&you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all;open

[hallie beatrix cauldwell]

So here’s to everything coming down to nothing
Here’s to silence that cuts me to the core

Sitting on the cold floor by the window next to her bed, Hallie blew a circle on the glass, thus fogging it up. She drew a smiley face, and then promptly erased it, as now was not the time to be smiling about anything. Hallie looked pass the glass, over the fields that were now being pounded on by three days of constant rain. The weather definitely wasn’t helping her mood, but it matched how she felt perfectly. Sighing, she leaned forwards until her head rested on the cool pane of the window. Hallie reached up to wipe a tear that was falling down her face. This was typical of what she’s been doing for the last week. Sitting, staring out the window, and crying.

Behind her on the bed, Hal’s iPhone vibrated. She sighed again, tracing the path of a raindrop on the window. A part of her wanted to read the message, because it might have been Braden or Mikaela, but the bigger part of her chose to ignore it. Pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them, Hallie was exhausted. Although she has gotten plenty of sleep the last couple of days, she felt like she was being attacked emotionally every time she walked out of the dormitory. It hurt her so much, seeing the younger years that once looked up to her now whispering behind her back. Sighing once more, Hallie got up off the floor. She couldn’t spend her days in front of a window, seeing which raindrop would win the race down the pane of glass.

Taking her time to change out of her PJs and throwing on comfortable sweats, Hallie wished she could escape from this castle forever. She hated everything about the Gossip Witch, especially her so called sources. The words that the Gossip Witch wrote, regardless of where she got her information, were hurtful and definitely not true. Hallie felt bad for Gabby, who was accused of using drugs; but unlike herself, Gabby seemed to be laughing the rumors off and holding her composure. Although she tried, Hallie just couldn’t forget the Gossip Witch’s second edition’s words echoing inside her head. Our little one has grown up terribly, it seems. What kind of crap was that? That witch completely skewed with every event that happened, as Hallie absolutely was not sleeping with Braden or Alfie. And although it was true that Hallie spent the night with the latter boy, it was simply because she was tired and passed out on his bed. And there was absolutely no way that Hallie was making sex tapes with Alfie. Considering the fact that one, she was a virgin, and two, she was waiting for someone special. And that definitely did not mean Alfie.

Walking the empty halls of the cold castle, Hallie pulled her jacket a little closer to herself. She was completely devastated by what the Gossip Witch had done to her image. Listening to her quiet footsteps echo in the air and the rain pounding the roof, Hallie shook her head. It wasn’t like she was trying to keep an image to be popular, as she could really care less about what other people labeled her. But to say she was a slut, that went down deeper than anything else she’s ever been called. Perhaps it did have to do with her sisters. Hallie knew that it was her responsibility to carry on the family legacy, and her father took every opportunity to remind her of this. Because while her two older sisters could care less about prioritizing their life around something other than partying, Hallie promised her father that she would keep out of trouble. How would her father respond to this news, that she has a sex tape, even though she doesn’t.

A fresh wave of tears streamed down Hallie’s face, one drop at a time. She listened to the pictures on the wall whisper behind her, as they were very much in tuned to the gossip going around the school. The whispers didn’t help the situation, and Hallie cried harder. She walked faster down the dark hall, not knowing exactly where she was going, but just wanting to get away from the voices. From the stares. From the humiliation she felt every time she saw Alfie in potions class. Of course she still went, being the good student that she is, and of course she just stared ahead at the teacher and continued on with the lesson. But it wasn’t enough to block out the laughter, and the finger-pointing. She had to sit there, and take all the pain, until the class was released. And typically, Hallie rushed up to the tower, to take her respectable place at the window next to her bed.

Hearing a voice behind her, Hallie definitely didn’t want anyone to see her in this wrecked state. Thankfully, she made it down to the first floor during her walk, so she ducked into the empty History of Magic classroom. Definitely not her favorite subject, Hallie loved the room. The musky scent of the room reminded her of the many studies in her own castle. Home. She should be there right now, but Hallie learnt that she should never run away from her problems. Sliding against the door to the classroom, Hallie didn’t know how long she was going to be able to keep up her now cracking shield. Sure, sticks and stones may break her bones but words will never hurt her. A motto that’s been engrained in her since she was five. Slowly but surely though, Hallie was getting ready to fly away. To rid herself of the quiet conversations her roommates have when they thought she was sleeping. To stop seeing the stares that people gave her when she was simply walking in the hallway. To stop pretending like everything was okay between her and Braden.

Braden. His name struck a funny nerve with Hallie. Throughout all of this, he was one of the only people that actually believed her. In fact, he pretty much blew it off, considering he wouldn’t know anything about it if Hallie didn’t tell him. Regardless, she still felt like she had to prove something to him, like she had to gain his trust again. Taking deep breaths to calm the now shaking sobs that were escaping from her, Hallie pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head on the door behind her. What am I going to do? She whispered quietly, to no one in particular, but expecting some sign that would give her all the answers.

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lyrics;; Forever and Always-Taylor Swift

[julian alexander medici]

Another bad day, Julian could feel it. He had awoke to this feeling. It was not an appeasing sensation, and he wished for it to not be true. Believing to already having a unpleasant day this week, that he should have been clear for the rest of endless number of days a week had to offer. Yet, what could he have expected to happen, that everyone who was his assigned bully would just pass him by? What a dreamer. His head in the clouds, still having the slightest bit of hope for a better day. But a haunting chill of a dreadful day; the way rain causes mixed emotions, happy, sad, or fearful; and cunning smiles you could hear from the dungeon of Slytherin common room. These all justified that this whishing Hufflepuff's better day, would not be today.

Walking the halls, bundled in his robes. The comfort of the large black clothe, the length, and texture gave him a secure vibe around his body. Julian was one of those to wear his robes, even if wasn't a required day to wear them. He didn't mind this judgement as much, he knew people thought he was a freak for wearing his uniform on casual days. It was just another addition to the many on going listings of things others had to pick on him. Some of those Julian was now immune to, a numbing feeling when people would point them, and they did not got to him anymore. Although, the rest still got under his skin. Too add to this depressive story, nobody would really help him, protect him from the demon children of Hogwarts; nobody really actually cared that much to try. He didn't understand why everyone hates him, why he believes everyone hates him, that he never had real friend, or why he was such an outcast. Nevertheless, Julian knew even he had it good, because if the worst of a life has another to top it.

While walking he heard whispered, as always Julian thought it was about him. This affected him, causing him to be red faced, or blush; even if was not him they talked about him, Julian would still believe it was. A good reasoning was he couldn't really hear names, leaving him to assume that he was the target of their days bulling time. But, this time he did hear, and he heard the name Hallie. Obviously it was about her little predicament the gossip troll cooked up. This person clearly had nothing better to do than just sit around typing a bunch exaggerated stories to please the common social-light. It was absolutely nobodies business, but those involved in the situations, or those who have be told directly from the person involved. Julian deeply believed this gossip witch should be put on trial for exploding the personal lives of such young people, but he also believed people should stop putting themselves out there to be talked about. Then again, this gossip person gets her information from others, who which could be making up lies for payback. Quite childish really, still there was not much to do here but gossip, and that is one of the many burdens Hogwarts has.

Rushing down the halls from the Hufflepuff basement, halfway to the staircase, and suddenly he found himself falling. Now on the ground, laughter about, and being towered over by sixth to seventh years. This was obviously a intentional attack on Julian, anyone with a head plus a brain could tell that. While on the ground awful comments were being spoken, intimidating stares, and an insulting use of the middle finger. This was another punch in gut for Julian. He still could not see why it was always him to be the center of most pranks.Gathering himself, and his books, Julian rushed down the hallway. Made his way up the first floor, searching for a room. It now seeping through eyes, the tears. Not wanting to burst in front of people, giving them another reason to make fun him. He later found a seemingly empty classroom, and it was quite appealing for him to hide from outside world, though the door was close so he didn't have much evidence of it being empty. He attempted to open the door, but a slight thud was hears. He was now slightly crying, and the tears kept coming."Hello?" he asked wondering if there was someone blocking the door,his nose was also fill mucus brought on by crying, making him sound sick. The tears became stronger, nearly causing a river of eye water. He awaited an reply, hoping to get in there away from the numerous assholes they call "students".

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Notes: Sorry it's so crappy, I tried my best. Also, that it is shorter than yours. Plus I thought they should just cry together :]

If I rambled or made no sense at all, please just ignore it :P
Muse: Shitty.