InsaneJournal

RP: Still Angry?
Who: Lorcan, Dylan
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: November 19, 2024
Rating/Warnings: ?
Summary: Lori finally summons the courage to see Dylan.


He wasn't allowed at St. Mungo's until Monday. Apparently, even Healer Trainees had limits, and his supervisors felt he'd hit his. He supposed that falling asleep during lunch and missing his afternoon rounds with Healer McKinnon was good evidence of that.

"You need a break," she'd told him, not angry or disappointed, just concerned. "There's such a thing as being too dedicated, Scamander. You're on forced vacation until Monday, and are to get some rest."

He'd tried to protest, but nearly falling over hadn't impressed her any. She'd merely stared at him until he'd nodded, defeated. He couldn't exactly tell her that since his boyfriend dumped him, all he had was the hospital. And that wasn't true anyway. He had Sandy, and his other friends, but it wasn't the same. He hadn't realized how much of his time he'd spent with Dylan, until he couldn't anymore. All that was left was to fill the time with work, to try and ignore the emptiness in him.

He didn't know what to do with himself with all this time off. He'd cleaned the flat he shared with Sandy, and then done the same at his parent's house. Not that anything was dirty, but he needed something to do because sleeping wasn't working. Without work to occupy his thoughts, all he could think about was Dylan, and how much he wanted to be with him. And how much Dylan hated him.

Of course, it had been more than a week since their fight. Maybe Dylan had forgiven him. He had no way of knowing, unless he went to visit. He argued the pros and cons with himself for a full day, and finally the pros won. He made sure that the circles under his eyes were glamored, and was glad that the robes hid the fact that he'd lost some weight in the past couple of weeks. Easy to do, when you worked all the time and forgot about lunch and dinner.

Once he was satisfied he looked as good as he could, he Apparated to the front gate of Malfoy Manor. He took his time walking up the drive, planning out what he was going to say, and repeating to himself that he couldn't just throw himself at Dylan and beg forgiveness. For one thing, Dylan was ill and who knew how much worse he was now than last week. And for another, he wasn't sorry he'd said something, just that he'd broken a promise.

Finally he reached the house and nervously asked the House Elf to lead him up to the fourth floor. It was quiet up there, but he still knew which room was Dylan's. He knocked quietly, and chewed his lip as he waited for the okay to come in.