bewitched in misery;; otis

A familiar sense overcame him. It was almost a sense of deja vu in a way. He kept on walking like he knew every path in this familiar world. The stone walls were cold and the floor echoed as his feet slapped the floor with his casual walk. Something hit him in the head and like a flow of water, Otis knew where he was. It was Beauxbatons! He suddenly felt safer and knew where he was going. But where was he going anywyas? He hadn't planned this before hand, and it was like his feet were guiding him instead of his brain. Otis looked down at his feet and just as he did so, his feet turned to the left and so did the rest of his body. Everything was so familiar and it was eating away at his brain like he should know where he was. Left, right, straight, backing up, wrong way, this, that: Otis had no clue and he felt lost, but his feet were taking to a spot that must've been significant. A door was coming up. A very big magestic door and Otis was walking even slower like he needed to be cautious because a dangerous animal resided behind the door he thought to be magestic. In the back of his mind, Otis knew that wasn't true at all. Someone was in there and that's why his feet had lead him here. He was at the door now and pushed it open with a bit of a stuggle. It was heavier than it looked from far away. Otis was inside and all he got a glimse of was a girl on the ground and a tall mirror.

Otis sat up covered in cold sweat. His breathing was sped up and he immediatly wipped off the sweat on his forehead. He was shaking slightly and then lay back down knowing exactly what had happend. He had a dream of the future and Otis groaned. This was so new to him and was still getting used to the waking up part. It was a bit horrid to him, but he'd have to deal with it. He slowly got out of bed almost forgetting what he had dreamt. It wasn't until after he had gotten out of bed, took off his shirt and replaced it with a new one that he finally remembered and he was suddenly in a rush to get out of his new dorm he shared with his new friend. Otis didn't bother to put on any shoes and ran barefoot. Down the stairs he pattered and into the common room where he passed it through in a snap and then was pattered down some more steps. He skipped a bunch of stairs and after rolling over he quickly got up and began to jog again now tired from going down all those stairs.

He eventually slowed down his pace to a slow walk and his feet were throbbing from running on a hard surface with no socks or shoes on. Otis kept on walking on turning here and there and just like he dreamt, he had to retrace his steps and start over a couple of times. Otis ran a hand through his ever growing hair and sighed. He felt like giving up, but his curiousity got the better of him and he kept going. He felt like running again, but he figured that's what got him lost in the first place, so he decided to just speed up the walk a bit so he could get to the destination quicker. Just as he hoped for, the door he saw in his dream was just down the hall after coming to a fork in the road. If he hadn't looked down both hallways, he probably wouldn't have seen the door, mysteriously hidden from the world. Otis cautiously approached the door, thoughts zipping through his mind like no other. He stopped in front of the door and pressed his ear up against it hoping that he could hear something in the other room, but the door looked thick and Otis gave up after a few pauses. Otis looked up at the tall door, and then at the doorknob. He turned it and pushed against it trying to get it open. He grunted as he attempted to get it open, just far enough for Otis to slip in. After a few puffs and sighs, Otis got in and he slowly closed the door. When he turned around, Otis was hit head on with deja vu. He'd been here before when he met his friend Katerina Peck. He made a note to find her again to hang out. That thought quickly slipped away at what he saw.

Her blonde hair and form was all too familiar to Otis. She was the Head Girl and in Rouerie also! Otis recalled her name: Asahria Ryek. He looked at the mirror and then at her trying to picture what had happen. Did she see something in the mirror that scared her or made her sad enough to sit on the ground with her legs curled near her? Otis slowly approached her and then when he was standing next to her, he sat down and crossed his legs pretzel style, and stared ahead of him at the mirror just seeing him and Asahria next to each other. When he looked at her reflection, he could see tears rolling down and Otis closed his eyes. Poor girl did see something she may not have wanted to see. Otis figured the best thing to do was just be in her presense and wait for her to talk to him. He didn't want to pressure her to talk when she was crying. Plus, he didn't want to embarass her either. Otis knew who that felt.

As he sat down next to her, her head was tilted up to the ceiling and she looked like she was trying to get a hold of herself. Otis wasn't a girl and he hadn't really cried like Asahria was at the moment, but he suddenly felt her pain like he had at the end of his dream vision. He wasn't exactly fond of the last feeling at the end of his dream visions. They were always so intense and it left him feelng the exact same way when he woke up. It only got real dangerous once when he woke up with such fury that he could never be capable of. He almost killed someone dear to him and there begun his loner stage in his life. Of course that was before Beauxbatons and it was two years before he came to Beauxbatons, but it'd been three years now since the incident and still Otis was afraid to confront the person about it and apologize. He doubted such a person would be so forgiving after the bruises and the broken arm. Otis felt like sighing, but he didn't want to break the silence. Feeling ashamed, he closed his eyes after giving Asahria one last glance. All that was left to witness was the sounds of her tears and shaking.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly wanting to get rid of the memory. He knew that his regular dreams would never let him forget it and everytime it came up it would always remind him of how he almost ruined his life. Such a morbid thought for Otis. He had trained himself well to be a friendly and upbeat person so the thing that had come out that day would never be seen again. It hit Otis then at that thought that maybe it wasn't his fault. Was this high hopes or just to comfort himself. It was just that night that he had a dream vision that made him feel that way. He took in a deep breath and then exhaled ever so slowly loving the feeling like he was exhaling bad memories. His eyes relaxed and he wanted to open his eyes just then to see how she was. He felt like an intruder. Should he just get up and leave and leave her to her crying? Or should he be a gentleman and try to comfort her? But what if he couldn't comfort her and she was angry at him for being here while she was at her weakest? Otis figured it was a risk that ought to be taken. After meeting up with Natalie, he felt like he needed to be a bit more than he already was. He felt like he needed to prove something almost. But should that happen at this moment when he sat next to a girl he had only seen from afar? Should he really take his chances on doing that?

It was about to be tested just then. A sudden intake of breath came from Asahria and Otis wondered what was up. Did she look in the mirror again? He slowly opened his eyes and saw her looing at him with a surprised, yet startled look. She pulled her legs closer to her and started to shake her head. Sudden sympathy flodded him and he just wanted to give her a hug, but he knew how akward that would be for her. He kept his hands in his lap the whole time watching her expression in the mirror. As she went to brush the tears from her cheeks, their arms brushed and Otis turned his head to her to see her frightened look. Otis scratched his right temple feeling a little embarrassed to be caught. But he knew that he would eventually, so why did he feel more like an intruder than before? He could amost feel the discomfort radiating off of her. He wanted to explain, but she had beat him to it.

After her searching questions, it was Otis' turn to explain himself. This better be good or she might take it wrong. Otis paused collecting his thoughts and tried to find the right words to explain. Finally thinking he had it, he rested his scratching hand into his lap again and tried not to advert his gaze to somewhere else besides her face. "Oh, don't be. I'm more of the rude one intruding on you..." Otis trailed off now needing to explain to her why he had even come in the first place. Should he tell her that he saw her in a vision he had dreamed up and was curious? That sounded truthful enough, but would she take it seriously? Some people didn't, but Otis didn't blame them. Seeing the future was a ridiculous thing and was something that nobody should be able to see. He was almost ashamed of being a Seer. "Well I gotta be honest. I...saw you in one of my visions while I was, uh, sleeping."

He adverted his eyes to the ground. Maybe watching her cry was something a bit weird for her. Otis hadn't actually cried like this before, so he wasn't sure what it'd be like to cry like that and then on top of that have someone witness it. He felt like an intruder. Closing his eyes, Otis blocked out all the scenary around him, but the noise was left for him to hear. He knew covering his ears would look weird, and maybe just listening was better than observing. He could hear her inhale and try to stop the sobbing, but her breath was rugged a bit and she her breath was almost stuttering to keep going. He could almost feel her struggling to stop. Otis almost got up to leave, but he thought otherwise. Maybe she did want him here. He could just be assuming things. He stopped his thoughts short. He told himself to stop assuming and speak up. He would be surprised at what he could find out when questions were asked or curiousities were shared. Opening his eyes again, his eyes met the image of himself. He looked over his tousled brown hair, the brown eyes and the fading olive toned skin. France didn't have as much heat as Greece did and therefor, his skin wasn't what it used to be. He longed to go back and feel the humidity of the air and the beauitful landscapes that he called home. Sure Beauxbatons was like a home away from home, but obviously France was not Greece.

He found himself looking back at Asahria, only to meet her eyes once again. He saw the searching look in her eyes like he saw in people's eyes everyday. He resisted the urge to smile. Explaining his odd thoughts was just plain awful since he considered himself one that thought differently than others. But didn't every think that? Answering her question with apology in his voice, Asahria shook her head and her curls bounced back and forth. His hand farthest away from her went to his hair, but he pushed himself not to play with it. A nervous habit of his was something Otis needed to break. She spoke up again. The last part of her reply had sparked an interest in him. This had happened before? Well obviously something was really bothering her. Unless this was from awhile ago. She was afterall higher up in the years than he was. She'd been here longer than he had. Her voice made it sound like it wasn't something she wanted to remember, but then again, it could just be from her fragile state of being. He would ask about that later maybe when she wasn't so on the edge of breaking down more. He went on explaining his situation some more. He did feel the need to it was only fair that she should know why he came to sit next to her. He would want to know the same thing if he were in her spot.

He knew something would happen when he said he 'saw' her in a dream. He didn't feel the need to take it back. He liked to be honest with people and him being a Seer just didn't seem so special at times. Now he felt more aware of it as she questioned about him being a seer. This time he did smile weakly and looked at the floor. "Yeah...I am." nodding while he said this and kept his eyes on the floor. But he did look up to her when he continued on. "But they only come through my dreams when I'm asleep." he explained further. Looking back at the ground as the silence enveloped them. He could feel the uncomfort between them. He was being so open so someone he hardly knew, but he noticed himself doing this more often the longer he stayed at Beauxbatons. He sat there with his hands in his lap and he stared at his hands. He waited for her to speak up. He'd rather she feel comfortable talking instead of him pestering her with questions. It only seemed fair. He marveled at the fact he had thought of the word fair so many times in this little time. He was a man of fairness, he thought. He wanted to chuckle at that thought just then, but he didn't want to break the silence between them. He kept his eyes on his hands, not wanting his eyes to wander around.

Her voice met his ears again, but he strained his ears to make out the words. He caught the words and she went on talking about curiousity and such on. He listened intently and when she was done, it wasn't long before she spoke up again. Her words amde him feel slightly more stable about him coming her to her. Otis smiled down at his hands and turning his head to her, he nodded to her. "Your welcome." he said with a weak chuckle. If I could be the curious one for just a moment… would you mind telling me your name? Otis straighened up and rolled his shoulders. Looking back to her, he introduced himself, "Oh yeah, sure. Otis Barberis. I'm from Rouerie."