Logan realized why he kept his friend Roger around now. Roger could be sort of rude at times, sort of an idiot... He was brutally honest, like Logan, but he did not think to spare people's feelings the way Logan always did. He didn't see what was right in front of his nose usually and could be incredibly oblivious. But while Roger was around, people left the two to their own devices. The second Logan strayed away however...
It was his fault at first. He had run into a crying girl and asked her what was wrong. He had then been told a life account of a girl who had been lead to believe a boy had liked her, until he had asked out her best friend. He gently nodded, patting her back, and listening, saying nothing, until she had announced that he was a miracle worker and how their talk- she seemed to forget that he had said absolutely nothing- had been exactly what he needed. She gave him a huge hug, told him some girl would be lucky to have him, and skipped off.
He moved on from that, a little tired, his ears ringing. He decided to go to the library, where he sat with his acquaintances, Cynthia and Albert. What he didn't realize was that they had been dating and were in the middle of their first fight. He instantly became their negotiator and he had to listen to things about his friends he really did not think he needed to know. He saw Roger enter, smirk at him, and move on to flirt with a girl he had been cozying up to for the past few weeks. He reminded himself to hold it against him and then proceeded to tell Cynthia and Albert that they seemed to be overrreacting and they should be enjoying each other's company. He left them so they could have their game of tonsil hockey in peace.
Roger was having fun as he flirted with the girl, who seemed to be giggling incessantly. Logan raised an eyebrow as he looked over at his friend and Roger dropped his hand, flicking his wrist to indicate Logan should be going. Logan rolled his eyes and left the library, the shelter that had become more of hellhole than anything.
He decided he could go and write his letter to Rue, his little sister. RJ had been sending him more and more letters this year and he was fairly sure she was getting ancy to come to Hogwarts. She was only a year away and he knew her excitement was almost too much to bear. Ruana, his mother, had been explaining that RJ was continually babbling about how when she was at Hogwarts... From the sounds of it, Ruana was about ready to ship RJ off to Hogwarts early, the girl was so adamant about talking about it. That would never happen though. RJ was Logan and Ruana's world. She reminded them both so much of Logan's deceased father. She looked like a mini Ruana, the way that Logan looked like a masculine version, but she had her father's light eyes, his lopsided lips. They treated her like a little princess and she responded in kind, so it was not surprising that sometimes she could be a little much... it also wasn't surprising that she more often than not got away with it.
Yes, he could write her a response. He found an empty classroom and walked over to a cluster of abandoned desks and pointed his wand at the desks. Dust flew off and rose into a crowd, before settling again. He sighed. He was not the most brilliant student, but he did try. He found a rag and quickly wiped down the desks, not willing to sit at a grimy desk if he could clean it.
Once the desks were looking less fungi infested, he sat at one and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill out of his school bag. He began to write RJ. Hey, how are you? You're letter really cheered me up. I didn't do to well on a Herbology essay but your the jokes from that new joke book were actually pretty good. Tell your friend Jenny that the book was a good Christmas gift. Speaking of, what else did you get? That 'friend' Matt of yours usually gets you pretty interesting gifts. What's Mum think about that, huh? I'm kidding of course... No need to kill me. They took down the Christmas decorations here, but the food is still good. I'm telling you, that will be your favorite part of Hogwarts. Hands down.
He paused in his letter and sighed. He was feeling exhausted from the day. He assumed it was from having to help the at-odds couple and the heartbroken girl, but his days were usually filled with helping people with their problems, usually regarding relationships as well, but today felt a little worse than usual. Maybe it was because when it came down to it, he didn't even have anything to complain about. Relationships in his life were fairly nonexistent. And when he was upset, he was on his own. Roger was a good pal, but he had no idea how to handle a hormonal friend. He usually said, “Sorry, mate... Want to take a swing at me?”
Logan sighed and looked back down at the letter. Best not to focus on his problems or even worse- his lack of them. Instead, he picked up his quill and decided to go into depth about the food at Hogwarts for his little sister who was becoming more and more obsessed with the magical school. When in doubt, worry about other people... That was what he always said...
by Logan Luzio Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:25 am