Marius Black | Harry Potter (marius_black) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-25 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~marius black (marius_black), ~~pollux black (pollux_black) |
WHO: Marius Black and OPEN
WHAT: Feeling left out
WHEN: Friday morning
WHERE: On the streets and outside Cassi and Pollux's house
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Marius was an early riser. He always had been, but it had gotten worse since med school, when he'd gotten very used to getting very little sleep. He usually went to bed around one or two in the morning, and was awake by six, fully refreshed. Like any good physician, he had his healthy morning routine - a healthy breakfast followed by an hour walk, rain or shine. He wouldn't dare to criticize the lifestyles of his patients unless he practiced what he preached. He didn't smoke (he hadn't known in his day that it was as unhealthy as it was, but he couldn't imagine that pulling smoke into your lungs could possibly be healthy, he didn't drink, he ate healthy and he exercised. And physically, he felt very good.
He'd sampled several walks in Madison Valley since arriving, and the one he liked best took him down Jefferson, along the Riverwalk, then up Cragmont street to Main Street, where he returned home. He hadn't realized at first that it took him directly past Cassi and Pollux's new home.
He found his feet grow heavy as he began to pass it, heavy enough that he was forced to stop, and look up at the curtained windows with a deep sadness in his eyes. Should he ring the doorbell? No, they'd just be angry. They didn't want anything to do with him, especially with him calling on them on a Friday morning. Still, he couldn't seem to move on. His family was inside, his family. His older brother and sister who had raised him, and who he'd loved with all of his heart. He was a Black by blood, and he understood in some sense that it was impossible for his family to associate with him. Through no fault of his own (he'd tried, god, he'd tried), he'd been unable to cast even the simplest spell. He'd been luckier than some Squibs, it was true. He'd had Uncle Phineas, who'd helped him, and guided him in the direction of a useful and satisfying life. But there was always part of him who ached over his estrangement - no, an estrangement could be healed - his exile from the family who had borne and raised him.
He hesitated for a moment, and took a step towards the house, considering knocking to ask after Cassi's condition - it was an excuse, after all, wasn't it? And a legitimate one.
But no. He stopped before he knocked on the door, clenching his fist to his chest before turning around and back onto the sidewalk, his eyes dark with sadness. He would never be welcome here, and he knew it. Not ever. Not for any reason. He wiped his eyes before the tears could come, shaking his head as if to dispel the sadness.
"Not your family anymore, Marius," he muttered to himself. "Not your home."