Theodore Nott (swk_theodore) wrote in secrets_we_keep, @ 2014-05-30 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, may 2005, theodore nott, tracey davis |
RP: Playing that old song again
Who: Tracey and Theodore
Where: The Sticky Wicket Public House
When: 30 May, 2005
Rating: PG13
Status: Complete
As much as he knew that he should, Theodore had never been able to say no to Stephen's request to join everyone for drinks on a payday. It was that one brief moment when you had an account that had money in it and things didn't feel quite so tight. And since he hadn't seen Tracey for a few days, he didn't feel like he should wait around the stables on the off chance that she might show up. Doing that always seemed a bit on the desperate side. Though if anyone asked, he usually said it was just to make sure that things were put back properly.
He didn't think anyone believed him.
Having Tracey back in his life was almost like having a rope tethering him to the wizarding world. In some ways it was good. She reminded him of where he came from. She had him practicing and re-learning school lessons that he'd forgotten. In other ways it just made him feel like he wasn't a part of either the muggle or the wizarding worlds. And certainly wasn't ready or willing to use that tether to return, but it was nice that it was available.
"Oi! Maestro!" Stephen called from across the pub. "Stage is free! And you lost that race, remember?"
Theodore lifted the bottle of lager to his lips and took a long pull before setting it down on the bar. He never should have let his friend know about being musically inclined. It almost always ended in a bet for him to play. And whenever a guitar performance was on the line, Stephen seemed to try a bit harder to win.
And almost always did.
Shaking his head, he wove through the patrons, giving Stephen a light thump in the kidneys before stepping up onto the small stage near the back entrance. He grabbed the acoustic guitar sitting on the floor and strummed the strings a little, tuning it. There were some cheers (and a few jeers, though all in an attempt to take the mickey out of him) and raucous hooting as he tilted the microphone down to capture the sound better.
Then he started to play.