aberforth gawain werian michael dumbledore (goatwhisperer) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-08-16 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-aberforth dumbledore, x-arabella figg |
Who: Aberforth Dumbledore & Arabella Figg
Where: Smuggled
When: Saturday Morning
Summary: Making friends? Bonding over muggle things?
Rating: Low.
As a rule, Aberforth didn't really need much to survive. He never had. He rarely indulged in expensive items, had very few hobbies, and was about as frugal as frugal got. That being said, his entire life had basically been turned upside down coming here. Not only had his entire worldview been completely rewritten, but everything that he had to his name was just gone. He didn't mind, of course, not if it meant having his family back. It just made adjusting difficult. His coping mechanisms were absent so he let himself get lost in his work and returned to his cottage only to sleep. There was nothing to clean, not that he was one for cleaning even as a means of coping. When he finally had a bit of time to do something about his blank canvas of a living space he went to the one shop that caught his eye on his way to work. Smuggled. It even had muggle in the name.
Over the years, Aberforth had grown accustomed to living his life without magic. He felt safer that way, as backwards as that seemed to some people. He knew what people thought of him because of it, but he had never really cared about what people thought. No one knew the whole story. Not back home, and he was unaware that people knew it here. He just felt safer. He spent the remainder of his teenage years and his twenties in the muggle world for the most part so it gave him comfort to have a bit of him here. He needed a few things for his place and he figured he might as well start there. He didn't even think to wonder just how much had changed since 1920, but the answer to that question revealed itself as soon as he stepped through the door. A lot.
So much had changed, and Aberforth didn't know where to start. What was a microwave oven? Toasters had only come out last year and yet there were now a million different models. What the hell had happened to radios? He found himself standing in front of the display for coffee makers trying to figure out when they had gotten so complicated. He knew he probably looked all sorts of lost, but really who could blame him? It was like walking into the future which was precisely what he had done.