Absolutely, just take my place!
Sat Oct 28, 2017 01:25

Russell’s gaze went from the shoe, up almost to its owner’s face but not quite, as his eyes then spun immediately back down again to the hole beside where a matching (or mismatching; he was hardly one to judge) left shoe should’ve been. Oh, right. There had been a one-legged boy in his Potions class today. Actually the same boy as the new transfer student whom he had heard of from Heather - not intentionally, because she seemed to make a point of never speaking to him, but he’d overheard her gushing over his… face? Russell assumed face, because it seemed no one noticed anything else, but he had missed the details of it, because the older girl had barely finished a satisfied sentence on how they finally had some “decent” new meat when he’d dropped his bookbag and gotten their attention.

A missing leg, he hadn’t heard about. He had seen the boy around before, and Heather had mentioned him by name, so he theoretically knew that, too, if only he could remember. Roland? Nathan? Something along those lines. Anyways, Russell hadn’t seen him in crutches before, and Heather had said nothing about a leg which implied that she hadn’t seen it, either.

Suddenly realizing he was staring, he looked back up, face feeling even warmer than it had previously. Hopefully it hadn’t been too noticeable. That was one of the very few benefits of his dark sunglasses. (The other benefit was, you know, the whole seeing thing. He was quite intentionally facing away from the poolside right now, because the watery reflections were a nightmare, but there was still way too much shiny tile to give up his glasses.) “Uh, no, it’s just the common set. I mean,” he hastily backtracked, noticing how the queen put her hands on her hips and both white knights straighten up, their horses pawing the ground, “not common common, just… shared. For all the students.” The pieces relaxed. Russell did, too.

“A general?” His hand moved automatically up while he was thinking, but Russell caught himself in time before setting Jaws in his hair. Oh, that was such a hard habit to break! Instead, he set the mouse down in his lap, where it quickly began shimmying up the front of his cartoon-styled tee. This distraction meant he had to pick up his thoughts again where he’d left off, which was almost as hard as habit-breaking because of course it was. “I normally play just norm-- umm, Muggle chess,” he explained tentatively, hoping the pieces wouldn’t take offense this time. “The whole re, er, reciting directions bit, it’s not easy to pick up.” Because nothing was easy and everything was hard. Again.

“Black,” he answered. “Except he, or she, or it, threw the sword-” he pointed at the knight “-so I’m not sure where that leaves things. Maybe just a foul or whatever, since Jaws got in the way. My mouse,” Russell said by means of explanation. At this point, he should probably just start the game over anyways… and he couldn’t be rude. The other boy seemed like he wanted to play. That was probably why he’d stopped to ask so many questions. Well, that and the whole getting a tiny sword flung at him part of it.

Swallowing his nerves, Russell got out the question. “Didn’t you have a leg yesterday?” Oh no, that was really not the question he intended! “I’m so sorry!” he blurted out immediately, eyes wide in horror at himself (though, again, sunglasses, phew, but maybe it would be better if the other boy could see just how embarrassed he was, maybe he would forgive him then). “I, that, I was gonna ask if you wanted to play. Really. I didn’t mean that to come out. I’ll just… leave now,” he concluded, jumping up from his chair and nearly tripping over the legs in the process. Oh no, not legs again.

  • Room for one more? - Nolan Ramsey, Thu Oct 26 23:37
    The thing was that sometimes, if you wore a prosthesis every day, your leg stump got really tired of it, and you had to not do that for a day or two to give it a break. And Nolan had been wearing his ... more
    • Absolutely, just take my place! - Russell, Sat Oct 28 01:25
      • Where’s the fun in that? - Nolan, Sat Oct 28 23:48
        Wearing sunglasses inside was weird, Nolan decided, as the other student fumbled through the conversation. Nolan was pretty sure his name was Russell. He wasn’t bad with names. The chess set didn’t... more
        • .....This is fun? - Russell, Wed Nov 1 21:34
          At the other boy’s insistence that magical chess pieces were helpful, Russell almost wanted to roll his eyes, but that seemed rude (not to mention absolutely pointless) (and a bit painful, since... more
          • For me, anyway - Nolan, Fri Nov 3 15:27
            Nolan really didn’t see how chess pieces who didn’t do anything could be more helpful than chess pieces who knew the game and could give advice. Although he supposed if your chess set hated you they... more
            • I guess that means we balance out - Russell , Mon Nov 6 00:14
              The other student looked like he was going to burst out laughing at his pitiful explanation, and Russell could feel his face flushing with heat. He ducked his head, tucking some hair back behind his... more
              • Balance is key - Nolan, Mon Nov 6 17:15
                One of Russell’s knights just seemed to give up on life. Him and the horse he rode in on gave up at the same time, which Nolan thought was pretty lousy behavior for chess pieces. Could the school not ... more
                • I'm not an expert on it - Russell , Fri Nov 10 22:34
                  Russell felt almost proud of himself for almost two seconds. He had managed to explain himself and justify his disability label… label ling ... Well, the label, and the act of labelling himself.... more
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