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 Can't See The Forest For The Trees
May 7 2017, 06:49 PM


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With the term staring, Hannah was actually excited to be back at Hogwarts. Thing had become a bit hectic at home what with her mom’s boyfriend hanging around when he wasn’t working. Then there were the few times that the headmistress had visited since her mom was good friends with her. It was odd knowing that one of your parents went to school with the very same person running yours. That, and the woman had come over at one point towards the end of the month and puked all over their carpet. Hannah had been quite distraught with the whole thing, really.

Being back in the castle where things were what felt at least semi normal, the Silversmit girl happily traipsed around doing what she pleased. In fact, that was the very reason why this afternoon she’d headed down towards the forest. Although she knew that she wasn’t meant to be there and her mother would have a fit knowing she was there. Hannah wanted to take the scenic route today and do something that was a little different from her normal routine. As stuffy as the girl might have seemed to others she rather preferred the outdoors and walking around even if it was just to view the nature.

That was one of the very reasons why the Forest was one of her favorite places to visit. Despite its threatening demeanor more often than not, there was a beauty behind it that she couldn’t quite get over. The low hanging trees, some broken as if they couldn’t carry the weight any longer, and the way the sunlight peeked through and kissed the ground to allow for new growth even as dreary as it was; this was a paradise of it’s own. The place also didn’t see too many people and seemed to be the best place to go when needing solace. When things seemed to get too rough and she couldn’t focus on her studies any longer, the Slytherin would take a break out here where she knew she would be alone.

Walking through to the spot that she normally travelled to, the redhead sat upon a fallen log covered in fine moss and slowly descending into decomposure as all the surrounding trunks had before it. It was almost pure bliss to just sit there and listen to the way the wind blew or how the leaves rustled as it flew past, the light whistle in the breeze. It was about the only thing she ever did hear when she came through which she’d always thought as odd.

Having this kind of quiet time though always lead to thinking about things you much preferred not to and Hannah could help when her mind wandered onto the topic of her mother’s boyfriend, Aiden. Granted, she was happy enough that her mother had wanted to try dating and she wasn’t against the woman doing so… he just gave the girl an odd feeling. There was something off about how nice he always seemed to be even when she acted out. Most people weren’t like that. She hadn’t really mentioned these feelings though and part of her was thinking about staying at the castle when vacation came around.

Deciding that the atmosphere was soon growing a lot more downcast than she’d really wanted, the girl took off her shoes and stood up feeling the cold moist dirt beneath the pads of her bare feet. It was actually rather soothing. The Silversmit girl began to run through the woods with her arms out and feeling the breeze against her skin. Not a second did she think about the risk she was taking by running around without her shoes but rather focused on the act itself. She’d even began singing a random tune as she went although her singing voice wasn’t much good. It sounded more like an animal dying… which in the middle of these parts it probably wasn’t a good noise to be making.


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May 9 2017, 09:21 AM


”While no spell or potion can create love, Amortentia is a potion powerful enough to…” Oliver muttered softly under his breath, scribbling away at a piece of parchment. That sentence complete, Oliver dropped his quill and groaned. He had been working at this pace for hours, driving himself crazy. As much as he enjoyed learning, even he could not deny that it was a chore. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to alleviate the pain that came with staring at parchment and books too long. The pain in his eyes gone, he started to reach back for his quill, but something caught his eye.

The bright sun was shining happily from a nearby window. From his seat he could see the Forbidden Forest in the distance, though, from afar and with the bright afternoon sun shining, it hardly looked menacing. The sixth year had heard the stories – many of which he thought to be exaggerated – but he had never been to the dark forest itself. He gazed somewhat longingly at the distant trees for several minutes before finally deciding to pack up his things, abandon studying for the remainder of the afternoon and have a little adventure.

After dumping his books and other school supplies on his bed in the Ravenclaw common room, Oliver bounded down the castle’s steps with a wide smile on his face. The 16-year-old boy could hardly contain his excitement as he made his way outside, nearly sprinting toward the forest. As he moved away from the castle he grew more cautious, careful to make sure no one saw him going toward the forest. The last thing he wanted was to wind up in detention, just for taking a short study break. Still – even with all his caution – he had the biggest, widest smile crossing his face.

His excitement did not fade in the slightest as he made his way close to the menacing trees. True, the forest looked far more frightening and ominous up close than it did from the library window. Oliver placed a hand on one of the closest trees, the cold bark rough to his touch. He closed his eyes and sighed, listening to the sounds of life buzzing around him. He enjoyed this feeling; it was something hard to come by in the slums of Islington. It was peaceful. It hardly seems as dangerous as everyone makes it out to be, he thought, his eyes still closed and his ears still tuned to hear the slight, small sounds around him.

Just as Oliver finished his peaceful thought, he heard something louder and bigger. It was faint, coming from deeper within the forest. He couldn’t be sure what the sound was, but it sort of sounded like a wounded creature – possibly even a person. Wasting no time to consider other possibilities or the dangers, Oliver whipped out his wand and sprinted into the forest. He weaved through the dark, tangled trees, his hair and baggy clothes billowing behind him. He could feel his oversized robes hitting every low-hanging branch and stump, but he did not let it slow him down.

The noise grew louder, but the wind whooshing past his ears obscured the sound. He did his best to follow the sound, which seemed to be moving as well. As he ran, the trees became thicker and more tangled – making it more difficult to dodge branches and pick his way through the forest. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he would be able to find his way back, but Oliver would never be able to forgive himself if he let a creature – or person – suffer when he had the ability to help. He could feel light cuts and scratches being carved into his arms and face by branches he had failed to avoid, but he ignored them and kept running.

He ran and ran and ran – still following the mysterious sound, now louder than ever – until he felt the back of his robes finally catch onto a sturdy stump. With a loud riiiiiiiiip, Oliver was yanked backwards and landed on the hard forest floor with an audible thump. The wind was knocked clean from his lungs, leaving him gasping for air. His wand, too, had been separated from him and now laid just out of his grip. Vulnerable, Oliver looked around, praying whatever hurt that poor creature did not come after him. He looked around, his vision blurry, and thought he saw a pair of bare feet rushing through the trees.

Coughing, Oliver sputtered out a weak cry, ”You, there! Help! Please!”


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May 9 2017, 11:20 PM


It was exhilarating to feel the breeze against her skin as she shirked off her robe to reveal a pair of worn out jeans and a casual tee shirt. The girl didn’t normally like to actually wear the formal clothes underneath her robes unless she absolutely had to, which normally meant a letter home to her mother if she was found with a dress code violation. Not like her mum cared much if she wanted to wear something comfortable as long as it wasn't revealing. She assumed that plenty of parents felt that way seeing as Ravenclaw housed the shirtless wonder who was probably protesting shirts the moment he left the womb.

Singing and twirling around, Hannah got lost in the moment and happily went on her way around the forest for what felt like quite some time. It was nice to just let go and not have to worry about always keeping up a certain image. The forest was just the place for that as it seemed to go on for days and she couldn’t quite see an end to the tree trunks no matter how far it felt like she’d traveled. Of course, the Slytherin wasn’t daft enough to go in too deeply considering how many tales there were of unthinkable creatures rumored to live in it.

The came a rustling noise from nearby that caught her attention though and she slowed down, quieting herself. Perhaps Hannah had indeed attracted something… that worried the girl a bit. Quickly, and without singing another verse of the popular muggle song she’d been singing, the girl hid near a tree and tried to scope out whatever it was that could have been following closely. What came as a shock though was the loud rip and weary voice of someone nearby.

”You, there! Help! Please!”

Cautiously, the Silversmit girl wandered back to the area she’d just come from and noticed a rather scraggly - oh she knew that boy! He looked a bit torn up and had cuts bound but she definitely recognized his face. Cocking her head to the side, Hannah wondered just what in the world he was doing out here and until she remembered that she too was out in the middle of the forest. Her questioning was moot really since neither of them were supposed to be there.

”You don’t look too good…” She trailed off bending down to his side and quickly unhooking his robes from the trunk they seemed to be attached to. The redhead furrowed her brows and looked him up and down before pulling out her wand. ”My mom’s a healer so I know a thing or two, but I’m not as great as she is.” Hannah offered sullened by that thought for a moment. All she ever wanted to be was like the older redhead but after coming back and seeing just how much more difficult the classes were now it was a bit off-putting.

She’d been preparing for stuff like this though hadn’t she? Blinking back for a moment she pressed the tip of her Hawthorn wand to a few of the cuts that she could actually see while muttering, ”Episkey..” The wand wood was supposed to be adept with healing as well as other charms and curses, but the rather witty Slytherin had been excited more so for the very former when she’d received her wand. It just felt right. Lately she’d been struggling though and often worried about making mistakes which usually only ever lead to spells backfiring at her.

Luckily, as she focused and cleared her head not a single time did the spell do anything other than what it was supposed to. Once the majority of cuts were no longer visible, her eyes locked onto the boy and she smiled. ”There you are,” the girl chuckled before inching herself back a little bit. ”Should be good as new. Now how in the world did this happen?” Hannah questioned with concern written across her face. The young girl certainly wanted to make sure that he hadn’t been chased by some creature or what have you.


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May 10 2017, 12:19 AM


Oliver’s vision faded soon after he called out to the barefooted wanderer. He could hear footsteps approaching, but his vision was too blurry to make anything out. He simply laid there gasping for air, as his brain processed a million different things at once – pain, fear and concern for that poor, suffering creature he was chasing after. He could just barely remember the last time he felt like this, the memory flooding into his overwhelmed mind.

He was eight. He had gone to extraordinary lengths to hide his living situation from everyone he knew – classmates, teachers, parents. He knew if anyone discovered his predicament – his runaway father and drunken mother – his life would change. Unfortunately for the young boy, he had not done a good enough job covering his tracks. A boy in his year – a hulking, ugly git named Rodger – had followed him home and seen his rundown flat. The boy had, apparently, snuck a peek through a window and saw Oliver's mum passed out on the sofa.

To make a long story short, Rodger taunted Oliver for a week about being poor. That, Oliver could handle. When the jokes turned to cracks about his mother, however, Oliver lost it. He punched the kid in the eye, giving him a nasty shiner. But the victory was short-lived. Within minutes, Rodger and his friends had beaten Oliver senseless, breaking his right arm. Lying on the ground in the Forbidden Forest gave him the same sort of feeling.

As Oliver slowly left his flashback and took back control of his senses, one question rose to the forefront of his mind: What if this was the person who hurt that animal? The thought did little to help the boy regain his breath, but a familiar voice helped banish the frightening thought from his mind.


”You don’t look too good…” The voice caught Oliver off guard. He definitely recognized it, but it took a beat for him to place it with certainty. Hannah? He tried to voice his guess, but he couldn’t muster enough air to call out again. ”My mom’s a healer so I know a thing or two, but I’m not as great as she is.” Her words certainly did not inspire confidence, but Oliver figured his situation couldn’t get too much worse.

”Episkey..” Oliver let out an inaudible groan as he felt the dozens of cuts start to heal quickly. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but it was definitely not one he’d like to have again any time soon. He was realized that the pain was starting to subside, making it easier to take deeper, less pained breaths. Within seconds, he was able to sit up and breathe normally, though he was still a little ragged from his traipsing through the forest. He gave Hannah a slight smile, hoping she took it as “thank you.”

”There you are. Should be good as new. Now how in the world did this happen?” A light bulb went off in Oliver’s head, her question reminding him why he sprinted into the forest like a lunatic. He sprang to his feet and began searching the forest floor for his misplaced wand. He pawed at the earth, largely unable to distinguish the sticks and twigs of the woods from his own wand. After a few moments, he finally found it and he looked to Hannah exasperated.

”I ran in here…because I heard…an injured animal or something…” His words sounded weak and forced, but they held a sort of brave determination in them. He pulled himself to his feet, ready to continue his rescue mission. ”You heard it, too, didn’t you? That’s why you’re here, right?” His explanation made sense in his mind. Why else would she have come in here? he thought as he looked into her eyes. His gaze dropped to her bare feet. Though it doesn’t explain why she has no shoes. He shook the thought from his head, remembering his goal. He looked back into her eyes. ”You’re going to help me look, right?”


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May 10 2017, 09:07 PM


Before the question she’d asked was even answered the boy was springing to life and jumping to his feet searching for something in a panic-struck kind of rush. When she saw him grab his wand she thought perhaps that’s why he seemed to jump so easily. A witch or wizard without their wand was like peanut butter without jelly, it just wasn’t right. ”I ran in here…because I heard…an injured animal or something…” Well that wasn’t what she expected. A flourish ran across the girl’s face as he asked if she heard it too. Standing to her feet and straightening her tee awkwardly she uttered out the boy’s name to try and get his attention, ”Oliver.. I..”

”You’re going to help me look, right?” As he asked that, her face grew an even brighter shade. The girl wasn’t entirely sure what she sounded like to other people but when she sang it was shrill and not at all in tune which was why she normally didn’t do so in front of others. Like a mermaid out of water.

”I..” She trailed off and looked at her feet for a moment not entirely wanting to admit that it was quite possibly her that had been making whatever noise he heard. The Silversmit girl had definitely not heard anything else while she was flouncing about. ”I’d rarely ever admit this but I don’t think that was an animal you heard.” The redhead peered up to meet his gaze as she spoke. Oh boy she was in for it now. ”Unless my singing drowned out whatever it was.” Offering a sheepish grin, she ran a hand through her hair and tried to laugh it off but she couldn’t quite do that.

”Oh, I’d just hate for you to have gone to all that trouble because of me.” Her eyes landed on the tired lad and her grin slowly turned down at the corners of her mouth. With how frantic he’d seemed and the amount of cuts the boy had, there was no doubt in her mind that it wasn’t an easy task to go racing through the woods after her when she’d been all over the place, buzzing about.

”Tell you what, how about we take a quick peek and if there’s nothing then I’ll make it up to you.” She offered warmly. Hannah’s eyes surveyed the area around them and although it was thickly settled with brambles and bushes of all sorts, the seventh year hadn’t seen anything about. Looking down at her bare feet, she let out a small giggle before adding, ”I probably won’t get very far without my shoes though.”

Now she’d felt just a tad ridiculous as she stood there which only caused the young girl scrunch her nose and hopefully make light of the situation. She most certainly didn’t look as well put together as people normally saw her; wild would have been more of an accurate description. Her hair was splayed in several different directions and had a couple branches that had apparently become trapped within that she started to work out gently. On top of that she had splattered mud all over her jeans and there was a thick layer of the stuff across the pads of her feet now.


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May 10 2017, 09:47 PM


Oliver had to admit he was a little shocked by Hannah’s lack of urgency. Granted, he didn’t actually know her too well, but she certainly didn’t strike him as the type to leave a poor creature in pain and not do anything about it. Hell, he wasn’t a huge animal person himself. He had never even had so much as a dog; the last thing he needed was another mouth to feed. But he definitely would not leave any animal or magical creature wounded when he had the chance to help.

He stood there gawking at her, waiting for her to show any sign of immediacy. But instead of the leap to action he expected, he saw hesitation.
“I..” she started, but looked down at her feet. Oliver continued just to stand there, practically bouncing on his toes, ready to sprint back into the woods. “I’d rarely ever admit this but I don’t think that was an animal you heard.” Her statement did little to ease his confusion. Then what the hell was it, then? She peeked up at him. “Unless my singing drowned out whatever it was.” At once, Oliver’s tense muscles relaxed, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground. He put a hand to his mouth, trying to stifle the raucous laugh he felt bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn’t believe it.

“Oh, I’d just hate for you to have gone to all that trouble because of me.” It took every ounce of strength Oliver had left not to burst out laughing and say something like, Oh, this made it all worth it. As much as Oliver loved cracking jokes, he could see she was embarrassed. He wasn’t one for piling it on, so he kept his lips shut tight. “Tell you what, how about we take a quick peek and if there’s nothing then I’ll make it up to you.” Oliver cocked an eyebrow and looked down at Hannah’s feet. He was amazed she had made it this long without getting cut, poked and stabbed all up and down her feet. Apparently she had come to the same conclusion. “I probably won’t get very far without my shoes though.”

Having successfully choked back his overwhelming desire to laugh at the entire situation, Oliver finally trusted himself to speak. ”Yeah, then it would be me trying to heal your cuts, and I don’t think that’s something anyone wants.” Oliver offered a soft smile. In truth, he felt pretty confident about healing cuts, bumps and bruises. Charms like that were his favorite kinds of magic. But he figured Hannah needed to see someone else be a little embarrassed right now. “Any idea where your shoes might be?” He looked Hannah over, noticing her mud-splattered jeans, dirt-covered feet and branch-filled hair. He smiled at her warmly as he watched her try to work some of the branches from her hair.

“I have to say, the forest looks pretty good on you,” he said genuinely, blushing slightly. He stepped forward a bit, offering his hand. ”Do you need some help getting those branches out?” He paused very briefly, then added quickly. “Or I can run and get your shoes for you. Whatever you need, so we can search for our wounded creature.”


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May 11 2017, 03:09 PM


At first it seemed as if Oliver was a little confused, up until she had mentioned that it was possibly her singing he’d heard. Then it looked as if the boy was about to crack and he even covered his mouth as if trying to hold back laughter. Hannah nearly whined realizing that he was probably inwardly poking fun at this unfortunate situation. Who wouldn’t? It wasn’t often that anyone ever came across her while she was like this and she tended to hide this side of her fairly well.

It was always dressing up and being proper for the girl, trying to make a good impression. So when someone saw the side of her where she’d let go and stopped caring… well it was odd. At least Oliver didn’t seem to mind and he held his tongue rather than making a joke about her terrible singing.

”Yeah, then it would be me trying to heal your cuts, and I don’t think that’s something anyone wants.” Upon hearing that, the redhead cracked a smile. ”I’m sure you don’t want to heal cuts on my feet. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone right about now.” The girl looked down at her toes and pressed them into the dirt before looking up at him with her nose scrunched. ”Any idea where your shoes might be?” He asked to which the girl squinted her eyes and offered a half smile.

”Not really?” A chuckle escaped as she answered. She continued to try and work out the branches but it seemed as if they were thickly settled. As for her shoes, well she had absolutely no clue now. The girl had danced about the forest for what seemed like a while and even if she could remember what the area looked like, there was no way for her to possibly backtrack now and find them. Not unless they left the forest and went back in from where she started which seemed like entirely too much effort for a pair of old sneakers.

”I have to say, the forest looks pretty good on you,” the boy remarked causing a laugh to erupt from the girl. ”I hardly think that’s the case,” she shot back sticking out her tongue before realizing that he was offering help. ”Aye, there’s one stuck so deep in there I think it managed to create a nest.” Hannah joked and turned her head to show him. ”As for my shoes I think they might be a lost cause.” Dropping her arms to her side, she pouted for a moment and before placing her hands on her hip and striking an odd pose.

”Maybe I could just turn this into a fashion statement.” The Silversmit girl giggled as she turned back and forth before cracking and dropping her stance all together. ”You know, I haven’t heard much of anything so maybe it was my singing you heard.” Blushing lightly the girl crossed her arms and looked around them. ”It’s definitely a bit quiet now.” To be honest, she couldn’t even much hear the whistle in the wind now but it was slowly starting to grow cold as the day wore on. A slight shiver ran down her spine though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the weather or because it gave her an odd feeling; the silence.

”Maybe we should start heading back…” The girl trailed off with her brows furrowing in concern. Normally, Hannah was fairly optimistic but knowing what lurked about in the forest even with all it’s beautiful scenery, the Slytherin also knew that it wasn’t a good idea to stay out too late beneath the forsaken trees.


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Oliver felt Hannah’s concern. With the laughter and conversation dying, the forest certainly seemed far darker and dangerous. The silence hung heavy in the air, sending an unnatural chill down his spine. Normally, silence didn’t bother Oliver. Most of his days at home were spent alone, sitting in his flat while his mother slept silently in the next room. He quickly realized there was a difference between silence at home – which still had the background noises of leaky pipes, mice and cars whizzing by – and the silence in the forest. Here, it felt as though the silence were a living creature – and they were in the belly of the beast.

He nodded to Hannah, agreeing they ought to get out of here. Quickly, Oliver’s pleasant demeanor faded into the same determined attitude he had when he ran through the trees. Quietly, he looked around, trying to figure out which direction he had come out from. He couldn’t be perfectly sure, but he was confident he recognized the stump he had snagged his robe on. If we go this way, we should make it back before too long, he thought, unsure if the feeling guiding him was confidence or wishful thinking. Regardless, this was the way he was going to go.

Pointing in that direction, he turned to Hannah. “This is the way I came,” he said, his voice sounding far braver than he actually felt at the moment. I think. Dropping his arm, he looked down at Hannah’s mud-coated feet. He smiled at her softly, trying to think of a way to keep her feet from getting cut up by the thorns and other dangers coating the forest floor. The only real idea he could come up with would be to “piggy-back” her. That option did not really appeal to him, considering his thin frame, the thickness of the forest and how much that would slow him up.

Maybe I could summon them? he thought to himself. He wasn’t confident it would work, though, considering the forest’s density and the fact neither of them knew where the shoes were.

He could see the forest growing darker around him, causing him to panic slightly. He wasn’t accustomed to situations like this. He started to breathe heavily, his heart rate increasing. He felt as though he would pass out, until an idea struck him. Quickly, he took off his own shoes. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he pointed his wand at them. He flicked it carefully and muttered, ”Geminio.”

The spell hadn’t worked to perfection – the copies were obviously more fragile and ratted than the already decrepit originals – but they would do the job. He handed Hannah the original shoes, trying to pretend they were the copies. “Be careful with them, but they should get you to the castle, at least,” he said, bending over to lace the fake sneakers onto his own feet. He’d rather face any cuts or side effects from the copied shoes than put them on her. Besides, it wasn’t like the original shoes were actually worth anything.

With the laces tied, Oliver stood and waited for Hannah to do the same before he started trying to navigate through the foreboding trees.



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