Elijah Carthy
All the world's a stage
Tue Jan 2, 2018 17:12
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Elijah was knee-deep in studying for everything under the sun. It was vital that he do well in his final year of RMI and honestly, he was panicking. He hadn’t been sure what he was going to do once he’d graduated, but it had all come together in the last year or so. He was going to be an auror, or at least, he was going to try to be. Having new connections to pureblood families tended to help a little, but Elijah didn’t really know if he wanted to use those influences. For most of his life, he’d been Carthy and had fought for everything that he had achieved so far. Doing it any other way seemed like cheating himself of something important.

To a certain extent, he felt like he was drowning. Everything had been heaping up on him and it was overwhelming. He wanted to rewind a few years and have more time knowing what he wanted to do. It would make everything a lot easier. But it wasn’t a possibility unless he got his hands on a time turner and obviously that was even more impossible. It had become much more obvious to him recently that he wished his life had remained simple. He yearned for his first years at Rocky Mountain, the ones where he was pleased to be able to learn magic and make new friends and learn who he was supposed to be in the world. With everything that had happened in the last two years, he didn’t even have an inkling of who he was. Apparently, there were two versions of him – a Carthy and a Weiss – and he didn’t know how to combine them, if they could be joined at all. If he wanted to know who he was going to be, Elijah needed to know who he was first.

Of course, that was easier said than done.

One of the few bright spots in his life Camilla at the moment. He’d spent years with an unspoken crush on his best friend and suddenly they were an item. She understood and wanted to help him through what he was going through. That was something he was appreciative of, but at the same time, it made it all harder. As much as he loved her, she had gone through a different introduction to the pureblood world. Well, more of a re-introduction for her. Elijah had been thrust into with very little preparation and he was trying his best to keep up. Yet, she still stood beside him regardless of how stupid he got about the thing. It just made him smile.

With everything that was going on, he just needed a break. A break from the studying, from his girlfriend, from everything really. He’d paced his room in Cetus for some time, even tried to run laps on the Pitch to no avail. Eventually, he just wandered around the school and eventually found himself in the theater. He sighed and wandered up to the front row. The seventh year sat down in one of the seats and stared at the dim stage. It was strange that in a short period of time he would never be up there as a performer again. There were lots of things that Elijah would never get to do again and he was strangely detached from it all. Life was moving on and he didn’t really feel sad about it. Overly uncertain, yes, but not sad. He just wished it could be simpler. With a sigh, he tilted his head back to look at the overhead lights.

“All the world’s a stage,” he muttered aloud to himself, mind still on the future. “and all the men and women merely players.”

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