Adrian Pucey (theotherpucey) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-04 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: azriel pucey, character: stephen nott |
RP: Azriel & Stephen
Who: Azriel, Stephen
Where: Dragon Camp
When: 4th September, 2010
Summary: Azriel decides to use his house elf for the greater good, i.e. for getting coffee.
Azriel had spent the morning working on the dragons and determinedly avoiding talking to anybody more than necessary. The dark mood that had settled on him like a cloak the night before was yet to be shed no matter how hard he tried and so he had doubled his efforts that morning, working harder and faster than most of the others to get his tasks done, concentrating fully on what he was doing.
At lunch he grabbed some food and went back to his own tent, again avoiding talking. It was easier that way and besides, he had things to do.
"Floot."
No response.
"Floot!"
Crack!
Azriel's elf appeared in his bedroom and looked around nervously. Azriel wasn't fooled in the slightest; he knew Floot was far too inquisitive to have not come down before now. He would have just remained hidden until called. Azriel still felt like a first-class fool for not realising elves could go back and forth between Hogwarts. He had never needed Floot before now; his room was small and there wasn't much to tidy up but if his elf could go into the wizarding world and back... Well, that just changed things.
"You can remain in the castle for the time being. I assume you like it there with the other elves," There, he was being gracious. "But I may need you to run errands outside of Hogwarts. If I call you, I expect you to answer immediately."
He handed him a list of things to get. It was rather basic: good coffee, items for breakfast, items for dinner, a crate of Firewhiskey. Azriel had money at both of his houses that Floot could use too; he'd always made sure that his elf wasn't reliant on his being around since moving to Hogwarts. Since being bankrupted, Azriel had put a renewed importance on money and a portion of his salary was set aside monthly for expenses. He pondered adding items like a few extra tents but thought he should clear that with Charlie first.
Finally, he sent Stephen a letter. It was only a quick scrawl but it lifted his mood somewhat. After sending it - and telling Floot he could answer Stephen's calls too - he scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed. He needed to go to Haven or drink himself stupid. Receiving letters should not be the highlight of his day, especially considering he had and did enjoy working with dragons and hadn't truly thought of much else until receiving a letter on Tuesday. Stephen was... He was part of his past, maybe a part of his future but certainly nothing to do with his present.
Remembering that, however, was rather harder than he liked.
Getting up, he headed outside and back into the rain. He'd have to remember to discuss the tent idea with Charlie later.
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Dear Stephen,
I now can't drink Firewhiskey without thinking of you. This is pathetic and entirely your fault.
If you can't send Pipsy with letters, call Floot. He always liked you anyway. No taste, obviously.
Yours,
Azriel