{Logan} Silence

[martin]

Four months...It had been four months since Quinton had left, four months of pain, four months that had never helped heal the mental wounds. Martin had remained silent every single moment of those four months. His form was still slowly shrinking, his weight fading as was his general health. He cared little of himself any more. He ate when he really needed too, but hardly ate much of anything when he did. Thankfully, his weight had stopped disappearing after a certain point, his small portions of food preventing him from losing any more. But, his body was thinner than it ever had been before. His ribs were visable, his joints her bony, and his skin had an overall pale look to it. His eyes held no sense of life in them. In short, the boy only did the bare minimum that would keep him alive.

He was failing in all his classes now, not bothering to do any of the work, assuming he even showed up to the classes in the first place. And, today was one of those days. He was suppose to be in Transfiguation right now, but he was in no mood or mind set do listen to the professor. At that point, majority of the students had learned to cope with their losses and move on. But, he couldn't bare to do so. After the strong, loving connection he had shared with Quinton, he couldn't find it in himself to let go. He didn't have the strength to move on. So, that was why he was sitting there in the library, head down as he laid his upper half on the wooden surface. He didn't care if someone found him here or if he got in trouble. He just wanted to be alone, just as he always wanted to be now...

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[logan james davenport]

Logan hummed to himself as he paced the shelves, flicking his wand to put send books back to their places on the shelves. One of his three cats, a calico named Snickers, trotted along at his heels, periodically looking up at him in an expecting sort of way. Yes, he was known to spoil his cats rotten, often dropping treats to them throughout the day. Really, it was a wonder none of them were obese. Though they seemed to have a good amount of exercise, what with all the mice to chase after in the castle. Logan picked up his feather-duster and began brushing off the shelves that he could reach with his meager height.

He had only had the position about a week, and already he loved it- the library had been his home during his school years, and he was more than comfortable in it. Of course, the students were already beginning to think of him as a bit of a joke, but Logan didn't mind. As he rounded a corner, his steps faltered when his gaze fell upon a student, who appeared asleep, but also almost ill. Though when he approached, the boy was awake, but something was off. He was so thin and pale, and his eyes... It was as if the life had gone out of them. "A-a-are you all r-right?" asked Logan, unable to keep from stuttering- talking to people he didn't know always made him nervous.

[martin]

Martin hardly noticed the man as he stepped up to him, at least not until he spoke. He didn't glance up or even acknowledge him at first, listening to his stuttering. It was interesting in a way. He hadn't heard anyone stutter like that before and it brought up a sort of curiosity. But, it was something that hardly stirred him from his mood. It took a few moments, but he finally made a brief glance up at the man. But, as he did so, he ended with a sort of double-take. The man in front of him...well, just seemed to grab his attention. He wasn't the most amazing man he had ever seen. No, nothing compared to Quinton in his damaged mind, but he was definitely better than others. Blinking, the Hufflepuff student quickly looked away as he realized he was staring, turning his head away from the man.

As always, he remained silent, not giving an answer to the man. For as long as he had gone without it, he wondered if his voice would still even function properly. But, without realizing it, he had given the man his answer. His silence and attempt to ignore him had no doubt reflected his depressed, damaged emotions to the blonde.

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[logan james davenport]

Logan watched the boy, really, he might be cute if he weren't so sickly-looking. And really, he was more than concerned for him. Yes, there were a great deal of students that had had it rough after the battle, they had lived through terrible events, seen things that nobody should have to see... But this young man seemed particularly effected, so troubled, something horrible must have happened to him. Logan's helpful nature was refusing to let it be, there had to be something he could do. He bit his lip when the Hufflepuff didn't say anything, but rather stared blankly at him a moment before turning away.

Well, that couldn't be good... Logan was at a bit of a loss. Sure, many people were downright cruel to him, mocking him because of his size, clumsiness, or his speech impediment, but he didn't know what to do with this... Nothingness. "Um..." said Logan, not sure what to do, "W-well, I'm L- um, Mr. Culp-p-pep-p-per," said Logan, tripping over his own last name. He always thought it was cruel, having so many "P"s in his surname, especially when he was nervous. "Is there s-something I can do?"