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Michael Abbott ([info]particularity) wrote in [info]incanesco_rpg,
@ 2011-08-16 23:24:00

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Who: Michael Abbott & Aaron Watson
What: Trying to write thank you notes
When: Night, November 16
Where: The Great Hall
Rating: G?

After the tables had been cleared and the floors cleaned when supper was over Michael Abbott returned to the Great Hall. He had a few quills, a pot of ink, and a stack of his finest writing parchment with him. On top of that there was a determined look on his face, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. The air of a boy who meant business definitely hovered around him. His birthday had been four days ago, and he had not sent to a single person any acknowledgment of their gift, apology, or admonishment. That needed to change. The last thing he wanted to be thought of as was a rude person. Then again, he wasn't entirely certain that his little tirade from Thursday hadn't already proved him that.

Taking a seat near his usual area of the Hufflepuff table, glad to have finished his homework early enough that he had time to work on his thank you notes, he set his quill to paper and began writing away. Fortunately he had remembered to look up an erasing spell before coming, because sheet after sheet was written then cleared. It was going to be a long night. Hopelessly he lifted his eyes, looking around for any sort of company he could find.


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[info]justanother_
2011-08-17 05:45 am UTC (link)
Aaron had been walking around the school grounds thinking for a good hour or so. The day where he had broken down and told the school about his father was still hanging over his head; in all honesty he hadn't meant to tell anyone. Aaron still wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to know, admitting something like that to the whole school was not routine for him. He had been reflective since that day and had taken to walking around the school and grounds to get away from people with whom he would be inclined to talk. Yes, it was a little anti-social for him to act like this, but it was his choice. After the hour outside at night Aaron was freezing and he decided to go back inside for warmth. The light of the Great Hall caught his eye, so he decided to go in just for a moment.

Aaron immediately spotted a determined Michael sitting at the Hufflepuff table alone. Aaron told himself to return to the Ravenclaw common room and get an early night sleep. This way he wouldn't have to talk to anyone, but Aaron's body did not listen to his head. Against Aaron's nagging feeling for time alone, he slipped between the tables and sat down across from the other boy. "Hi, Mikey" Aaron said softly and smiled. "What are you doing?" Aaron peered over at the stack of parchment Michael had.

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[info]particularity
2011-08-17 04:17 pm UTC (link)
People had regrets about that Thursday. Michael was sure of it. Considering he'd received apologies from Lily and Isaac, well, that was proof. What made him feel worse than any truth he had said, anything that had come out about him, for he actually was not sure how many people Hyperion had sipped around regarding the two of them, was that he didn't really want to accept the apologies. They were a good, kind gesture, but he wasn't sure he trusted that the people really were sorry so much as social protocol called for an apology. After all, they had certainly seemed to believe what they were saying. And what did it matter to them if he came off as purist? He'd been so caught up in his own problems that he'd failed to notice the angst and anguish in those closer to him, which would only serve to eventually make him feel worse.

Hearing footsteps nearing him, Michael looked up, surprised to see Aaron sitting across from him. He offered a warm if somewhat tired smile, and he sat up a bit straighter; his posture was awful whenever he wasn't paying attention to it. "Aaron, hi," he said softly, setting his quill down and wiping his inky knuckles on his robes. "It's good to see you. All right then, mate? And as for me, I'm trying to write thank you notes for my birthday. I feel like I'm behind on it. But it's not going very well. I haven't completed a single one."

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