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Jul 27 2016, 08:23 AM
Artie woke with start. He was sweating profusely. Was he dead, is this what hell felt like? His bed was cold and hard. He stared at ceiling…everything was dark. Although something didn’t seem right. He stood up and made his way to his door. He opened it and it was still dark. ‘It must be late’ Artie thought. He pulled his wand out from his pocket. “Somul” he casted. ‘What the hell? Maybe I am dead?’ he thought. He fiddled around for a light switch. He finally found it and switched it on. ‘Power must be out’ He thought, as the room was still pitch black. “Dad….Mom?” he called, his words weren’t messed up this time. He walked to the end of the corridor, but forgot about the steps. “Hhhhhhhha!” He screamed, falling down the stairs. He tried to stand up, but he must have twisted his ankle. “Artie!” He heard his mother rush down the stairs towards him.
“What hurts?” He heard his mother say. He grabs his ankle, “Elkna” he cries. “What?” His mother replies. “Struh elkna ym” By this point he heard his father come rushing down the stairs. “Honey, we have to take to St Mungo’s” Is the last thing he hears before losing consciousness.
Artie woke with a start once again. His eyes were open, but again everything was dark. “Olleh!” There he was with weird words again. “Mr Darkbloom….” He heard a voice but saw no figure. “…I am your doctor” The man explains. “Sthgil!” Artie yelled. He didn’t get an immediate response, but he heard scribbling on a piece of paper. “Mr Darkbloom, the lights are on. You are staring right at me” Artie again hears more scribbling. “Mr Darkbloom, something has made you speak backward. You are also blind. Your parents found an empty vial in your bedroom, were you trying to kill yourself Mr Darkbloom?” Artie felt as his person had entered his mind.
“Sey…” He sighs. “Mr Darkbloom, before I can diagnose you, I have to conduct research on your inner thoughts and personality. That study is expected to take 8 to 12 months” The doctor explained. Artie didn’t respond. Instead he cried. He craved death so much, and now this doctor was going to know everything. EVERYTHING.

Jul 24 2016, 06:08 AM
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[/dohtml] Artie instantly regretted what he said to the girl. Luckily it was her word against his. Prefect vs 2nd year. He sighed. He had to chase her. He attempted to call her name, but he didn't know her name. He really should know the names of all the students in his house, but he has more important things to think about. He knew she was Ravenclaw, so he headed back to the tower, in attempts to see her. 'All this for.....some 12 year old again.... seriously?'. He sighed and made himself comfortable. It could be a while for her to cool down and return to the common room, or she could be on her way back now. He had no idea, but he was hoping that it'd be sooner than later. Why was he wasting his time impressing this girl? He could get her expelled quicker than apparation, but he wasn't going to to that. He was reasonable, and he was hoping this girl was reasonable too. She'd probably not want to converse considering how rude "he" was. But in his defense she had been pretty rude also. But he should know better, should, should. It's hard when pretty much everyone is rude to him, its the norm for him.
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[/dohtml] Artie made his way to Quality Quidditch Supplies, he wanted to buy a new broom for the upcoming Quidditch Season. He bought a Nimbus 9000, not the best broom, but it’ll do well for the next few months. Emma loved Quidditch, another thing that reminded him of her. He looked around the room. He and Emma spent every Christmas Break here looking at all the new stock that arrived for the new year. Emma had dreamed of playing for the Holyhead Harpies, and Artie always supported her goal, encouraging her when no-one else would. Upon his reflection of the room he saw Elia Jerren, the cutest professional Quiddditch player of the year. He urged himself to approach her, he was never good with social situations. He hoped she wasn’t busy. She slowly approached her. “M….s Je-erren?” He asked nervously. “I’m-m a big f-fan” He says shakenly. ‘What a stupid introduction!’ he thought to himself. “You’re my inspiration” Artie spat. ‘That was so creepy, why did I say that?’ Artie took a deep breath “Bye” he quickly turned around and walked towards the exit of the shop. He wasn’t shocked, he usually made a fool of himself, especially around people he had crushes on.
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Artie put on his waistcoat and exited the Ravenclaw common room. He wanted to buy some sweets from Hogsmeade before he left for the Christmas break. He didn't have anyone to go there with, so he was just going alone. This was the first time he had been to Hogsmeade since Emma left. It didn't feel right without her beside him. He had been putting it off for months. He had already begun to cry as he walked out of the castle. He was walking alone so no-one would see him cry. He splashed his face with some snow to make it look like he had fallen over.

He went inside to the three brooms sticks and sat into the closest chair he could find. He put his head down and began to cry. All of his emotions hit him at once, this is where he had his first date with Emma. This is where he first kissed Emma! This where he and Emma planned there lives together. They came to the three broomsticks whenever they could, to talk about baby names, places to live, career options, all that planning is what made Artie so emotional. He didn't notice that someone was sitting on the same table. There was an empty glass on the table, and girl exited the bathroom heading straight towards him, but his head was slouched on the table so he did not realize.

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