@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
There were a lot of things that Tenta wasn't allowed to eat on the school grounds. Pretty much everything, really. But that wasn't the end of the world; there were other things to do besides eat. Especially when they'd just been kicked out of the cafeteria after lunch (it wasn't too upsetting to be kicked out anymore; it literally happened every single meal when they decided that the black hole child had eaten enough. or had eaten furniture again) and they at least remembered eating.
Satiation wasn't a concept that came easily or naturally to black holes, even halfbred ones. Cheerful entertainment did, though, or at least it did to this one.
Which led to Tenta being sprawled in the courtyard, unaffected by any discomfort from the ground since they literally had no bones, head propped up at ideal cloud-watching angle by the poofy mess of glowing red head tentacles that were often mistaken for hair.
It was also cold enough that there weren't a ton of people in the courtyard, and so there weren't a lot of people to notice the tiny child in their simple grey dress casually stuffing leaves into their mouth whenever they blew past on chilly autumn winds that held absolutely nothing on the bitterness of the endless stretches between stars.
Hey, Tenta remembered eating. That didn't make them not hungry.
There were a lot of things that Tenta wasn't allowed to eat on the school grounds. Pretty much everything, really. But that wasn't the end of the world; there were other things to do besides eat. Especially when they'd just been kicked out of the cafeteria after lunch (it wasn't too upsetting to be kicked out anymore; it literally happened every single meal when they decided that the black hole child had eaten enough. or had eaten furniture again) and they at least remembered eating.
Satiation wasn't a concept that came easily or naturally to black holes, even halfbred ones. Cheerful entertainment did, though, or at least it did to this one.
Which led to Tenta being sprawled in the courtyard, unaffected by any discomfort from the ground since they literally had no bones, head propped up at ideal cloud-watching angle by the poofy mess of glowing red head tentacles that were often mistaken for hair.
It was also cold enough that there weren't a ton of people in the courtyard, and so there weren't a lot of people to notice the tiny child in their simple grey dress casually stuffing leaves into their mouth whenever they blew past on chilly autumn winds that held absolutely nothing on the bitterness of the endless stretches between stars.
Hey, Tenta remembered eating. That didn't make them not hungry.
