Anthony Jacob Goldstein (aj_goldstein) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-10 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony goldstein, roth mulciber |
Who: Anthony Goldstein and Roth Mulciber
What: Therapisting
When: Saturday, mid-morning
Where: Roth's office
Rating: TBD
Anthony wasn't sure he was making the right choice. He didn't want to be the kid who relied on the therapist for all his answers, but he didn't know what else to do. And, well, he had felt better after going to see Mulciber last time. It had only lasted a few days before he started to scratch the skin on his arms raw, but he had felt better for a little while. Now though, now he had a whole new set of problems to get off his chest.
He no longer felt like the whole virus was his own fault. Getting it himself had changed that idea. But now he had no magic and he wasn't handling it correctly. At least, he didn't think so. Within hours of waking up and realizing he had no magic, he had gone and asked his boyfriend to marry him and gotten himself drawn into conversation with Lucius Malfoy because he couldn't make up his own damn mind. He was pretty sure he was having some sort of feelings for Kevin. And he was pretty sure that asking Justin to marry him had been his way of proving to himself that Stephen was wrong about love in general being a muggle thing.
And then Stephen had showed up back in the dorms yesterday, letting Anthony see him for the first time since their fight, almost two weeks ago. Maybe more. And something was wrong. He wouldn't tell Anthony what it was. So, obviously Anthony was worried. And he was going to take that in and he was going to make it a part of his problems and it was going to eat at him.
So, basically, Anthony was confused about everything again. He had actually made himself bleed, sitting in his room, not realizing he was scratching himself at all until he felt the warmth of his blood under his own fingers. Within minutes he was up and stalking the halls of the castle to the rooms where Mulciber kept his office. He hadn't bothered to change out of his pajamas, he still had his yellow blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but he signed his name to the first available spot on the sign in sheet and waited for the chance to enter the office.