Amala Dwivedi (culls) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-04-15 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: xbwl: matilda longbottom |
Who: Matty Longbottom & OPEN.
What: Random run-in! Drinking, commiseration, &c.
Where: Delta block's bar.
When: Saturday evening-ish.
Rating: Probably PG-13, for swears.
Status: INCOMPLETE.
She wondered if it was worse because she couldn’t remember anything from the past two days. Matty had woken up that morning with a crushing bout of homesickness that she hadn’t felt before. And why should she have? Her parents lived a couple of blocks away from her. Her older brother dropped by her flat every other day with the excuse that he had to make sure she didn’t drop dead and get eaten by her neighbour’s cat. Her younger brothers sent her Howlers each month just because they could. Matilda never, ever had a cause to feel alone. Yet, there she was.
Her natural response was to scoff at herself, throw off the covers and proceeded to attack the day and ignoring the feeling. But really, there was only so much distraction before she found herself mulling over her feelings again. What the fuck. Feelings. Alastor would totally tell her that she was going soft. At five o’clock, she finally gave up.
If she had to deal with whatever this was, Matty wasn’t going to do it sober. And, hell, no one was around to tell her not to. Such was how she found herself sat in front of her block’s bar with three empty pints of dark beer (which tasted like Guinness… but not quite) and nursing a fourth half-empty glass. At least she wasn’t crying, she sniffed as she rubbed her eyes. Tired was better than sad. Matilda could deal with tired. Homesickness was another matter entirely; it was unnecessary and childish and stupid and whatever. The most absurd thought surfaced in her mind—she wondered, she hoped that if a version of herself was still at home, that she’d at least make sure that her mum had the shifts at the Leaky covered for Sunday.