Kingsley "Too Soon" Shacklebolt (shackalack) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-12-07 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-12] december, kingsley shacklebolt |
Who: Kingsley Shacklebolt
When: 7 December, 1979. Slightly after 11 pm.
Where: His parent's home in Canning Town, London.
What: something
Rating: G
Status: Completed narrative.
"I'm 'ome!" Lalaine Shacklebolt's voice rang through the tiny council house in East London, audible even in the kitchen where Kingsley was rummaging through the refrigerator for something more to eat. "GARRISON WYATT!" he could hear her yell at his youngest brother, "Why aren't you in bed, mister? S'after eleven, innit? An' you've got school tomorrow!" "But Mum, Kingsley's here!" "An' likely cleaning me outta 'ouse an' 'ome too," she grumbled. "Now, off wif'cha." "But Muuuuum..." "NOW." Garrison scampered into the kitchen with Lalaine right on his heels. The boy started to give his older brother a hug, but right before his arms were completely outstretched he remembered himself and pulled back, sticking his fist out. Kingsley bumped it with his own before reaching out to grab his younger brother and pull him into a hug. "Get over here," he said to Garrison, "an' let me give you a noogie." Garrison yelped and squirmed out from Kingsley's arms, dashing out of the kitchen. "Night Kings!" he yelled behind him. Kingsley grinned as his brother ran off, but the grin quickly faded and he closed the refrigerator and sank back in a chair, looking up at his mother. Lalaine reached over and smacked him on the head. "Sit up straight, young man! 'Aven't I taught you better than that? 'Ow're the rest of the Aurors going to respect you if you slouch like that?" "Sorry," Kingsley muttered, sitting up rubbing his head. "Where's Sterling?" "Out wif 'is friends - 'is curfew's not for another hour. 'An your father's workin' midnights these days." Mrs. Shacklebolt crooked her neck, looking closely at her son. "Somefing's wrong, innit?" Kingsley nodded. "This... might seem a bit outta the blue," he admitted apologetically. "But it's kinda not. I've told you a bit 'bout the political unrest, 'ow we've been 'aving some problems with a faction o' dark wizards but... it's much worse than I've been sayin'." Lalaine crossed her arms. "Whaddaya mean, Kings?" "I mean... we're in a war. War between a bunch of rich bastards with no morals an' us, an' it's gettin' worse. I didn't want to tell you, but s'just getting worse." His brows furrowed and lines appeared in his forehead, something Lalaine had never seen before. An unsettling feeling set over her as she realised how incredibly serious her son was. It was weird to see him as an adult, she thought - an adult she could no longer protect. Well, at least she couldn't out there in that magical world. "Then you should move back 'ome," she stated. "Get yourself another job an' away from their war." She didn't understand the entire situation, Kingsley realised. There was no magical wall between the Muggle world and the wizarding world, and a war being in the magical world didn't mean it wouldn't affect the Muggles. He sighed. "S'not that easy. These people we're fightin' against, they're fightin' because they hate Mug- normal people, non-wizarding folk. They say people like me, folks with a non-magical background shouldn't even ruddy be allowed to learn magic or even 'ave a place in society. I can't just leave that!" He released his clenched fists, not even having realised that he'd clenched them. "Why not!?" Lalaine demanded. "They don't see what you're worth - smart boy like you - then they don't deserve you!" "I'm not giving in." "Yes you are, mister. You're quittin' your job tomor'w mornin' and comin' back 'ere an' they won't bother you ever again." "No, Lalaine," Kingsley finally shouted, knowing that using her first name would at least get her attention. It also made him sound remarkably like his father, but Kingsley didn't recognise this. He put his hand on his brow, rubbing his temples. "I can't jus' leave an' it'll all go away - it doesn't work like that. This 'as got bigger ramifications than jus' in my world, an' I didn't come 'ere to argue 'bout whether I should leave or not." Lalaine paused a moment to take everything in - Kingsley sounding like his father, his saying "my world," and the whole situation in general. "What did you come 'ere for, then?" "Don't get too up in arms about this right away but -- I want you to leave the country." He could tell she was already, she had that look on her face that said he was being ridiculous. "Wai-wait-wait, jus' listen. These people, they're horrible. They target families of people they don't like - my mate Grady jus' lost his entire family save his daughter an' nephew, Mum. I... I jus' lost someone else I knew two days ago, an' the amount of people this month alone..." It made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it. "I've put up wards - like magical shields - around the 'ouse to keep you somewhat safe, but you 'aven't got ways to protect against them. Guns won't work, knives won't work, the police won't work. Grady did e'rything he could to protect 'is family wif magic and..." He didn't finish. Lalaine looked pale. "You know we 'aven't the money to go away." "No, but I -" "No, Kings," his mother interrupted. "You know we won't take any money from you." "S'not a handout. It's me gettin' you outta the country because I've put you in danger. Jus' listen - I took out a loan. Between that an' some o' the money I've been savin' up, this'll be enough to get you to Spain or Canada or even Australia. Mum... please. I don't want anyfing to 'appen to you or Dad or Sterling or Garrett. I wouldn't be askin' you if I 'ad any other option 'ere." "Let me talk this over wif your father," she said quietly. "Now 'ow about I get you somethin' to eat?" "Can't stay tonight, I've gotta be someplace," Kingsley replied, getting up from the table. "Sorry." He leaned over and kiss his mother on the forhead. "I'll come back tomorrow." |