirts around it or even change the subject entirely. But outright lie? No, not even when angry. That's the one thing other than yelling at him that he could rely on with his dad. His mom retorted But Felix didn't catch it. But his mom said he was when he had asked before. Even last year she said that. “Is it true mom...do I have a different dad?....” He asked choking back tears. He didn't care he was interrupting, he needed to know. He had hoped for reassurance, that even if dad was terrible that she hadn't lied to him. That was the most important to him. He didn't get what he wanted to hear when she sadly admitted his dad was right. Even though she looked like she wanted to say more about it, Felix was not in the mood to hear it. How could his mom lie to him! Feeling extremely betrayed and quite angry, all he could do was react. And that reaction was to run, right out the door.

He didn't think where he was going when he ran but he ended up in the neighborhood park where he would hang when not at home. He just wanted away. If he had a broom he would have just flown to where he didn't worry about home, but he was certain they wouldn't let him stay at Hogwarts for the rest of summer. It would be only thirty minutes but it felt like hours of him crying before his mom pulled up and came over to him. By that point, Felix had guess he had run out of tears or something as he was terribly sad but couldn't cry anymore. While still mad at his mom he knew she was safe to go home with. She mentioned she had gathered some of their stuff including his wand and homework and asked if he would come to grandmas with her. He didn't want to but the alternative was his dad. Just wanting to sleep it off he went to grandma's with his mom.

It was a whirlwind rest of summer. The divorce was started next day with lawyers doing the legwork. Even grandma seemed mad at his dad for such a black eye that he had to go see a doctor. It was going take longer than a normal black eye to heal. Felix also had to talk to some fancy people in suits, especially about his black eye and which parent he preferred. Without hesitation, he said his mom, as much as he was unhappy with her lying to him all this time, he did still love her. His dad was not remotely an option, he was legit scared of his dad and if he hit him once who was to say he wouldn't do it again. His dad got in trouble for hitting Felix. Felix was pretty certain he lost his job too, it not like he would have quit soon anyway. He had got to pick his classes and get the homework done before it was too late. He was no longer mad at his mom but he was still hurt. He rarely trusted people and that trust got shattered. It was going to take a lot to fix it. He kept up his tough demeanor. Though it was fragile he would make sure it didn't crack when anyone was aroubd. What surprised Felix was Owen his brother went and got the rest of their things. Even his trunk that had all his Hogwarts stuff. He even chatted with Felix, applogising for being mean, which helped mend their relationship a bit. Felix was super busy for the rest of the summer getting supplies and school stuff handled. His mom earned some points with him by getting him a kitten. Naming him Splatter or Splat for short he loved it. It made him happy. His mom had signed his Hogsmeade slip before he had even known it arrived. He could go with Eddie! Soon school would be back in session through his black eye had yet to fully heal though it wasn't as bad anymore.



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So complicated, look happy, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same



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I went with you up to
The place you grew up in
We spent a week in the cold
Just long enough to
"Walden" it with you




✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Anwen getting accepted into Oxford had felt like a dream come true for her and for her entire month she'd been on cloud nine. And then the second month came and she figured that despite how prestigious the university was, it was still just a regular university filled with regular uni students. Particularly the ones she'd been warned would annoy her the most. Allot of students were generational, meaning they had parents, grandparents, even uncle and aunts that had gone to there and then there were students like her who were so-called "transplants" meaning they were the first to go here. And even in her case the first to go to university period.

So she dealt with some ribbing here or there, a few off color jokes, even a few prods at her accent since she'd kept the bulk of her Welsh since moving to England. But she generally let it all go because it wasn't important to her, she could handle herself and they were mostly harmless. Then her dormmates decided to revert back to primary school and play pranks on her things like glue in her desk, cutting holes in her socks and tops, and at one point hiding her laptop charger for nearly three days causing her to have to go to the library after the first day to complete her assignments. She couldn't go to her advisor since she didn't have physical proof so she had to outsmart them. And she did but probably not in a way they expected. Anwen had been needing a campus job anyway (scholarships only paid so much) and a few advisors had been graduating so combined with her cv and wonderful interview skills (thank god for debate club, she never thought she'd say that!) she became a resident advisor over the summer and for her second year. Which had a few pleasant perks including her own room and a certain level of authority over the girls who still lived in the same building.

It was a petty revenge but it was still pretty sweet, plus though the pay was small it was nothing to really scoff at. It allowed her small treats such as getting coffee and a pastry not from the cafeteria but from a nearby cafe. She was enjoying her chai nearly all of it gone as she absentmindedly had sipped from it as she finished up an outline for an essay she'd have to type later with her scone pretty much untouched. Anwen had noticed the outside seating filling up rather quickly and was thankful she had gotten there early to snag a decent spot using the extra chair to hold her bag. She heard a nose coming from behind her and looked over to see a pair rudely nudge by someone heading for the last available table causing her to frown. Just because you want a table doesn't mean you have to be such a butt (or a wadded used tampon as her brother might say). She cleared her throat to possibly get his attention."Excuse me? If you need a table, you can share mine. I don't have allot of stuff." Anwen offered before realizing she had her homework spread over a majority of the table and her bag still in the other chair. She flushed as she realized her contradiction and hurriedly made space moving her papers and her bag nearly toppling her empty cup onto her notebook in the process. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿

I went with you up to
The place you grew up in
We spent a week in the cold
Just long enough to
"Walden" it with you




✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Anwen blinked at the somewhat startling accent coming from the young man. It was definitely different from the ones she was used to at home from, it slightly reminded her of Jesse's but with more of an Oliver Twist (that was an unintended but serendipitous pun). "It's no problem! Really, I'd feel bad if I didn't at least offer." she informed with a grin. She noticed his looks at her work and worried for a moment she really had spilled something on it when he asked if she went to the university and her major. In her brain, her brother was yelling that she lie and say she went to one of the nearby smaller colleges as well as pick a false major. That he was a stranger and definitely not entitled to her personal life but.

Well Wren wasn't really here for one and two, he seemed nice! That totally sounded like something a kidnapped victim would say but it's true! Besides, it looked like he had his own work to do anyhow it was possible they were both students. "I do and um, thanks. It came as a pretty big shock to me too." Anwen snickered. "I'm a political science major. I'm hoping to y'know, one day possibly run for office or something like that. Haven't thought it completely through yet." she admitted with a small sheepish grin. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿

I went with you up to
The place you grew up in
We spent a week in the cold
Just long enough to
"Walden" it with you




✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Anwen found herself staring at bit at her table guest wondering if she'd possibly ran into before on campus (probably not since from his earlier question could mean that he wasn't actually a student here) or perhaps in the town surrounding. She didn't get out too much outside of class and now work but she occasionally enjoyed strolling and window shopping either with a friend or by herself if she was in the mood. She then returned to herself when he lauded her saying he couldn't imagine himself in the role while also mentioning that he was in law enforcement causing her eyes to widen slightly. So maybe he was a criminal justice major? That was pretty cool actually. "Wow, that sounds exciting! So are you studying to be like, a policeman, a detective, a lawyer...?" she trailed off animatedly beaming in interest. Their careers were slightly intertwined, and though he looked a bit older she was sure they could run into each other in the same department building.

Anwen nodded along finally nibbling on her now cold scone as her table guest advised that she had plenty of time to figure out what she could do with her degree and even mentioned she could go places which causing her to pink a little but try to hide it with her hair. She was caught off guard however when he asked her how many years out of secondary she was and already she could hear Wren cracking his knuckles in what he thought was an intimidating stance (really it just made her feel bad for his poor tendons and whatever physiotherapist he'd have to see in his thirties or forties). "Um. A bit odd that you'd ask that before even asking my name, don't you think?" she couldn't help pointing out, pushing some of her hair back behind an ear. "But if all goes right I have two more years, not counting this one, left here. And my name's Anwen, Anwen Argall by the by." she added hoping he'd also give his own so she could stop referring to him like a bad mystery protagonist. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿

I went with you up to
The place you grew up in
We spent a week in the cold
Just long enough to
"Walden" it with you




✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Anwen was surprised to hear he was already out of school and a detective at that! Hopefully he meant an actually licensed detective and not like a private one but then that'd be sort of rude to judge. She was mostly shocked that he said he'd gotten out of his training years ago when he barely looked a handful older than her. Maybe he was a prodigy? Maybe he skipped a grade or two, she'd know some like that. "Wow, you must have worked really hard to accomplish that so quickly." she acknowledged trying to remember just how many years you had to be a regular cop before applying for the detective's exam. In the midst of her thinking he then apologized for jumping the gun so to speak and brought out a hand to shake while finally introducing himself. Grinning widely, she shook his hand (while trying not to think of his blush) as he congratulated her for getting so far which then caused her to start blushing.

Then Wallis surprised her asking if she knew Wren forcing an aborted snort out of her much to her mortification. "I do since he happens to be my older brother." she answered truthfully though now her mind was going a mile a minute. It was no wonder he looked so young and just got out of his "detective" training, he was magic! Even though he was older he still looked a bit too young to have gone to school with Wren (unless he was in his first or so year when her brother was graduating) but her brother must've made quite the impression if Wallis remembered him. "This is so bizarre! Did you go to school with him or um, were you in his house or something like that?" Anwen asked propping her chin on top of her hand. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿