Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodyfantastic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lockewood,@ 2012-02-20 16:37:00 |
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Where: Ernie's cottage
When: Monday evening, late
What: A chat to set everything straight
Rating/status: TBD / in progress
Zach wasn't looking forward to that conversation. For as late as his shift at The Whizzer ended, time seemed to rush past in a much greater hurry than it usually did. Usually, his shifts simply crawled by, and it had been Zach's hope that this shift would be much the same.
One moment, it was early afternoon, and the next, he was closing up shop and making his way over to Quills St. He contemplated sending an owl to Ernie telling him that he was tired and just wanted to go to bed, that he would talk to him tomorrow, but he was speaking to Cedric tomorrow, and one emotionally loaded conversation was enough for one day. He couldn't fathom going directly from one to the other without a few hours to mope in between.
It was freezing out, his breath clearly visible on every exhale. When the wind blew, Zach had to cover his eyes and rolled them in his head, feeling the cold press against the sides of his eye sockets. His eyes hurt, and he had the strong impression that the wind was trying to steal the breath right out of his lungs. It had never been so cold as in Lockewood, at least not in Zach's experience. Winters here were just mad. At least it didn't look like the snow was going to pile on like last year...
He didn't dawdle on his way to Ernie's. It was far too cold for that. As soon as he arrived, he knocked, and then hurried to stuff his hand back into his coat pocket before it froze. As cold as he was, Zach really did almost hope that Ernie had fallen asleep and that he wouldn't answer. Not that he was sure about... well, his feelings on the matter, but that didn't mean that he wanted Ernie to tell him that it had all been a mistake. That he regretted it. That he was sorry but that he had been drugged, as everyone else seemed to claim. But it was coming. Better to rip off the band aid, right?