andrew kirke (kirkes) wrote in caged, @ 2013-12-22 13:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-12, [ narrative ], andrew kirke |
WHO: Andy Kirke & family
WHEN: Saturday 21st December [backdated]
WHERE: Andy’s home
SUMMARY: The first morning at home
RATING: G
STATUS: Completed
The journey from King’s Cross had been made almost entirely in silence, Andy and his father choosing not to speak to one another about much at all. There was some muttering about his progress reports; no detentions, too much messing around, probably spending time with the wrong types of people. Andy’s father seemed to have taken an even harder line on keeping Ministry-approved rules as a value within their family. As soon as he’d got to the house Andy had mumbled some excuse about being tired and wanting to go to bed, keen to avoid any awkward conversation. Hi Dad. This term was donkey balls. I’m still angry. I miss my friends, even if they are the wrong type of people. He awoke early on Saturday morning, finally noticing the changes to his room. His father had ripped down his Muggle football posters after his mother had left, and his pinboard had been mostly bare since then. Now it had a small wreath of tinsel, almost like the shiny little things that his mother used to decorate the house with, and a strange picture. Andy frowned, stepping closer to see what the picture was. A hand-drawn childish crayon animal - Andy tilted his head trying to work out if it was a duck or a horse - and an equally childish smiling face. Andy knew that neither he nor his father could draw, but this was another level of bad. He found another tinsel wreath on the front of his bedroom door and as he reached out to pull it down he started to remember other things. His mum adored Christmas, and refused to let his dad use magic in any of the preparations. Her Muggle Christmas celebrations always had to be intact. The last couple of Christmases had been flat affairs, a sullen Andy barely speaking and instead mulling over the reasons to hate his mother while he ate overcooked turkey. She’d left them. She didn’t care. She was scared of magic… the list went on endlessly. Hearing voices from the kitchen Andy went to investigate. Maybe this was the stupid guest that his father had been so cryptic about. With the decorations he’d started to think, or hope… But it couldn’t be his mum, it never would. Andy tried to keep denying his hopes as he pushed open the door slowly on his father and no, not his mother. His heart sank, and until that moment he hadn’t realised just how much he missed her. Instead there was a small girl sat up on a chair, bright-eyed and with dark curls tied with a ribbon of tinsel. Andy stared at the stranger, confused, before he finally cleared his throat to alert them to his presence. “Andrew! Surprised to see you awake so early!” Unable to find his voice, Andy was still staring at the girl. Not caring if it was rude to point, he motioned towards her as though demanding an explanation. “Lucie?” His father addressed the child, ignoring Andy for a moment. “Lucie, this is Andy! I told you, remember! Andy’s your big brother.” His dad looked up over at him, catching his eye and giving him a pointed look. “Nadia found her, um, levitating snails and brought her to stay here.” “For how long?” Andy’s first words spoken that morning were a demand, too confused and angry to even react properly. What was going on?? “Indefinitely, I suppose... She didn’t say. We didn’t talk, she just-” “Left? Again?” Andy asked bitterly. His sister had been a baby, a baby he’d only met once before they’d left. He had one picture of his mother left, holding baby Lucie from a few weeks before she’d taken her away from them. He stared, unable to find more words. His father shook his head a little, signalling to not make a scene, and Andy moved slowly towards the kitchen table. His questions would have to wait. “Alright, Luce,” he nodded at the small girl, not too angry to want to forget about breakfast. |