Think I'll Skip Breakfast, Thanks [jared/whoever]

[kevin]

Kevin stared down at his breakfast with a slightly sick look on his face. There was nothing wrong with it--bacon, sausage, eggs and toast--in fact, on any other day Kevin would've wolfed the stuff down in nothing flat. This morning, however... He pushed his plate a little further from him, setting his fork down. He didn't think he make his throat swallow the food even if he was hungry.

Taking the time that would have normally been spent eating, Kevin looked about the Great Hall. Black circles underlined his slanted eyes with emphasis, the whites of his eyes were raw and red. He rubbed at them as he leaned his head in his other hand, though he continued his sporadic search. He was looking for Jared, his friend from Gryffindor, but his heart wasn't particularly in it. He was still of two minds about sharing his latest vision.

Other students were already laughing, talking and eating, going about the school day as usual. Their robes were done up nicely; Kevin's shirt was untucked, his sweater vest thrown on haphazardly. He couldn't even find his robes this morning. They had their books stacked neatly on the tables; Kevin's book went forgotten by his feet. They studied each other's schedules, groaning about classes they didn't have with their friends; Kevin had memorized his schedule ages ago, and new most of other's routines as well (though he didn't mean to stumble across that information). All in all it was a bad start to a bad day. "Jar-ehhhhd," he groaned, slumping forward on the table, his head propped up on his fists, one on top of the other.

He decided having at least one friend by him was better than all these other Hufflepuffs coming over, patting his back and cooing "Oh, poor thing, you look horrid!" or "Are you alright? I thought I head a scream last night." Once or twice he caught people giving him funny looks, but they turned their heads quickly away. "You had better help me figure this one out," he muttered grumpily, but took solace in the fact that should any student give him trouble, Jared could probably take care of it. Jared was a toned Quidditch played, a keeper on the Gryffindor House team. Kevin was a scrawny little Seeker (the one who normally avoided all the beating down below), too thin from avoiding meals like this, and lousy at defense spells. You do the math.

[windsinone]

Jared was on his way through the Great Hall, well as best as any student could with so many students. He had noticed from a distance his friend Kevin sitting by himself by the Hufflepuffs. It was Kevin's usual habit whenever he had a recent vision. In fact, in the midst of scooting and pushing his way over, it had reminded him of their first day much like this.

Both Jared and Kevin were smaller and thinner then and their meeting was like two kindred souls. Jared had gotten quite lost in the giant crowd of the Great Hall and managed to end up near the Hufflepuffs. It was Kevin who had pointed him into the right direction of the Gryffindors and from then on Jared had made a point to make friends with Kevin. It was only later about a year or so that Kevin started having visions and then trying to withdraw from everyone. Jared had a knack for dragging Kevin out these times.

It was the same for Jared though and that is what made this so painfully familiar for Jared. Knowing the lies and wild stories he had to tell every full moon and only hope noone else became a werewolf because of him. Although in Kevins case it could be worse seeing someones death or some tragedy that could not be helped.

Jared knew not to pity Kevin or treat him different for his ability, instead it was a bond that was built for the two of them. Like an older brother to a little brother. Jared could not stand to see someone being bullied as he had been or when he defended his little brother. Often times Slytherin would be the cause of Kevins torment, calling him a freak or other such names. Instead of enganging in a magical conflict Jared would often discrtely take care of these Slytherin. Jareds smaller but more muscular frame prevented any questions when he defended Kevin. That is why noone questioned Jared's friendship with Kevin.

While Jared was an average wizard magically wise, physically he was more then capable. It was a thing most wizards did not rely on, only relying on magic to defend themselves which left them suprised by Jared's reaction to conflict. To Jared a punch was more effective then a knock back spell and it left a more personal note as well.

Coming out of his remenicisng Jared had managed to get to Kevin's spot hearing his faint grumble for Jared. It made Jared feel good he was able to defend his friend and be a use for him. Despite his jock mentality for Quidditch Jared was very intelligent. However, it was his focus for magical items that kept Jared from standing out in class, well besides charms it was close to the knowledge he needed to make his own items.

Jared reached over and jostled Kevin lightly knowing this would get his friend smiling and playing like he was being shaken apart by Jared. However today seemed different it was something that alarmed Jared enough to drop the act. Jared focused his blue eyes on Kevin and sat quickly by him, leaning near him for their conversation not to carry far. It was not very likely their conversation would carry with so many voices in the Great Hall. "What did you see this time Kevin?" Jared quietly asked. Jared's complete attention was on his friend Kevin, it was true Kevin was like a brother to him.

[kevin]

Kevin had closed his eyes, ignoring the stares of the surrounding students. Though he sat at the Hufflepuff table, students were free to sit anywhere they pleased during mealtimes, so it was rather unfortunate that he was quite suddenly encircled by a gaggle of Ravenclaws, all trying to diagnose him and impress each other with their smarts. He was about to fly off the handle and give them all a piece of his mind when, thankfully, Jared showed up. Kevin breathed a sigh of relief when the Gryffindor of the same year tucked his legs under the bench and sat next to him. Cocking his head in Jared's direction, Kevin eyed the Ravenclaws in triumph, and soon they fell into their own conversations. 'Bout bloody time.

Kevin lifted his head and smiled gratefully at his friend. There, see? That had done the trick. Bring over an intimidating Gryffindor keeper and all the world will leave your sorry state alone. Kevin was glad to be rid of the well-meaning, sympathetic eyes. Trust Kevin when he says he knows that none of them meant any bit of that sympathy. They just wanted something gossip about later.

So when Jared leaned in to talk, a smile turned Kevin's lips. Boy, did Jared ever know him. He was conscious to the fact that Kevin would rather keep his visions to a public minimum, and sharing the thoughts were hoped to be an even rarer occasion. Jared's voice was low, conspiratorial even. "What did you see this time, Kevin?" Kevin shuddered to remember, but he knew he needed Jared's help.

"Jared," Kevin said slowly, staring ahead as if making a show of trying to remember exactly what happened last night. "Uhm, I don't think this was... a normal vision. Remember that first time I Saw something? You'd been around then... I had a seizure. But you know that ever since that first time, I haven't had a seizure because of a vision." Kevin's face paled. It was true; ever since that first time, Kevin's visions had been blissfully seizure-free. Maybe he had looked like he was being possessed, and perhaps thrown up afterward, but no convulsions, no twitching. Kevin swallowed nervously.

"Well I had a seizure this time." Kevin glanced at his werewolf friend, trying to gauge his reaction. "And on top of that... I couldn't... I couldn't understand it. I didn't know what it meant." The last part came out strained, almost desperate. Eye wide and lips turned in a frown, Kevin whispered "You have to help me." Kevin waited on Jared. Sometimes Jared could be a little too protective, insisting he go to the hospital wing, or to see Professor Firenze. But he knew, this time, that he couldn't. It was like a gut feeling; Kevin had to keep this one a secret.