Reinforcing Shields (Term 3, Year 5)

The only way could describe how he was feeling was that he was in a sort of fugue state. His body and memory knew where to take him when he needed to go, but the teenager found his thoughts straying. It was as if he was viewing things from behind a cloudy window. There was a fog in his head and it wasn't so much blank spaces where things should have been, it was more like all his memories of the past year had been altered. All his other memories were perfectly fine as were the ones after he woke up. Prior to that it was as if the memories of that year had been given to a toddler who played with them like they would modeling clay. Stretching them, twisting them, and mooshing them together in a haphazard way.

After Ciar had told him what had happened, Ren had searched his confused and bemuddled mind. Not liking that a seven year old had been able to incapacitate him nor the fact that he'd been able to touch his mind, Ren disliked the feeling of failure. It had strengthened his resolve to work ahead on the Occlumency subject so that it wouldn't happen again.

Not wanting to show weakness, Ren sat at his seat in the classroom and slowly shut his eyes. He'd go to the library after class and see if there was a book about sorting memories. Perhaps the professor might have a book about that?

Opening his eyes when he heard the chair scrape across the floor as someone sat next to him, Ren being polite and because he honestly didn't know where they were at in the lessons asked, "Do you know what we'll be doing today?"