Justin Finch-Fletchley (maskedfinch) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-08-24 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-08, c: adrian pucey, c: justin finch-fletchley, type: thread |
RP Thread: Justin and Adrian
Who: Justin Finch-Flethcley (as Michael Fletcher) and Adrian Pucey
What: A chance encounter. Can Justin pull off being Michael when faced with the one bloke that could be his undoing? Adrian is unaware of the weight of this meeting, but Justin feels like the world is rapidly spinning from out of him.
Rating: Low
Status: Thread/Complete
When Justin had found a discarded journal on his most recent trip into Diagon, his curiosity got the better of him. For a full day and a half he read through the journals and responded to nothing. He gathered that the journals had been a 'gift' from the Death Eaters to everyone in the Wizarding world, but Justin knew better than to trust that. He was in hiding and had been since the Ministry fell. Would they be able to trace him and his location through this journal?
The connection to the Wizarding world through the journals was almost treasured. Justin having been under the guise of Michael Fletcher for so long, the disconnection that Justin felt was beginning to have effects on him. He was questioning is own identity, and if any of it was real. He had so successfully changed his appearance and his lifestyle that some days he was half convinced that he was merely a mental case suffering from some extreme case of multiple personality disorder.
However, the journals brought with them the reality of the Wizarding World and it's current state. He'd learned, through them, that his friends were being forced to marry, enslaved, imprisoned... The journals, while a connection to the world he was hiding from, did not serve as any form of beacon of hope or reassurance. Just as he was getting ready to toss his out for good, he noticed the all too familiar scrawl of Adrian's handwriting.
Justin, perhaps, should have known better. He should have shut the journal, and gotten rid of it. He should not have responded. He should not have kept responding. But he had, as he found it hard not to. No matter the number of times he said "goodbye, Adrian", Justin was watching and waiting and hoping for a response. It was illogical, but the whole situation made not a whit of sense to him.
He did not sleep for the rest of the evening. Justin was restless and anxious, and had so much on his mind. Mostly, his mind was flooded with thoughts of Adrian, more so than he had to deal with in awhile, and it made for a long night. The next day he took the journal and shoved it in a box in the top of his closet. He would not open it again.
Justin went about his day going through the motions and grateful for the routine. He spent the first eight and a half hours working at "The Book Worm" a tiny book shop a block away from his flat. Then, after leaving work he stopped at the store to pick up the groceries he needed, grabbed some fish and chips from a stand on his walk home, and had approximately two hours left before going into "The Elbow Room", the pub/bar that Justin worked at a few nights during the week.
When he went into work, Justin was determined not to think about anything magical. He was going to push every thought out of his head about Adrian. He certainly was not going to dwell on the Wizarding World. He was going to be Michael Fletcher. The struggling to make ends meet muggle who worked two jobs just to pay for his flat and monthly provisions. Justin Finch-Fletchley did not exist tonight.