LEON BLOEM

“Can you uh... tell Moaning Myrtle that you’ve never seen me in your life when she asks if you’d seen me today? I’m kind of... trying to avoid her,” Leon asked with a sheepish smile and ran a hand through his hair. It was true, he was avoiding the ghost girl because apparently, she thought that now he’s the perfect ghost boyfriend material.

“Oh!” If he was alive, he would have definitely jumped a little, startled by Lyra’s entrance since he didn’t expect anyone to be at the greenhouses at that time. “Hi there,” he spoke with a faint smile and let out a little sigh. “Just... trying to defeat physics, I suppose.”

Leon tried to ignore the boy and focus on his little big challenge but his voice kept ringing in his little ghost ears. “Can you just BE QUIET?” he asked, gradually raising his voice. He didn’t mean to snap but ther e were times when he just couldn’t control his reactions. “I’ve been dead for a year and a half, this is as good as it’s ever going to get,” he grumbled, letting out a grunt when he saw th other just snatching the flowers out of the vase. 

in all honesty, lysander was not the person leo wanted to see right now. leon felt so bad, so guilty about dying that he never planned to let his family and friends know he’s there, back as a ghost. “please don’t,” he whispered, shaking his head, unwillingly floating back and into the table as lysa got closer. “do not babe me, we’re not together anymore, lysander. i’m d e a d ,” he spoke in a voice harsher than usual but it was all just because he knew that he was going to be stuck like this, as this lifeless, shapeless creature until the end of time, while his family, his friends, his love were going to grow old and eventually die and then he’d just be left alone. he just thought that maybe if he acts harsh, acts like he doesn’t want lysa in his...afterlife anymore then maybe the other would have an easier time moving on.

“if Peeves can bloody do it, so can I!” Leon grunted as he tried his best to focus and pick up the two flowers. But they just went right through him. Leon let out an exasperated grunt.  All he wanted was being able to touch things again, to do all the things he’d been doing before his death -- making flower crowns, baking, knitting etc. But he couldn’t and the thought that he never will be was driving him crazy.