Who: Phoenix Schwartz and Open. Atticus Drake mentioned. What: Some people are in the wrong place at the wrong time, others happen to be in exactly the right place. When: Backdated to Sunday April 2nd Where: Camelot castle and then a couple of bars. Just one or two, you know. Warnings: Swearing. There is definite swearing.
Things never really work out the way you plan them. For instance, the full moon was next week. Once that might have meant ensuring he had good excuses cooked up for work to explain why his partner wasn’t around or plying Rowan with as much chocolate, painkillers and flu medication as he possibly could. More and more though, his roommate wanted to spend the time with Drei. His boyfriend. And wasn’t that a fucking travesty? Sure Phoenix could understand it. He understood it all well enough. Of course his Moony would connect with another werewolf who wasn’t a complete fucking cockwipe. Drei wasn’t Fenrir. He was fucking nice. What’s not to understand about that whole thing? What he didn’t really understand was how the fuck he had missed the clues that told him Rowan was gay, or at least somewhere in that region. He’d been so oblivious. Which meant he’d lost any chance he had. Served him right for not paying attention. But he was over that. He wanted the best for Rowan, and for Drei too. The guy was pretty fucking great all things considered. And more than anything, he didn’t want to lose one of his best friends.
So here he was, in Camelot’s Magic department at a stupid time of the night considering it was England. It wasn’t nearly so late back home, the night was still young over in New York. But there was a particular chocolate that he wanted to grab, and it so happened that he’d stashed a bunch here for any study emergencies. If you were a friend of Rowan, you knew to keep chocolate on hand for just such an eventuality. Problem was it was here and not at their apartment where it would do him the most good so obviously he’d come to retrieve some of it. Yeah, maybe he could have gone to Honeyduke’s before the moon turned, but he'd remembered about this chocolate tonight, while they were closed, and the likelihood of him remembering again was low. Locating the bars in their hiding place, he carefully extracted one from it’s lavender and clove packaging (you couldn’t just visibly hide something from a werewolf, you had to mask the smell too). It occurred to him that he could maybe borrow a book for Rowan too. He might want to read while he was recovering at some point.
He swung the door open carelessly as he strode into the next room considering what he might grab from the shelf. A Grimoire filled with different magical applications for mundane objects perhaps...The lights were on in this room. He hadn’t turned them on. Phoenix stopped dead, actually seeing the room properly. Someone else was there, someone he didn't immediately recognise as one of his magical colleagues. Well that was fucking inconvenient, meeting the new guy without any buffer. Maybe he could just say hi and leave. He could get by without major discussion tonight, leave that for a day when there was safety in numbers. But then he started to recognise details. The posture. The hair. The profile.
Atticus Drake was Severus Snape! The real knowledge of that, and everything it implied sucker punched Phoenix. He stood there stunned for a moment, unable to say anything. He pulled a face, lips drawn into his teeth as if he were trying to keep something from escaping his mouth. Eventually even that wasn't enough to keep him silent. Except the words that came out weren't exactly what he was thinking. “Well fuck.” he uttered, nodding his head in resignation. This was a thing that was happening. God fucking cunty balls, this was a thing that was happening. He swivelled on his heel, and fled the room. The rooms really.
Before he knew it he was out in a corridor, striding down it as fast as his legs would carry him, but he didn't really know which direction he was going in. Leaving the castle and travelling back home was a blur. Sure, he’d managed to get to the MTN hub somehow and then through it, but he didn’t exactly have any recollection of doing it. He just knew that he was now in Brooklyn again and somewhere closer to sanity. Thank Merlin. No,maybe not Merlin. He was a bit weird and what he needed right now was some normalcy and to not be alone with his thoughts.
“FUCK!” Phoenix yelled suddenly into the air still heavy with traffic despite the late hour. Someone yelled something intelligible from the other side of the street and gesticulated wildly. He flipped a finger at them and dragged his phone out of his pocket. Might as well tell his roommates that he wasn't going to be home for a while. Even if at least one of them apparently thought telling him nothing was the better option available. With that done, he started walking. The nearest bar was calling him. There he could drag whoever was nearby into drunken escapades which would make tonight a little better.