HIGGS, terence. (higgles) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-08-02 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: terence higgs |
who ? terence higgs
when ? tuesday evening, 2nd august
where ? marcus and higgs (and pippa)’s house
what ? higgs receives a letter
warnings ? reference to suicide
status ? narrative/complete
Higgs had had a busy day at work. Most work days these days seemed to be busy days at work. It seemed that the world was going a little madder each morning Higgs woke up. Whatever was triggering people to have these memories or whatever they might be wasn’t helping to ease the workload. And then with what had happened at the World Cup with the Dark Mark, well, that too hadn’t exactly given much time off to either the Aurors or the Hitwizards. Higgs enjoyed it in a way. The days were tiring, he couldn’t deny that, but keeping busy was better than the alternative. It both distracted and exhausted him. Neither was as bad of a thing as one might presume.
Unless work run late, which it did often do nowadays, Higgs tried to dine with Alicia. He wasn’t always successful but they did manage and that was nice. Today, Higgs had come home late again, which left him eating leftover food in the kitchen on his own. That, too, Higgs didn’t really mind. The new house came with the benefit of giving everyone enough space not to feel like they were living on top of each other. Besides, he was pretty sure everyone was still away on one holiday or another. Higgs was flicking through the post as he ate, sorting through it for the appropriate receivers. There was never much post for him apart from the occasional bill, so Higgs didn’t tend to pay a great deal of attention to the envelopes. Except there was one with his name neatly written and a Muggle stamp stuck on the corner.
Pushing his plate away, Higgs pulled the letter closer, flipping over to find that there wasn’t a return address. Carefully opening the letter, Higgs frowned at it. Dear Terence, it started and Higgs still wasn’t particularly sure who it was from, but then it carried on and he suddenly was glad to have pushed his plate away as his stomach turned uncomfortably.
It is with great sadness that I must inform you that Lt Jonathan Dawes took his own life on Friday. As someone who served with both of you, his wife Cassie has asked me to contact you. The funeral will take place on...
It wasn’t until Higgs couldn’t read the rest of the letter for how much his hands were shaking that he even noticed them moving. The address of the funeral home was listed, then a polite note asking after his own well being and then just a signature. Well, Higgs did suppose there wasn’t much else one could put in a letter like that.
Higgs reached for a pen and a paper before he realised that he didn’t actually know who to write to first. He needed time off work. That was first. Then write back and say that he had received the letter and thank for the information. Should he then write to Cassie? Tell her he... ‘Sorry your husband’s dead?’ Perhaps not. He needed to tell people he was going to be away. Yeah. That. Start with work, though. As soon as he got his breath back, at least.