The Quiet Commonroom

[Ginny Weasly]

"Oh....Kylie....poor.....poor...Kylie..." Ginny said, her other hand, hesitently touching Kylie's cheek. She took a shaky shallow breath and willed herself to stop crying. She wiped at her tears.

"We should figure out what to do....with..her.."She said, speaking to Xaver, but still looking at Kylie. She withdrew her hand, now forcing herself to become emotionless.

[Xaver]

Xaver swallowed, and nodded.
"Should... take her home..." he uttered, his voice quiet enough, the dropping of a pin could have muffled it.

Xences had been right. Kylie's death was destroying Xaver.

Slowly, painfully, he reached foreword, slipping an arm under Kylie's back and knees, picking up her limp body, and cradling it against his chest. He bit his bottom lip hard enough that bled, just adding to injury as he stood.
He shivered, but expressed nothing.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy's footsteps came up from behind them. She put her arms around both Ginny and Xaver. "I'm sorry we couldn't help her." she said.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny resented Lavy's touch, she didn't like people touching her when she was happy, and she hated it now. But, although she could have shocked lavy, or thrown her off, she didn't. She stepped out of Lavy's grasp and turned to Xaver.

"Home being where you grew up?"

[Xaver]

Xaver shivered away from Lavy's arm, not capable of being touched by an unfamiliar arm that linked to an unfamiliar mind, and controlling emotions at once. He wouldn't lose himself, d**nit. For Kylie, he would never let the demons that lurked in the pit of his should, ever get to him again. They only awoke when he could control himself the least. And he was not, by any standards, in control of anything.

He looked over to Ginny, his eyes softening a little, though they never dropped that haunted, grief-wracked weight. Slowly, he shook his head.
"No..." he said softly. "Where Kylie did. When our Mother was alive. She liked back there the best when she was around. Kylie will be happiest next to Mother. She told me so herself, not two days ago..."
-I grew up on random battlefields, training encampments, and hotels,- Xaver continued, his words, though soft, slightly bitter. -Though I stopped by our Kingdom to be around Kylie and Mother, and the people once and a while, I never was allowed to grow up anywhere. It was just assumed I belonged. My father had places for his children. Kylie was the extra, I was the animal, and Xences was the pet. I finally took up residence there for one year. During which, my Mother passed, my brother left, and then my father passed as well.-

Xaver remained composed on the outside, though within he was shaking terribly. He hadn't meant to say that. He hadn't meant to give that much away.
A kid should be respectfully grateful. But being forced to be grateful for what you never had, wasn't fair. Being told that you should be grateful, only made one rebel.
Xaver shivered, the thoughts bringing up those old, long blacked-out feelings.
He hadn't meant to say so much. Xaver rarely talked about his past, but what did he have to lose, anymore? What was there left for him?
He looked up, watching Ginny suddenly. There was Ginny. He loved her. He had never been surer of that. Even as right then he wanted to throw his mind into an ever-lasting death, dispose of his bones into hell, and everything else into a deep grave, he remained sane. Or, as sane as he would ever be. His entire character loved her, but he wasn't completely certain she would ever want to return such strong the emotion after his composure broke, before it did, or ever, anymore. He just didn't know...

Xaver suddenly realized his shields were exclusively low. His thoughts were open just as much as if he had been speaking aloud. (He wasn't too sure he hadn't been, either.) Anyone, even little Kylie if she had still been there, would have been able to read every emotion and thought that came across his mind.

He sighed, but no color rose. He didn't really care. Those in the proximity probably deserved to know, even if they didn't want to, how stupidly his mind worked.
Xaver stopped there, arranged his thoughts, and set up a high mental barrier, enclosing any and every thought after that.

"You don't have to come," Xaver said slowly. "You'd probably be safer if you didn't. Our rituals are not that different from ones I have seen here. I'm going to find Kylie a place next to Mother. She'll find peace quicker there. And through that place, which was enchanted a good thousand years back, there might be hope I could speak to her my mind some day in the future. I have spoken to Mother before. I don't doubt Kylie will follow her lead..."

Xaver found himself rambling, but he didn't really care. He watched only Ginny's eyes, and the floor, suddenly looking like a worn out rag doll. There was blood still dribbling thickly from the wound through his shoulder, which he didn't, but probably should have cared about. Dried blood in a diagonal line across his lower lip, from where the now healed bit of flesh had opened. The shadows under his eyes suddenly looked deeper and more profound.
The shadows in his eyes, looked even worse.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny watched him as his thoughts floated around like a small child's. She put her arms around herself.

"No. I want to come. I think I'd feel better if I could come. If it's okay with you." She said, after clearing her throat. She looked at the ground now and closed her eyes then opeaned them, clearing her throat again.

[Xaver]

"It's okay with me."

He glanced at her blankly, then looked at Kylie, holding her close against his chest. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he looked up, his eyes were void of any emotion at all, his mind calm, cool, and dark. Empty.

"We should go now," he said absently.

[Ginny Weasly]

She nodded, steeling herself emotionaly.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy also nodded and stood, up looking around them once more.

[Xaver]

Xaver bowed his head, his powers reaching out to the two girls, and wrapping around them like a soft blanket, concealing everything around them in a haze of blue. Then, in an instant, his contact with them was gone, and they were standing at either side of Xaver, in front of two wide, thick dark wood doors. They were in a hallway, tiled with black marble, the walls painted a coral white, the ceiling high above them. Insanely high. Large, tall, rectangular windows dappled the outside wall of the corridor, a warm, bright light seeping in from each. It seemed fake, almost. Looking left or right, one only saw part of the corridor, before it curved around and out of sight.
Xaver clenched his teeth, and walked foreword, the doors opening at his will. There was a rush, and suddenly they were all surrounded by more than a dozen people, some with wings, some without.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny stayed at Xaver's right side as the people surrounded them. She kept her head bowed though, she wasn't sure she could watch the reactions they were sure to have when they spotted Kyllie's lifeless body.

[Xaver]

The room fell quiet, and still. Footfalls ceased, as well, it seems, breathing all together. For a pause, there was nothing but a dull heaviness. Then, in a quick procession, Kylie's limp form was taken out of his arms by a plump, sturdy house mother, and simply whisked away out the doors and down the corridor, followed by the rest of the workers beneath her reign. In what could have been counted as five seconds, the three were standing alone, again, in what revealed itself as a council 'room', an huge round, black marble table in the center of its enormity, but with mere wicker chairs around it. The room began, behind them, as part of the castle, but half-way through, became like an out-doors leisure meeting place. The far wall had wide, gaping windows between sheets of thin wood-substances, and there was a big gab, instead of a door. There was no roof on the far half, either. Behind that wall, were sheer rock caves, lush forestlands, and the occasional lake - all right there, in eye's view.
Xaver didn't say anything. He just stared, blankly, out one of the far windows.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny waited till the workers had elft before looking up. She ran her eyes across the room, swinging them to Xaver quickly.

"Hey?" She said softly.

[Xaver]

Xaver turned his head slightly and looked at Ginny, his expression forcibly unchanged. His eyes, though, never gained a razor edge whenever he looked to her.
"Yes?" he said, so quietly that a pin dropping could have muffled the sound.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Maybe you should go lay down or something. I'm sure the workers can do everything till it's time." She said, quietly.