robert nott (notteds) wrote in togetherasfools, @ 2013-04-27 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *incomplete, [at] the leaky cauldron, [with] della richmond, [with] robert nott |
i'll watch you burn out
CHARACTERS: Della Richmond & Robert Nott
SETTING: The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley
DATE: 16 April
SUMMARY: Years later, not much has changed.
He's glad for the overcast. Mildly cloudy with the slight chance of rainfall. The sky swelling as though any moment it would pour anytime soon and for a little while, Robert finds shelter outside Twilfit & Tattings, under a sunroof. It was at his mother's behest that she accompany him for a fitting. Another Ministry gala, or something. Robert can never keep up and it's mostly because he doesn't care enough to. But perhaps, sitting outside the fitting room waiting for his mother's appointment to end was much better than having to spend the rest of the day in Cheshire, avoiding his father in the mansion that held more shadows than people.
(Another Ministry gala. For the Spring, they said. As though enough sparkling champagne and bitter wine would somehow mask the growing political instability within the Ministry itself. It's flawed, even Robert knows this but will never voice out loud. It's going to eat it self from the inside out and all they've managed to do was plan another gala.
Luxury and privilege has a tendency to hide imperfections. The cracks are there but it's centuries old of habit that's taught them exactly how to smooth them out, and hide bruises with pearl necklaces and scratches with golden bracelets.
They are the elite after all -- by status, by money, by blood. And if the fire of the Daily Prophet and the protests outside the Ministry of Magic offices had not shaken their nerves, perhaps a society event would be enough to cement the idea that the powerful will remain powerful.)
The cigarette dangling between his finger burns as he leans against the glass window of the shop. He measures time by cigarettes. One will give him seven minutes. Two, fourteen. He looks down, watching as the ashy tip crumble and falls to the ground before he turns and walks the other way towards The Leaky Cauldron. He needs a quick drink - a shot of fire whiskey to burn his throat (smoke to fill his lungs) - and he knows he won't get that from the Silver Spoon.
He heads to the bar and there he sees a familiar figure. For a moment he toys with the idea of turning around all together, avoid any unwanted encounters. Besides, however long Richmond had stayed in his townhouse a couple of years ago, Robert had pretended it never happened. She left with a made bed and coffee stained floor; all of which were only reminders to Robert that she had been there.
"If it isn't Richmond…" he says musedly as he leans against the bar, burying one hand inside his pocket.