| Marcus, Ten Years Gone |
[May. 28th, 2008|08:31 am] |
It was early morning and the mist was still on the ground. He lay on the granite bench, cold seeping into his bones from the hard stone below. For a long while there was stillness. Eyes closed, he began to speak softly.
"It’s been forever, I know. No excuses. I have to admit, I was angry there for a while. And then Luna came back and I was…well I was really angry. Or confused. Or relieved. And angry. I guess she never really left, so it’s not as if she actually came back, so I assume once you’ve gone on, you’re not about to come back, right? Can you blame a wizard for hoping? I suppose I should know better by now.
"I’ve…been spending some time with Charlie’s little sister, Ginny. She’s run into some trouble and I’m trying to help. It’s complicated, but I feel like I’m doing something useful. You always asked me what I was going to do with my talents. Maybe I’m just going to help people, one at a time.
"Oh, and Sally has come back. I can’t really remember if she left before or after… We’re not back together or anything, but it looks like we’re still friends, and I’d really rather that was the way it stayed. To be perfectly honest, I’ve pretty much lost interest in the whole romance thing. A few questions have been raised about that, and I have to admit that they’re reasonable questions. Nothing is what you might call, clearly defined at the moment.
"You would probably be pretty interested in the current political situation. It looks like there are a significant number of people who are displeased with the current administration, and are planning on doing something about it. Astonishingly, I am including myself in that number. Yes, I was surprised too. I guess your activism rubbed off more than we both thought.
"I haven’t spoken to Dad in… a long time. Missy and I owl at Christmas and birthdays, but we haven’t kept in touch since she left school. That’s about it for the family. I don’t have any plans to change the situation, but I thought it was only fair that I mention it.
"I miss you."
More silence. After a while, he sat up, muscles stiff from the cold. For a long moment, he sat, head in hands, lashes spiky with unshed tears. Then, looking out into the distance, he vanished with a pop.
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[May. 28th, 2008|10:09 pm] |
Who: Neville and Minerva
When: Thursday, early afternoon
Where: Minerva's office at Hogwarts
What: a discussion about that thing
( Never an easy decision. ) |
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