Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 14, 2018 23:06:01 GMT
Feliciano Vargas is not considered to be a particularly bright person. An average student at best, no one would confuse him for any particular genius. Though he was a fair flyer, he certainly didn’t appear to be a Quidditch prodigy either. A bit of crybaby, most don’t consider the Slytherin to be worth much of anything. And if Feli was to be perfectly honest, they were probably right. His own family found him to be of little worth, after all they had their leader in Feli’s brother. If his parents couldn’t find much use in the youngest Vargas, it only made sense that his classmates wouldn’t either. Maybe there was a reason for that, no one thought to rely on someone so flighty, so emotional.
Still, that didn’t mean that Feli wanted to let his friends down. Despite what many might think about him, Feli cared deeply about the people who had welcomed him into their lives. And of those, his classmates certainly ranked as such people. Alfred in particular had always been a favorite compatriot of his. Feli couldn’t help but be drawn to the boy’s charisma. From the first time they’d met, Alfred had been upbeat, cheerful, but more than that, kind. Kind was something far too rare in the world, as far as he could tell. Alfred never failed to defend Feli from any bullies , always covered for him when the boy fell asleep in class. So when Al started seeming more and more concerned about his weight, Feli knew he had to do something to repay Alfred for everything he’d done to him.
Feli’d first noticed it midway through there first year, Alfred had gone from keeping up with him in every meal to eating less and less. At first Feli chalked it up to stress, apparently some people could lose their appetite when stressed out, not that Feli could relate. But after catching Alfred frowning at his reflection when they were changing, or pinching his own cheek when they were brushing their teeth at night, it didn’t take a detective to figure out what was bothering the boy. Feli could kind of understand. Compared to some of the other students, Feli was always a bit pudgy, however he loved food far too much to worry about that. Still, after seeing how gaunt Alfred appeared when he’d returned from the summer vacation, Feli knew he’d have to act.
And so, Feli found himself with a basket full of freshly baked goods sneaking into the dorm. It was more or less deserted, most of the other students were in the library, studying for the first Charms test of the year. Still, Feli knew that he’d find Al there, and sure enough, there he was, crouched over the Transfiguration essay that they’d both been procrastinating on.
“Al! Buena Notte!” He plopped down beside him, setting the basket on the table. “How’s that essay going? I still need to work on mine, but it’s so boring!” He laughed and propped his chin up on his hands, beaming up at the boy. “I thought we could work on it together, I even made some treats for us to share, what do you say? Just don’t tell the Prefects, they’ll yell at me if they find out I was in the kitchens again.”
He was talkative as usual, but this time there was a reason to it. Hopefully Alfred will feel like listening tonight, because Feli was there on a mission.
~~~~~
Alfred F. Jones
Still, that didn’t mean that Feli wanted to let his friends down. Despite what many might think about him, Feli cared deeply about the people who had welcomed him into their lives. And of those, his classmates certainly ranked as such people. Alfred in particular had always been a favorite compatriot of his. Feli couldn’t help but be drawn to the boy’s charisma. From the first time they’d met, Alfred had been upbeat, cheerful, but more than that, kind. Kind was something far too rare in the world, as far as he could tell. Alfred never failed to defend Feli from any bullies , always covered for him when the boy fell asleep in class. So when Al started seeming more and more concerned about his weight, Feli knew he had to do something to repay Alfred for everything he’d done to him.
Feli’d first noticed it midway through there first year, Alfred had gone from keeping up with him in every meal to eating less and less. At first Feli chalked it up to stress, apparently some people could lose their appetite when stressed out, not that Feli could relate. But after catching Alfred frowning at his reflection when they were changing, or pinching his own cheek when they were brushing their teeth at night, it didn’t take a detective to figure out what was bothering the boy. Feli could kind of understand. Compared to some of the other students, Feli was always a bit pudgy, however he loved food far too much to worry about that. Still, after seeing how gaunt Alfred appeared when he’d returned from the summer vacation, Feli knew he’d have to act.
And so, Feli found himself with a basket full of freshly baked goods sneaking into the dorm. It was more or less deserted, most of the other students were in the library, studying for the first Charms test of the year. Still, Feli knew that he’d find Al there, and sure enough, there he was, crouched over the Transfiguration essay that they’d both been procrastinating on.
“Al! Buena Notte!” He plopped down beside him, setting the basket on the table. “How’s that essay going? I still need to work on mine, but it’s so boring!” He laughed and propped his chin up on his hands, beaming up at the boy. “I thought we could work on it together, I even made some treats for us to share, what do you say? Just don’t tell the Prefects, they’ll yell at me if they find out I was in the kitchens again.”
He was talkative as usual, but this time there was a reason to it. Hopefully Alfred will feel like listening tonight, because Feli was there on a mission.
~~~~~
Alfred F. Jones
