"Let's go then" malfoy words barely connect to my brain as we start walking away, toward the door that opened.
I just.
I just can't understand what's happening, damn, I feel weird.
Not weird in the sense where I feel like I'm underwater. Unable to escape. Unable to feel everything that's happening.
No. No, not like that. I'm still lucid.
I can feel the sand under me, shifting slowly as I take steps forward. I can hear malfoy steps doing the same just beside me. I can feel the small breeze on my face.
I can feel all of that, I'm lucid. I'm just...confused?
I think that's the best way to put it? I feel like I just got into a strange ass rollercoaster that make no sense whatsoever?
It's not like I can't SEE it, or FEEL it. No, like I said, I feel the weight on the shield on my left arm. Or the small dagger in my right, dry, palm. And I hear malfoy voice talking to me.
But it just feel weird.
"Worried for nothing, I swear" he shake his head, not aware that I didn't listen to the majority of what he said.
And that I'll still ignore him.
...what's wrong with me? Since when do you feel like that for some random...random words? I guess? What's happening for real? I'm not that emotionally weak am I?
Is there something I don't understand?
My coils move, they know they answer, I do too. But I crush it down.
Searching a better one instead. One that please me.
I turn my head and look at malfoy as he talk "as if something like that would lead to one of us fighting. Truly, they have a strange view of our relationship to say the least" he cross his arms, shaking his head with some kind of assured smile. Like he's just speaking a fact about...ABOUT SOMETHING THAT MAKE NO SENSE!
Fuck yeah they do. And fuck yeah I MYSELF AM! He's the only crazy one that understand what's happening.
A voice. Deeper than mine whisper in my mind 'I do too'
He looks sure of his dumb conclusion. The one I don't even know about?
Well. I think it's about me and him being the only one that get each other and we're addict to power or the best or whatever?
I give a side glance at my bloody blue arm as he keep rambling.
And that's just not true. At all? I just want to go home after all.
"This was a pretty good fight, we should do the same" he nod to itself, barely noticing that I didn't answer him even one time.
Am I really feeling like that just because I got into some beef with a random blond ass guy?
'Of course not.' I shut up my coils.
I focus my gaze ahead....well more like down. On the sand, just in front of me. My feet trailing forward, each step harder than the next.
It can't be right? I know it's not because of that. I just know it.
It's the whole shit, with this magic ass shit. The useless preparation. The time I took to get into the next door. The whole panic of this shit. The whole fact that I think I'm the only one that's taking this seriously.
My words sounds rehearsed. Carefully picking the parts I like, and throwing the ones I hate.
A glance over my shoulders reveal the three others figures getting smaller and smaller.
I glance at malfoy as he talk about how he like my plans.
Are they even real?
Stop.
Silence.
I just keep walking for a while as my thoughts dissapear. Silence radio. Not even a buzzing or a hyperactive thought to tell me it's silent.
Just.
Silence radio.
After this, I get some flash, of the whole system telling me they have been picked for me. Like I have been picked for them. But technically.
It could have sended me fake party members too right?
Wisely enough, I decide to ignore red flags again.
This is a bad path to walk on, the path of paranoia.
I don't like it.
I'll crush this one too.
"You always had this strange....mood around you" what the fuck is he talking about?
"What do you mean" he turn his head to look at me, and without losing a single second he continue. "It's pretty odd really. But you look" he stop before waving around at me, showing something around me.
He mouth a word, frown. Then try to rephrase himself "it's hard to describe. Since the first time we met, you always had this strange feeling around you."
What the fuck is he on about?
"Uh, I see" I nod at him. He nod at me, apparently thinking I got everything he wanted to say. His next words prove it.
"You get it." no I don't. And then he go back to talking about us? Doing shit? Sparring and all....
What in the hell is happening.
Strange aura about me? What even is this now?
Is he just using words? Like that? Trying to get some brownie points because we had a small fight a second ago?
I don't know. But the way the sand crack under me at least make me realize that this random comment brought me back to reality.
For some reason. A repressed part of my mind provide this.
[-700 mystical fear]
And then most of my mind. At the same time, provide that I'm just tense and seeing connections where they don't exist.
I was being extra careful because of magic. Yes. But because of that, now everything I can't explain may get thrown into the convenient case of 'I have magic boooo, it's because of it'
I need to be careful.
That's probably not it.
And then AT the same time my mind provide me with the knowledge that 'brooooo, you crazy and shit gotcha but someone talking to yoooou'
"Ludger? Ludger?" I stop mid step to look at malfoy, blinking at him.
He's staring at me.
Just like balrow did a second ago. What? Is he gonna say another crazy shit?
We just stare at each other for a while. Before he raise a single eyebrow "ludger?"
"Yeah."
He scratch the top of his head before nodding to his side. "So?"
Turning my head, slowly toward the right. To look at what he nodded.
I realize what he was asking.
Ah, he just want a plan.
To deal with 15 of those wooden guys.
WAIT 15!?