Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Ernie? The name was familiar in the same way that the boy's face was, a ghost on the tip of his brain haunting some forgotten corridor of his mangled mind. The most puzzling thing about the not-memories was the association of everything Ernie with nothing but safety, happiness, relief. He had no idea why but he trusted it and the smile crept back for that. "Yeah, probably. That was a hard NEWT, I don't know how much of those classes I remember that wasn't what we were studying."
He hid in his whiskey again, knowing he'd pay for this with a headache and nausea at the end of the day; his various meds and potions didn't play nice with alcohol which was why he never drank it. He nodded that he frequented the pub often and hey, maybe that was just why he recognised Ernie - he didn't think the answer was that easy though. "Yeah, it's... it filled a gap, I think." he agreed, casting a quick glance around the place that had really, when he thought about it, had done and was doing a lot for the disjointed, scarred and traumatised generation that had gone through the end of school and a battle for the Wizarding World. He tucked a curl of his hair back behind his ear, already flush-faced from the Firewhiskey. "I listen to the pub quiz, hang around watching the chess games sometimes. I like the 'leave a book take a book' and I, yeah." he ended that there. He always felt a little like he didn't have as much right to be here as the rest of them did, painted with his father's crimes. "Do you get involved in anything here?"