Jimmy Peakes is one hell of a Beater. (shortnbroad) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-10 06:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, dennis creevey, jimmy peakes |
Who: Jimmy and Dennis; later other friends.
What: Jimmy receives his marching orders. He is to return home.
Where: Hogwarts, eventually Hogsmeade.
When: Morning of November 10th.
Status: Ongoing/Open (soon).
Rating: Medium?
Jimmy's eyes fluttered open to the barest flickers of sunlight. It was still only a dull glow, a rosy hint of existence on the horizon. What he woke to was far more pleasant. His nose and mouth bumped up against Dennis' sleeping neck, his arm buried under the side of his boyfriend, completely dead. Dennis smelled nice. And a smile crept over Jimmy's lips as he pressed aside the weight of the day. He kissed the length of skin on Dennis' neck and rested his nose in the back of his hair for what felt like an hour.
But the weight of today's obligations were able to creep back in eventually. He'd cried himself out and thrown a picture through a window in his frustration. The rest of the time, he'd hoped to carry on calmly, with at least a little dignity. Jimmy was often seen as impulsive or easy to anger. And he was. But as he fumed about that in private, he decided they weren't constructive, and he would have to turn to a more effective means.
He hoped he'd be able to say goodbye to the people he'd miss the most. Jimmy shifted his arm out from under Dennis and kissed his cheek. "I'm not going far. I won't be gone long. I just want to see the sunrise," he whispered. He sat up and got dressed, intending for the lake. He looked at his school uniform and considered putting it on, but chose Muggle clothes instead. He'd decided he'd venture down to the lake to watch the sunrise. He checked over to Dennis to see if he'd risen, willing to wait but feeling the press of time.