Polarize ➳ Castiel

føur ➳ nøstalgia

    "Ex, there's an ice cream shop!" Patrick shouted excitedly, "We gotta have ice cream. My Mama used to buy me mint chocolate chip when I was really, really little, and we'd sit outside and count how many red cars there were in the parking lot. I always won because my eyes were the quickest, but my brother always said it was because Mama let me win."

    He frowned at the end. "I didn't like my brother very much, but Mama said to always be kind to the people who are mean because you don't know what's going on up here." He explained, tapping his forehead.

    Exley  closed the lore book they had been reading before turning towards Patrick, ready to tell him to shut up. However, something stopped them. Patrick looked as if he was at peace -- it was something in his eyes -- and Exley watched as this darkness that had enveloped him dissipated.

    "My brother went to heaven, I think. Mama said that he was very angry and sad and that he didn't know how to get rid of that sadness, so the sadness took over him." Patrick continued, playing with the hem of his blue, cotton sweater, his eyes darting from side to side. 

    "I'm sorry." they murmured, setting the book down on the bench.

    "What're you apologizin' for?" he asked, tilting his head. "It isn't your fault he said goodbye. But you know what you should be sorry for? Not getting ice cream when it's the warmest day of winter."

    They blinked. "It's sixteen degrees."

    "Still warmer than fifteen degrees." Patrick countered, a bright smile on his face. "C'mon, Raphie won't smite us for getting something to eat."

    Exley let a little smile surface before stuffing the book into their backpack and following Patrick into a little ice cream shop. "Alright. . ."

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   Parker tapped her pen nervously as Professor Hardenne passed out the final, casting furtive glances at Sean Li to gauge his reaction. If he lifted an eyebrow, the rest of the class was absolutely screwed. If he pushed his glasses up his nose, she stood a bit of a chance. If he wrote his name in that loopy cursive of his first, then the test was manageable.

  Sean Li dropped his pen.

   "Crap," she hissed, scowling as Professor Hardenne's face lit up like the sadistic Christmas tree she was; it was considered a miracle when an instructor managed to solicit a response from Sean Li.

   "Miss Lancaster," the woman said, an undertone of smugness underneath a layer of professionalism. "I do hope you score better than the last exam. You're letting Mr. Li catch up to you." She then handed Parker a thick packet of paper.

    Narrowing her eyes, she focused on her professor's pen, sending it flying towards Ashley Matthews. She smiled in satisfaction as Professor Hardenne's cheeks became a slightly pinker, and then focused her attention back on the test.

    As the exam dragged on, she could feel her remaining energy drain away. She could almost hear Castiel's scolding tone in her head, reminding her to not waste her little energy on trivial things. 

    Parker laughed quietly; she supposed sending a pen flying was considered trivial. Shaking her head slightly, she focused her attention back onto the complex problems. The mathematics weren't too difficult; however, the way the convoluted way they were presented made them seem impossibly difficult.