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anthony goldstein has a chart for this. (logiclogiclogic) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-13 23:29:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 11 2003, character: anthony goldstein, character: justin finch-fletchley

Characters: Anthony & Justin
Setting: 11 November (Tuesday) @ 6PM.
Summary: Justin wants to have a serious conversation with Anthony... for however long that lasts.
Rating: Let's see where this goes first?

Anthony found that after a pretty uneventful day at work, the best thing he could do to make up for it was to go back to his flat and enjoy having the rest of the evening alone. There were no distractions since he lived alone, and the worst that could happen would be if Terry or Michael decided to drop in on him and "cure" his loneliness. Loneliness he adamantly did not have despite what either man would claim. There was nothing wrong with enjoying time alone. Of course, Anthony would at least admit to himself that after all the years spent living in the full house that had been his childhood home, and then dorm at Hogwarts that he might have a little too much of a love for being by himself. But he didn't see how it was any bit unhealthy. At least, not any more unhealthy than needing to be out and with people all the time. He just had a preference, and that preference was for quiet.

Being alone made things quiet.

As it was, he was sitting on his sofa in the living room, a book on experimental charms open in his lap, though he had stopped reading what was one the pages at least a few minutes ago. It was as if, no matter how hard he tried, unless he happened to be in the middle of doing something, his mind always drifted back to those nightmares. Nightmares that had a very high probability of getting him killed within the next week if not the next couple of days. He didn't think about it often, or at least he tried not to, but that didn't make it easier to concentrate on other things. If he really had any other things to concentrate on, anyway. And that was probably Michael's whole point (but Anthony would die before he admitted that Michael had one).

"Whatever," he muttered under his breath. Hopefully this experimental dreamless sleep potion would work exactly the way it was supposed to and he wouldn't have to keep waking up, feeling as if it was him being tortured. It was a thought, at least. The most positive one he'd had in a few days.

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basilisk_srvivr
2012-01-14 04:54 am UTC (link)

Today, everything had changed for Justin.

He'd spent the day at home with his Mum, catching up on missed episodes of Eastenders and simply enjoying her company after his recent Bianca-sitting mission. Everything had been fine until she'd drawn up her shirt-sleeve to scratch an itch, revealing a dark spot on her skin. In a fit of panic, he'd asked her if she was having nightmares, and she admitted she had been all the while telling him not to worry.

But he did worry, more than ever after seeing the Prophet and the revelation that a Muggle had died, perhaps at the same hands as the rest of those who'd had nightmares. He'd immediately grabbed the cordless phone and called Heneage, Charles and Sarah, asking each if they'd been having nightmares and had the dark spot. Charles was the only one to say yes.

After the last phone call, his Mum had pulled him down onto the sofa as Mags entered with the tea service. She insisted he tell her what was wrong, and after Mags had left, he did. She'd tried to reassure him that the manor had excellent security, but he'd rightly argued that it wouldn't work against a witch. For a moment, it had felt like the Snatchers all over again. He'd tried to beg his mother to leave the country, but she argued there was no proof that whatever it was wouldn't get her elsewhere, and that in the end, she refused to leave Justin's side.

He'd wanted to run away as he had six years ago, but his father had died then as a result, and he refused to do that to his family again.

He'd needed to talk to someone, though, someone with Muggle family who would understand, that he could check with in a desperation to prove that his family were not the only ones targeted. Also, he needed someone to be reasonable for him, as he was so often the antithesis of reason, being one to act on emotion rather than logic.

And this is what led him to the door of Anthony Goldstein. He knocked - as ever, his usual 'shave and a haircut' - and unlike he did with Ernie, he actually waited for the door to be answered rather than simply strolling in.

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logiclogiclogic
2012-01-14 05:27 am UTC (link)

Anthony really, honestly, did not expect anyone to be stopping by his flat this evening. Of course, there was always that possibility that whoever it was had the wrong address and actually meant the next door down. He'd had it happen enough times, after all, that it wouldn't surprise him very much if it did. And, well, if it turned out to actually be for him, a part of him was actually, maybe, a bit grateful for the potential distraction. If he had a visitor, he could think of something else for the next several minutes, at least. Or he hoped. He didn't actually tend to get very many visitors.

Setting the book aside on his sofa, Anthony stood to his feet and quickly crossed his room to open the door for whoever it was. Upon seeing who it was, however, his eyebrows lifted in surprise. For one thing, he hadn't realised that anyone other than his family, Michael and Terry knew where he lived. For another thing, Justin Finch-Fletchley was probably one of the last people Anthony had ever expected to find darkening his doorway and he was sure that the expression he wore said as much, even if the tentative, "Hi?" he finally said after a few more moments didn't do so on its own.