Who: Geoffrey and Open When: November 10, Early Morning initially but Geoffrey will be at the lake all day Where: Lake Why: Note, Angst, Stuff Rating: Low (Except for possible language later)
He didn't do these kinds of things, he wasn't good at it. Emotions, serious stuff, he just didn't get it. This...this sort of thing was the type of thing out of someone else's life. They were things that happened to movie hero super stars or the types of things you read in the prophet. They weren't real. They were never real. Never this close.
That was how Geoffrey kept living his life, by distance because those people that died in those articles, the people that disappeared or went into hiding, Geoffrey never knew them. They were just pieces of news he caught about random men and random women, all unfortunate in their demise.
It never had anything to do with him.
Not until now.
He held a note in his hand, adressed to him from his mother. It was simple and probably dangerous to send. "They're gone" it said, "they're safe" it read. And Geoffrey knew exactly what it meant. His dad was gone. He had taken his mother's parents and ran, where? Geoffrey had no idea. They had talked about this before as an emergency precaution but he had never thought it'd actually happen, and yet there it was, written down in ink.
He tightened his fist around the paper, feeling it crumple against him as he exhaled. He didn't know what to do, so he didn't do anything at all. He just waited and watched for the sunrise and wished someone would come and find him. Not that he would know what to say. He had never been very good at talking but that didn't mean he didn't like the company.
With a sigh and the continuous rising of the sunlight, Geoffrey pulled out his wand and whispered "incendio" as he watched the note burn, holding it with his fingertips until the flames nearly reached the end before letting it float down towards the water.