Sorin Andrejz Radoslav (pl_sorin) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-09 19:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, anthony goldstein, sorin radoslav |
Who: Sorin Radoslav and Anthony Goldstein
Where: Isolation
When: Saturday night
What: It's time for a reunion, of sorts, and Anthony has some 'splaining to do.
Rating: We'll see.
Almost two weeks. That was how long it had been since Sorin last saw Anthony. And the last he'd heard, something awful had happened up in Ravenclaw tower that Anthony seemed to be at the heart of, disturbingly. Then the mess over the journals. Anthony not speaking to him. Not explaining anything. Was Sorin wrong to expect more from the boy who'd claimed to love him? He didn't think so, which maybe answered the question of why he hadn't looked harder for Anthony or been to see him since the house lockdown was lifted. A student had been killed and another hospitalized. One of them was bound to be the other involved in Anthony's trouble. Then he wondered whether he was a little bit afraid of going near his boyfriend, because Anthony wasn't a killer. Nor was he cruel. Sorin finally came to the conclusion that someone was using his boyfriend as a puppet to commit these atrocities. He planned to find out their identity, but had little clue how to go about that in the current climate.
Now, however, it was time to talk. And Anthony would talk, whether he liked it or not. Sorin deserved at least the truth, if not a reason for just why Anthony felt he had to hide anything at this point. Sorin was stronger than that. He hoped their relationship was, no matter how much something hurt to hear.
That was why he found himself shutting the door to Amory Williamson's office, a tight-lipped smile on his face. He liked the healer, honestly. Amory seemed to believe that Anthony was a good kid and deserved to have visitors - albeit visitors stripped of their wands and encased in a shielding charm that would screech rather loudly if any force (including magic) was used with less than good intentions. A spell no doubt of Williamson's older brother's invention. At the door to the isolation ward, he whispered the password and slipped inside, quickly shutting the portal behind him.
"Rise and shine, Goldstein," he said quietly. "You have a visitor."