HIGGS, terence. (higgles) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-10-23 19:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !challenge, !thread, character: lydia winters, character: terence higgs, location: diagon alley |
who ? lydia winters and terence higgs
when ? early sunday evening, 23rd october
where ? lydia's flat
what ? higgs had an encounter with a boggart
warnings ? reference to ptsd
status ? complete
Boggarts were odd things. Higgs, like most people, had encountered them in school, been taught how to get rid of them. But, perhaps not unusually, Higgs hadn't met many outside his classes before and after school. In fact, Higgs hadn't met any. He somewhat vaguely had always presumed that his boggart would be seeing his sister or parents dead. It seemed so obvious, and had been what his boggart had been in school. No one wanted to see their family dead, of course not, but Higgs probably would have coped better with that than what the boggart that appeared in front of him in the tiny streets of Diagon Alley that Sunday manifested as.
The moment in which Higgs had time to realise he was face with a boggart was so small that when the explosion had come, the knowledge that he could use a spell to get rid of it didn't really exist. Instead, Higgs' breath had come short, heart beating so fast he had felt like it might climb out of his chest. It had taken someone else to get rid of the boggart, a passerby who Higgs would've thanked if he hadn't been so overwhelmed with sounds, lights and memories. The most he'd managed had been to excuse himself, wandering down the streets without any kind of clear awareness of where he was, the noise still ringing loudly in his ears.
It wasn't until he was inside the building, standing in front of a door that Higgs even realised where he'd gone. To Alicia. Or rather, the flat they had shared. Higgs honestly wasn't sure if Alicia was still there, not when he knew she had stayed for a while with Ashleigh. It didn't matter, though, because Higgs had enough self-awareness not to ring her doorbell. No, instead, he went next door, leaning heavily against the wall as he knocked, hoping that Lydia would be home. Higgs wasn't sure what she could really do, but it ought to be more than he could currently do himself.