Post by TobiasCharlton on Nov 15, 2004 10:54:23 GMT -5
"If it's wrong to tell the truth
What am I supposed to do?
All I wanna do is speak my mind,
If it's wrong to do what's right
I'm prepared to testify,
If loving you with all my heart's a crime.
Then I'm guilty."
A boy murmered a song 'neath his breath, wide deep blue eyes gazing around as he lugged his trunk behind him. He glanced back, and seeing no one there, he continued on his way. Black locks hung in his eyes, sheilding his face, but he didn't care. Just kept on walking through the Muggle station, serious face; wide eyes, and singing 'neath his breath.
Then I'm Guilty.
A silver chain hung 'round his neck, just a chain, nothing more. Sunlight shone through the windows- the lush humid day outside wearying. Tobias Ashwood Charlton, the boy was cursed. Sixth year, and happy to be going back to Hogwarts. He'd spent his summer with his Nan, who was now rather ill. Too ill to take him to Kings Cross- so he went alone.
Casually, he walked into the barrier between the Muggle and the Magical station, and vanished through to the other side. Parents, Nans, and Gardians waved their children (Or grand-children) off, as they boarded the scarlet train. Tobias sighed softly, he himself boarding the train to find a compartment.
Finally finding an empty one, he slid the door open, kicked his trunk 'neath the seat; and sat down. But not before closing the door. Tobias wouldn't put up with Peeping Toms, well, peeping into his compartment. But if they asked to join him- sure, let them. Didn't care much.
What am I supposed to do?
All I wanna do is speak my mind,
If it's wrong to do what's right
I'm prepared to testify,
If loving you with all my heart's a crime.
Then I'm guilty."
A boy murmered a song 'neath his breath, wide deep blue eyes gazing around as he lugged his trunk behind him. He glanced back, and seeing no one there, he continued on his way. Black locks hung in his eyes, sheilding his face, but he didn't care. Just kept on walking through the Muggle station, serious face; wide eyes, and singing 'neath his breath.
Then I'm Guilty.
A silver chain hung 'round his neck, just a chain, nothing more. Sunlight shone through the windows- the lush humid day outside wearying. Tobias Ashwood Charlton, the boy was cursed. Sixth year, and happy to be going back to Hogwarts. He'd spent his summer with his Nan, who was now rather ill. Too ill to take him to Kings Cross- so he went alone.
Casually, he walked into the barrier between the Muggle and the Magical station, and vanished through to the other side. Parents, Nans, and Gardians waved their children (Or grand-children) off, as they boarded the scarlet train. Tobias sighed softly, he himself boarding the train to find a compartment.
Finally finding an empty one, he slid the door open, kicked his trunk 'neath the seat; and sat down. But not before closing the door. Tobias wouldn't put up with Peeping Toms, well, peeping into his compartment. But if they asked to join him- sure, let them. Didn't care much.