Marius Black | Harry Potter (marius_black) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-26 06:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 november, ~40 points, ~~georgia mason (afterthendtimes), ~~marius black (marius_black) |
WHO: Marius Black and OPEN
WHAT: Thinking about family
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: The clinic
WARNINGS: TBD/Likely none
STATUS:: Open/Ongoing
Marius felt, for the most part, that he was settling quite nicely into Madison Valley. He’d found himself a useful occupation, he’d learned a great deal more about medicine than it felt he had even learned in medical school, and he felt himself to be a respectable member of the society here. It was a good feeling, and if his brother and sister hadn’t been there, it might have been enough to make him ,happy. How was it that they could make him feel so small, so worthless, even in the light of all of his accomplishments? He was a self-made man, and had a great deal to be proud of. He was who he was not because of his name, but because he’d worked hard, and perservered against a great deal of adversity. But every time he was in Pollux’s presence, or Cassiopeia’s...he felt like a worthless little squib again, useless because he couldn’t work even the simplest of spells.
He hated the feeling, partially because he was a proud man. He was a Black, after all, and even though he’d been blasted from the tree and disowned by the family that bore him, ten years of such an upbringing did not die easily. He was a Black, and always would be, and being so hastily cast aside burned his heart and his pride.
He had, for the most part, avoided his brother and sister while he’d been here. He’d spoken with them occasionally, but never for more than a few minutes, and only once or twice about anything important.
That had to change.
The problem was that he couldn't get up the courage to face them, even after all this time. Even though he was older than either of them, even though he'd become a success in his own right. He had so much to be proud of - and yet, it felt like he forgot it all the moment he saw his brother or his sister. He was just a shy little child again, ashamed of what he lacked.
He came into his clinic, taking off his jacket and hanging it where it belonged, warmly greeting his secretary as he did. He had an open clinic this morning until noon - he always wanted to leave time for any new arrivals before he started booking himself for the day. Not wanting to isolate himself with his thoughts again, he grabbed a cup of tea (disgusting, but better than nothing), and sat himself on one of the chairs in the waiting room.
"It's a fine morning, isn't it?" He said to nobody in particular, although he could, in theory, have been addressing his receptionist, or one of the nurses. "A bit chilly. It never gets quite this chilly this soon in London."