the displaced; ic

When I was a kid, there was only ever one path for me to take. I was my dad's back-up plan. We have this family curse, you see, where these asshole demons try to kill us because of my great-granddad, and the heir's the one with the power to send them back to hell where they belong. Willa was the oldest, so she got all the attention, and I was only worth something as a back-up in case something bad happened. So, of course, something bad happened. I was twelve, and I knew jack shit about what daddy had to deal with, compared to what he knew, anyway, and there wasn't anyone around to each us. I always figured I wouldn't make it to thirty, so what the hell did school or anything else matter? Barely finished high school, never went to college. Never gave a second thought to a future I wasn't ever going to have.

I don't have to deal with that damn curse here, so now I can't stop thinking about how I never had a plan for anything and I have no goddamn clue who I am if I'm not the heir. I liked it more when we were in space and I didn't have to think about any of this. How the hell does anyone decide what they're supposed to do with their lives? Shit.

I'm out of whisky.

Still trying to wrap my head around the whole [...] not at my wedding reception thing. Charlie, I heard you were here and that there weren't Death Eaters to worry about.

Is there anything to do while we're stuck in here? I don't have anything to read or focus on, which will probably drive me up a wall. I'm guessing that Fleur isn't here since no one mentioned her.