Memories;Haunting;:Mr.Dale:;Our;Footsteps

[Aiden Gabriel Irvine]

"What's my PROBLEM?" He raged thinking of all the possibilities he could do to Corliss her, child. The word was venom, sinking into his skull. Emotions were to heavy to carry on his chest any longer. "How could that thing create a being?!? She didn't deserve to have something like that, that, that, would always love her. That no matter what she could protect and nourish. Something that she had another match to take care of the child with. How could she KILL another, then have everyone blame me, for not stopping her. When no one took notice that SHE killed HIM. I didn't. No matter how many times I thought about how easy it would be if he was gone, I would never, COULD never ever kill him. But eh, it's alright how you can point your finger at me Noah. How EVERONE can point their finger at me! When SHE'S the one who did it. Not me. I didn't do it."
Breathing heavily his eyes glistened with tears. As October neared they spilled over but with a cold heart he shrugged her off like a fly to a piece of fruit. Lunging for October's discarded wand he grasped the unfamiliar wood beneath his finger tips. Whipping his wand toward Bertha he allowed his rage to let lose. "I'm sorry." The words were drowned very quickly with the wall of spells that flung from his lips. Confringo ! Diffindo ! After a few bellows of the two spells he forced himself to turn from Bertha, unable to cause more pain to the tree. His wand work was then inflicted into an empty field beside them.
Expulso ! Diffindo ! Expulso ! Stupefy ! DIFFINDO !
The last curse exploded from his lips in a rush of panic. As quickly as he started he stopped tossing Tobie's wand to his side unable to use the useless piece of wood. It could no longer fill the gap that was forming inside his lungs. The ability to breath became sickeningly hard. October could no longer see who he was and he could no longer see his own reflection without smashing the mirror to pieces. Confusion rushed to his head fogging any production of thought or reason. His breathing turned to panting as he dropped to the ground eyes reflecting the burnt ground in front of him. Choking out the words he attempted to sit up on his elbows, staring at Noah, "There... will... be.... no.... pain. Just... as... quickly as... he went." Spluttering to a stop he allowed his body to go faint. Lying on the ground he stared at the sky watching the stars twinkle before him. Only a few nights before he lied with October staring at the promise of life.
Where was that now?
The last memory he could recall was his fingers reaching for October's wand. Once and for all to put his anger, and overall life, to rest.
But to his avail, he failed again.

[/center]

[Noah Dale]

Noah wanted to speak, wanted to shout back at him, but it was like he saw something beyond Aiden. He never realized everyone was blaming him for Avery's death, he was sure everyone knew and blamed Corliss. She had been given a lot of death glares for the baby and the death of the beloved Slytherin. It was hard on the castle as well, it was a long time since there was a death in a castle. He wanted to be saucy, he wanted to shout a million comebacks at him, but when he saw the water pool into his, he felt bad. He just stood there watching as Aiden attacked the tree that bashed Avery's body to bits. He watched as the boy let the tears fall from his eyes, the worrisome look October gave her boyfriend. As Aiden fainted, Noah rushed forward and kicked Tobie's wand away from his hand. He then walked over to it and threw it at Tobie before kneeling down beside Aiden. He placed two fingers on the boys neck, feeling the pulse. "He's fainted." Noah simply stated, although obvious he felt the need to get it out in the open. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over at October. "Um, I guess we should get him to the Hospital Wing?" he suggested.