Who: Eddie and Susan What: TBD When: Sunday evening Where: Around Hogsmeade, maybe one of their places? Rating / Status: TBD / In progress
Eddie was tired with being sober. He'd lasted the whole day without a single drink in his system or a single drug raging through his veins. It was not fun and now he was all but shaking to get some beer into him. Maybe a whole keg. Just tap the thing and he would sit in front of it and enjoy. He'd gone to see his parents who were thrilled to see him so alert. Like Roger had predicted, his mother had cried. Their kitchen staff had made a wonderful meal and, as always, Eddie got to listen about how he was ruining his life by his father. It had been a long, terrible time, in which, Eddie thought his parents had made out well in the end.
Eddie had to find a job. Something real to show he could support himself. Nothing like the tea shop, which fulled his need for alcohol and drugs. They wanted him to, well, go to school. As a muggleborn, he was sure this day would come. They wanted him to reach his potential, be a doctor for some needing nation or a kick ass lawyer or something. Eddie had no interest in any of it. But, well, his parents wouldn't pay for his flat anymore and he couldn't live like this, sober and clean and shaky. It wasn't going to happen.
Inhaling hard on a cigarette, Eddie made his way through the high street. His first stop of the night was the Three Broomsticks, where he would hit on Rosemerta or any other pretty thing that came in and he would get shitfaced. It sounded like a plan. Tomorrow he would find a way out of his parents grips. Maybe he could crash on Roger's couch and he, Roger and Will could just.. party all the time?