It's a relief to finally get home from that mad house of a school. It seems as if two weeks can't pass without some nonsense occurring there.

Charon appeared pleased to see us as well. But he seems anxious since I saw him last. Why Mytho saw fit to mention what the Prophet said about the dragons is beyond me. It does nothing but worry him needlessly.

I may as well go flying since the weather is decent.

[Private]

...I'm a bloody idiot. I shouldn't have even made that prediction...but how the hell could I have known that'd actually happen? Predicting she'd--

And Raimei's too much of a moron to back down. So many times I let things happen, been a damned coward and done nothing...then the one time I say something, I'm still useless to stop it. What the hell is the point of this power if its nothing but a harbinger of everything I can do nothing about?

Dammit! This is...identical to 10 years ago. I hope...for that idiot's sake...that I'm wrong.

[ooc: Mood shows up as calm and icon shows up as 'Elusive head turned'. Strikes are semi-hackable, but the private part is extremely difficult to hack UNLESS you know him well or are a close friend of Raimei. Then it's still REALLY hard to hack anyway, and you have to ask yourself why any of them would be hacking Fakir's entry. 8D As to this. Fakir made a prediction. About something. And he's wrong. But no one knows that. \o.]

I don't see why this damn school can't have a single week without some disruption or another. As if that horrendous field trip wasn't enough to last me a LIFETIME.

Slytherin team, I'm calling a practice today assuming the damn field isn't covered in bloody animals. We have a match at the end of the month. And I'll be damned if we lose to Hufflepuff like last year.

[Filtered to Fin // Viewable to Slytherin Team]

In the highly likely unlikely likely unlikely chance that I'm out of commission for the match due to that idiot and her glandular fever, I'm appointing you as my stand in. You'll have to make sure they don't kill each other in my absence.

[//Filter]

( Private )

[ooc: Pretend this was posted way earlier today, orz. SO. Since Raimei has mono, Fakir is pretty sure there's a chance he'll get it and is taking necessary precautions. He's also had a conversation with Raimei about Raikou that made him ponder his own parents and Rue's thoughts on their passing. :V That private filter can only be fully hacked if you know him REALLY well (if you have to ask, you don't), anyone else wouldn't be able to get more than bits and pieces. The strikes are all hackable though. Icon shows as this and mood shows as "determined" unless you hack.]

[Private to Rue]

Pack your things. You're coming with me to Charon's. That isn't a request.

[/Private]

The ministry seems to have a spectacular knack for wasting time. Closing off the damn school AFTER the attacks so I couldn't-, interrogating students who were either completely absent or under attack themselves, and being completely incapable of showing up at Hogsmeade in a timely enough fashion to prevent more lost lives? I fail to see how they were anything but negligent and idiotic. You'd think them seeing Ahiru and Charon would have been sufficient. Worthless.

( Private along with a long ass ooc note and present list )

Huh. Parent days yet again. It would seem as though Dumbledore is amused by the torment of his staff and students. Even the parents of teachers and...ghosts have shown up. ...Either way...none of that has anything to do with me. I can't...see them wanting to see me, so I have...little to worry about, I suppose. Regardless, from the way I've heard people complain...hopefully this won't last overlong. I assume that Charon is likely to be too busy to come...and it's bothersome to see all these guardians.

[Accidental Voice Post]

....Fakir...?

What the hell do you--*sharp gasp*

*The female voice gains a bit of a reproach to it, as if the owner is crossing her arms.* Now, is that really any language to use with your mother, Fakir?

*a black puddle splashes on the page, as if an ink bottle was knocked over* W-what?! ...My...mother...you can't be...

*gains a wry sort of sardonicism in her tone* You and Mytho played prince and knight as children, and you only stopped sleeping with Ducky when Mytho slept over at our house when you were four.

W-why are you..what are you doing here? I...I...thought you'd..

*A bit softer in tone than before* You thought your father and I wouldn't want to take the chance to see you after...nine years now? *more business-like* All right then...how is your sister? I can't even tell you how surprised your father and I learned that she was alive, I do hope you've been taking good care of her...

*the voice is quiet, almost inaudible*...B-but I...you aren't here because...and I wasn't able to...*there was a long pause* ......Sister?

[ooc: Ooc note wagon. Green is Fakir's dead mother Saiya, who's death due to illness (along with his dad's) he feels responsible for, for being useless and unable to protect anyone. And also that he predicted both of their deaths and chose to ignore it. Hullo emo pants. But, he doesn't realize there is a bit more to his history than he knows. Here's a BIG hint, check out their doctored, lololol pictures. Erik will be showing up later in a certain other Slytherin's entry~]

All the goddamn people amused by this disgust me. People's lives were in danger and all they can talk about is how bloody entertaining it is. Especially from my own house. Makes me revolted to be a Slytherin. For all their insipid talk of purity, they're the fucking dirty ones. As if blood means anything.

Charon seems overly concerned for my well-being in going back to Hogwarts this semester, but the only way to defend ourselves is to return and continue to study spells against whatever threat that is out there. I have no intention of running away just because some prejudiced zealots want to provoke fear in those who oppose them. That would be giving them exactly what they want. And...I'm less concerned about myself anyway...and more concerned about...

In any event, Ahiru is safe and that's what matters.

[[Private//Extremely Difficult to Hack]]
...Not that I didn't have my own part in her injury. While Ahiru was getting her neck twisted by that...fucking bastard, I wasn't there to protect her at all. To think that a goddamn stunning spell would...I was...useless. I wasn't there fast enough...and even when I got to her, it was my recklessness that prompted her to get hurt. Damn it! In the most extreme of situations...when she was a spell away from possible death, even then I wasn't able to help...

I'm not...strong enough. It's...been a year since today...and all I can focus on is what could have happened. And even if Ahiru says otherwise...my cowardice still pervades.
[//Private]

[[Private to...the teacher that took the blow for me]]
I'm not certain of your name but...for getting in the way of that spell, and more importantly for saving Ahiru...thank you. I appreciate it greatly. There are few who would be that brave. I don't know what I would have-- In any rate, you have my gratitude.
[/Private]

[ooc: Strikes are difficult to hack, except in Nia's filter where they're crossed out enough to leave a groove in the paper. 8D;; Annnnnnd...Monday was Fakir and Ahiru's one year anniversary! =D;;; Bawwww. Icon will show up as "Solid Glare", unless hacked.]

Hn. It would seem that the clamor has dwindled significantly, which is quite the relief. If nothing else, the arrival of the flood of parents was...telling. That aside, I've packed my trunk for Stratford, and with any luck I'll spend the duration of the summer there. And not a moment too soon, there's only so much foolishness one can take in a single school year. ...Have you finished packing, moron?

[ooc: So because I completely FAIL and got busy and missed Parent days, late distant!Fakir is late. >>;;]

...Hn. Bloody dragons sniffing at my hair and uniform. The festivities of this school are foolish, as usual.



[Private to Kyro]

...I have questions that need answering. What...exactly did you say to your parents?

[//Private]

[ooc: Dramarmarmarmarz tonite. Fakir actually has very dark green hair, so the dragons are giving it a wiff~ :D ...And this obviously stems from the Kyro take over and I was just busy and am springing that plottage now. Anyone who's seen Fakir for the last week, particularly people in his dorm, will notice he's been in a state of self-loathing extremely depressed and somewhat quieter than usual :x Mood shows as cranky, icon shows as "Hn. Whatever..."]

[Private//Unhackable]

...She's...clearly decided who she cares about upsetting. And...I can't blame her in the least. It...it shouldn't even surprise me. I was an idiot for thinking she could care about me over Mytho...an idiot for even thinking it could work, an idiot for trying to get close to her. I simply caused her unnecessary strife and pain...just like everyone else I care about. As if...as if I have any right to criticize how others treat her. Somehow...I foolishly thought that things would be different with her, that I could avoid to hurting her, that I knew best as usual, all the while being blinded to how it would affect her.

How long did I think it could really last? Telling her that we'd see each other at night and trying to keep it to ourselves; I didn't think it'd riddle her with doubt, I didn't think that anyone else would get involved, I didn't...think. I just...didn't think at all. And now...she doesn't seem to want anything to do with me...Mytho and I can barely hold a conversation...and they...what would they think? After...after nearly 8 years, and I still haven't been able to escape this abominable fate. It's...almost ironic that a festival would fall on the same day, the same day they were gone, around the same time everything manages to fall apart. Hn. 'There is no armor against fate' indeed. ...And I sent out one of those silly...if I'd noticed how she felt sooner, I wouldn't have...but...that's my fault for making assumptions and being completely oblivious to her feelings.

If...if she wants to be with Mytho...then fine. I have no right to be upset about it. And I'm not.

[ooc: Why hullo thar emo pants. This stems from the combination of Ahiru's hesitation and also the anniversary of his parents' deaths falling on the festival day. (Why yes, I am a cruel mun~).]