Wayne Hopkins (pl_wayne) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-28 15:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dream plot, 1999 january, sally-ann perks, wayne hopkins |
Who: Sally and Wayne
When: BACKDATED TO MONDAY NIGHT
Where: Dreamland
What: Seeing the "future".
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Wayne stuck his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt as he walked along Diagon Alley. He had to pick up brushes today and a book Justin had ordered as well. Humming happily to himself, Wayne was the picture of ease and confidence. He and Justin were going strong and going on five years now. He was successful and he was happy.
Wayne wasn't looking for anyone and then, there she was. Walking out of the post office and looking exactly as he remembered her. With one exception. Wayne could see the sun sparkling off of the wedding ring on her finger.
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Sally had just walked out of the post office, having dropped of a package for Harold. She was smiling lightly, as always, and one of her hands drifted into the pocket of her jeans as she waited for her daughter. Once Anne had finally taken hold of her hand, she started walking down the street, only glancing up when she had to.
That was when she saw Wayne. Merlin, it'd been forever since they'd seen each other. She could only really stand there looking at him. What was she supposed to do?
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His mouth fell open. Sally... she had a kid. A daughter. A voice in Wayne's head told him that she should have been their daughter. He hadn't heard that voice in years. It had been silenced after he found Justin.
Taking a step forward, Wayne waved his hand in a half wave before walking up to her.
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Sally took in Wayne's shocked face. She looked down at Anne's questioning face quickly, and smiled. "Anne, you're going to meet an old friend of Mummy's alright?" after Anne nodded, Sally led the way to meet Wayne, smirking slightly. "Hey buttmunch." She could hear Anne giggle beside her, and her eyes automatically went to her daughter before going back to Wayne. "How've you been?"
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It took him awhile to answer. Wayne's eyes kept going back and forth between Sally and the little girl. He couldn't believe it. Her life had continued on without him. His life had, too.
"Uh yeah. I'm good. Busy. Who's this?"
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Sally nodded, "That good." Merlin, she didn't think it was possible dor this to get any more awkward. "This is my daughter, Anne." She could see her daughter grin up at Wayne and wave energetically with her free hand and she couldn't help but smirk before she looked at Anne. "Annie, this is Wayne. He went to school with Mummy and Daddy." Then she turned back to Wayne. "So, how was university?"
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Daddy. Harold. Wayne braced himself for the anger he expected to feel, but there wasn't any. He didn't feel his blood pressure rising. Odd.
Wayne grinned at the little girl. "Hi Ana-banana. Do you like drawings?" Wayne opened up the bag over his shoulder and dug through his sketches, finding a black and white sketch of a butterfly. A quick spell and the butterfly was flying all over the page. He handed it to the little girl with a grin.
"It was great," he said, looking back at Sally. "I only went for two years though. Then this gallery asked me to come work there and I started doing portraits." Wayne's entire life was art. Magical art.
"You? I mean, besides the obvious?" Wayne wanted to ask if she still hated him. He wouldn't blame her if she did.
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Sally smiled as she saw the drawing. She let go of Anne's hand,
knowing she would want to sit against the wall next to them and follow
the butterfly fly across the page.
Her eyes followed her daughter as she did just that, before turning
back to Wayne. "Oh, that sounds really great. I'm happy for you." She
was honestly a bit surprised how well he was handling this situation.
"Well, uh, obviously I got married. I played for the Harpies for a
year and a half before I had Anne. Now I'm a cursebreaker for
Gringotts." Sally smiled and shrugged, sliding her hands into her
pockets, trying not to let on how awkward she felt all of a sudden.
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It was the life he wanted with her. He never admitted it and especially not to her, but he was so in-- no. He had been in love with-- no.
He thought that he loved her. It had made sense. He was her best friend. He thought she was perfect, but he didn't love her.
"Yeah, I heard about the Harpies. Justin and I don't go to many matches. He takes me to fancy places and I force him to go to the arcade. Doesn't leave a lot of time for sports."
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For a second, all of Sally's emotions shone on her face. Regret, hurt, betrayal, before she forced a smile back on her face. She was sure Wayne wouldn't notice. She'd leanrned a poker face from the master after all, and he was the only one who could see through her anymore. Wayne and Justin were still together. "Does Justin not like going to the arcade?" Sally raised an eyebrow before her eyes shot over to check in her daughter again.
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Harold might know her now, but there was nothing that could erase the years of friendship between them. Sharing a bedroom. Growing up together. Wayne could read every emotion as it played out over her face.
He had to wonder if that's how he had looked when thinking about Harold in the past. He remembered hating the guy, but now Wayne didn't care.
"I'm sure he's rather go to the movies or something, but he has a good time."
And then, Wayne leaned in and wrapped Sally up in a hug. "I fucking missed you."
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Sally couldn't help but be shocked when Wayne hugged her. She immediately hugged him back, out of habit, and let out a sigh. "I missed you too." Merlin, had she ever. As hurt as she had been when they stopped talking, and as bitter about it that she later became, she couldn't help missing him.
Sally squeezed him tightly before stepping back and looking at Anne again. Her daughter was still distracted by the sketch and Sally chuckled a bit while wiping at her eyes. "I'm really happy for you, Waynie." Her words came out hushed, and it was almost like they hadn't gone five years without speaking.
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"You know," he said with a goofy smile. "Naming your daughter Anne doesn't mean she's a queen." Wayne kept his arm around Sally, surprised at how she still fit against him.
"We have a cat. And an endless string of goldfish all named Henry. We're on Henry the twenty-fifth now."
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Sally smirked at him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Hey, you never know. It could happen." Only Wayne knew about her fondness for Anne Boleyn. Not even Harold knew why she was so adamant that their daughter be named after the queen.
Sally chuckled. "Does Justin still have Arloe then? We have a dog that Anne's rather fond of trying to ride."
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Wayne nodded. "He does. I'm pretty sure that cat is going to outlive me. It has finally decided I'm allowed to share Justin." His life was brilliant, but seeing Sally again showd him what he was missing.
"I missed you. And I'm sorry."
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"Arloe was always very sweet to me. Though, he immediately went to Justin whenever he came round." She let her head rest on Wayne's shoulder while keeping an eye on her daughter.
"You've no idea how much I missed you. It felt so weird doing things without you." Her wedding, for one. She couldn't get it out of her head that day that Wayne should've been her maid of honor or something. Sally looked up at Wayne shyly, "I'm sorry too."
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"You know, if you consider how long wizards and witches live and how young we are.. five years is going to feel like nothing. Right?" Okay, so he was really just hoping that was the case. He didn't want to keep fighting with Sally. And now that he wasn't pushing all of his fantasies on her, maybe they could really be friends again.
Course, it seemed like they had both grown up a bit and Wayne knew that was a good thing.
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Sally smiled. "Exactly." Her eyes went to Anne again, and she couldn't help but laugh at her daughter. "You know, sometimes I have to wonder how much of me is in there. You know I wouldn't be able to sit and stare at a piece of parchment for that long." Sally wanted to change the subject. Talking about them...Yes, she had missed Wayne terrribly, and hadn't stopped thinking about him. But she had done what he wanted and grown up, maybe not much, but she did. Sure, they could be friends again with find memories, but they'd never get back what they had.
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Wayne opened his mouth to say something when Justin shifted in his sleep, jarring Wayne awake. He sat up in the bed, looking over at his boyfriend and smiling for a moment. He did love Justin. Very much. And this whole time he had thought he loved Sally.
What an idiot he was. Wayne yawned and told himself that tomorrow he was going to have to go explain himself to his best friend. Maybe she'd forgive him for being such a wanker.