Oh, What a World

[Forgoil Halifirien]

(invite only)

It was early morning when Forgoil decided to clear his mind of all it's troubling thoughts. School wasn't on his mind nor was he concerned for any that he cared for at the moment for there was no need to be terribly concerned. And the thoughts that did fly about his mind were lost to translation; lost into the endless reaches of thought and time. but did it really matter what he thought about? It seemed that people were concerned over his recent state of mind; that he seemingly forgotten the sounds of his own laughter and how to smile.

Yet did it matter that his normal self was buried so deeply inside the lad? He was still Forgoil Halifirien and nothing could changed that; save himself. And so the grey-haired boy trudged further down the semi-deserted streets of Hogsmeade; in search of the one thing that he desired to see the most. The way out. It wasn't much; it was just the road that trailed off into the distance; the road that led to other parts of the World. The road that every student had to walk in time.

What was at the end of that road for Forgoil? Would he return to Edinburgh and make a living there? Or would that road never be travelled by the boy with green-grey eyes; would he meet his end on these grounds or would something make him linger here? Plagued with choices and decisions of the near future; Forgoil leaned against a nearby building and sighed. So this was what to become of him; a mind that could never know what lay ahead and how it would affect him.

[Professor Windwaltz]

A door next to Halifirien swung open in a quick movement, a little bell tinkling at its opening. "Oh get the hell out of this building Windwaltz, and never come back! You were a nasty kid and you're still a nasty kid!" The person who stepped out the door turned around, a smile wrapped across his face in a mood completely opposite to the person screaming. "I love you too Mister Alabaster! See you!" He walked off away from the door, though screams of 'I thought I told you not to see me!' followed him. The person who had stepped out the door was none other than Professor Talon Windwaltz of Magic Horizons, who's smile had widened and was now bursting with laughter.

Talon had known Mister Alabaster since he had first gone to Hogsmeade five years ago as a student. Alabaster specialized in Muggle - without a better word - junk. He found stuff that people left lying around and sold it to unknowing wizards with a taste for shiny things. He was not always this way - there was a time where he was in business with an artifact dealer in Diagon Alley, and the two were wonderful business partners and people came from all around to see the wonders they found. However, with such a bountiful business came great risk, and the two often had to go into deep protected wizard ruins to find these things. There came a day where they faced a great, great danger, and while they both came out alive, Alabaster was the only one unscathed...if you could call it unscathed. While his partner met a horrible physical fate, Alabaster's pride and business was shattered. The two fell apart, and Alabaster became a cranky old man who's motto was 'find what you want and get out'.

Alabaster, being an ex-ruin explorer, knew much of history, and even though Alabaster seemed to hate him, Talon loved the old man dearly. That was why Talon showed up all the time - he had even bought a broken TV once hoping it would make him appeased. It didn't. But now Talon's laugh and smile disappeared at the sight of the young Halifirien seeming overall depressed against Alabaster's house. "Oh hello Mister Halifirien, what a coincidence to find you here as well. First the place in Diagon Alley, now Alabaster's...what are you looking at?"

[Forgoil Halifirien]

The slamming of the door and irrated voice did little to break Forgoil's gaze with what he so solemnly stared at. His thoughts and eyes still dwelled on the road that trailed off into the horizon but even then trying to clear his thoughts didn't help for more kept coming in and filling him up. Such a life he was fated to live; to ponder and think on many things yet never know when and where it was the right time to follow on what he pondered. Forgoil was a wreck; he may not have looked so on the outside, but it was on the inside that mattered.

But now a familiar voice interrupted his train of thought and Forgoil looked over at the door that had swung open only minutes ago. And there before him stood Professor Windwaltz, possibly the one teacher that he admired above all the others (for sentinmental reasons), and now just as they had met so long ago in Diagon Alley; Fate saw it fit to bring the two together once again. And then came the question; should he tell Professor Windwaltz what held his attention? It didn't seem like it would hurt Forgoil in any way, but then again the grey-haired boy was never certain on sch things nowadays.

"Hello Professor", said Forgoil in a voice that was usually quiet for him, "Indeed it is an interesting coincidence that we have met again outside of the classroom. It makes one wonder at what you do out of class Professor. But you asked for what I am looking at; just look straight down the road and into the horizon and then you will see what I see. I saw the landscape and yet I cannot find meaning behind. Normally everything has a meaning or reason behind it; like how we have the fascination to want to solve all the Earth's problems. Well, I get the same feeling when I stare out into the horizon, yet I cannot find a meaning for Forgoil Halifirien."

"Professor; what is beyond the horizon? I know that Edinburgh and the rest of the world lay beyond there, but is there something more? Something that we are all meant to understand but cannot find no matter how hard we try; no matter how much we suffer?"