Myron Wagtail (mylivewire) wrote in wizard_rp, @ 2015-09-03 09:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hedwig, myron wagtail |
WHO: Hedwig & Myron
WHAT: New friends meet
WHERE: Myron’s Office
WHEN: Backdated to late August
RATING: PG
Status: Complete
Hedwig would never turn down meeting someone new. Especially when there was the promise of a handsome man and alcohol involved. So she brought a bottle and her fine self to his office, as promised, and knocked on the door. She knew he was behind on getting things together for classes. He’d mentioned it and she thought maybe she could help there as well. If he wanted, of course. She leaned against the wall, her younger body still done up as she always did, just a bit less heavily in the face.
“Going to let me in or am I going to have to drink this all myself?”
When it came to organization, Myron Wagtail was not the first guy anyone would pick. He was nowhere high on that list at all. It was no wonder he was just beginning to move in with just a few weeks left, and he still didn’t have a single lesson plan done. He had only come into Hogwarts a couple of times and then it was just to inspect the space and test the piano. It wasn’t much different from when he was a student.
He looked at the two boxes he had brought. Only one was partially unpacked. The other remained untouched. It was mostly just decorations anyway. He didn’t know what to bring for actual lessons yet. Instead, he was hanging up a poster of the Weird Sisters when he saw someone standing in his door.
“Hey,” he said, looking over his shoulder. She didn’t need an introduction. That was definitely Hedwig. He slid off the desk and back to the floor. “Welcome to the room, or office, or whatever. I’ve never actually had an office.”
“Office,” she said with a smile, holding out the bottle of alcohol. “A peace offering and an office-warming gift. You can’t say I don’t come prepared.” She slipped into the office, her eyes taking him and it in appraisingly. “So what is it exactly that you’re teaching here at Hogwarts?” She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually heard that even if she’d heard plenty about Myron from Stubby and Kirley.
“Have a seat,” he told her, giving her a quick wink accompanied by a wide grin. “You are just what the witch doctor ordered, and I even have glasses. They are very important for greeting such nice guests.” He laughed as he opened the box, pulling out shot glasses from a pub. “These are from the Weird Sisters’ very first gig. We didn’t make a lot of money, but I loved it. I never thought I would be teaching music, but somewhere out there the Weird Sisters still exist. It’s crazy to even think about.”
Hedwig smiled a bit, looking at the shot glasses. “I think the only thing I have from my first concert is the memory and the faint smell of tomatoes.” She grinned. “I had a lovely salad that night.” Hedwig settled into a chair, making sure they both had full shots before nodding, “All of this is very strange.”
“Here’s to us, and our first year of teaching, or at least mine, and not having a clue about how to do this.” He raised his glass and took the shot. It burned, but it was wonderful all the same. “Hit me with another one of those.” He held the glass out. “I think I got this job on my name and nothing else. I’m even shit at magic, but great on stage.”
“What about you? How did you get here?” This was much more interesting than any work he could be doing anyway, and he was just scratching the surface.
Hedwig poured them both another shot. She’d down hers along with him. She cleared her throat before she spoke again. “What matters now is what you do with the job you have. Thankfully being choir director and vocal coach don’t require much magic. I think you’ll be just fine.”
“I don’t know, honestly. The last thing I remember is falling to sleep next to Kirley after a nights show and I woke up here.” Hedwig shrugged her shoulders. That had been a rude awakening when he’d arrived. To find out they weren’t together anymore and she was alone.
“Kirley. I knew there was some history there. Was it before or after the Weird Sisters?” He didn’t ask. They weren’t like that. They didn’t really pry into the past, or even things that happened outside of their room. That was how they got away with the extras that they had. “I would have remembered you, I’m sure.”
“It’s all such a blur…” she admitted, “I want to say during or after, but I may be wrong. There was a lot going on in my life at the time. Kirley and I were together a while, happy. Apparently shortly after I woke up here, he and the remaining version of myself split. He came here and I expected my boyfriend only to find an ex.”
“Have you seen him during this whole age bit of fuckery?” Myron knew he was going to have to stop swearing in front of the kids, but they weren’t here yet. “If he walks around in a towel all day, I don’t complain. Those muscles are incredible.” Myron smiled, not sure if she would have seen him or not. He decided he didn’t mind her relationship with him as it was.
“Sorry about that though.” There was sincerity in his voice, which was truly felt. “When I came here, he and I had some history already, and here was Stubby. He was Kirley’s first love. I thought that was the end of the road for us, and they are still kind of tied together.” Now he needed one more shot. Feelings were showing.
Hedwig laughed a bit, shaking her head, “No I haven’t, but I’ve heard. It’s hard to miss when everyone’s talking about it. I’ve been handling my own changes though, keeping to myself mostly. Aside from Stubby, you’re the first person I’ve seen.”
She reached out, touching his hand. She’d always need physical comfort, something she hoped they shared, “I’ve come to the realization that Stubby and I are wonderful friends, and regardless of what I might find myself feeling, he will never be with anyone but Kirley. I’m better on my own, which I should have known all along.”
Myron bit his lip, taking her hand. “He’s perfect in every way. Talk about getting better with age, he is chiseled.” He sighed, looking down. “And I know you are probably right, but Stubby is also fickle, even when it comes to Kirley. I know part of that is because of me, and I don’t feel that bad. He’s a large child that can’t make up his mind. He’s a good fuck, but I have no emotional attachments to Stubby the way Kirley does.”
“Still as long as Kirley and I are together, Stubby will always be there somewhere.” He didn’t even begin with the bartender that seemed to have Kirley’s attention, or Owen. “It’s hard to have a relationship when the past is always around. You also should not be alone. Why would you say that?”
“I have to admit, I’m curious how you did it. How you managed to win them both over. I tried and failed…” she said, shaking her head. She knew he was right about a lot of things. It still hurt though, hearing it. “And I’m better alone because life continues to show me that. I have never been anyone’s first choice. I don’t mean that in an attempt at pity, it’s just the truth.”
Myron chuckled a little. It wasn’t that simple in the slightest. “I didn’t. That was all about Kirley and neither one of us wanting to let him go. We put up with each other for that reason. Kirley says he loves us both, and we tried to give it a go, but lead singers are greedy in general. That’s why we are front and center and this sharing business was fun once in awhile, but we can’t keep doing it.” He was getting to the bigger issue. “Really, I would just like someone who wants just me.” He took the bottle, poured another shot, and downed it. He wasn’t sure he had ever told anyone that.
She reached over, putting her hand atop his and squeezing. She then took another shot herself. “You want someone who wants just you. I want to be someone’s first choice, to be desired… maybe we should just be with each other.” She was joking but at the same time there had been worse ideas to come out of a joke. Worse ideas to come out of her, in general. But right now they both clearly needed someone to talk with and that was going well.
“That would not be the worst idea.” He allowed himself to laugh, pouring another shot in the glass. Pretty soon he wouldn’t care about the boxes at all, and if he kept going, his own name would become very fuzzy. “I’ll give you one better. I want someone who doesn’t care that I can stand on stage and rip my shirt off and sing. Everyone wants a rock star. Fuck. I don’t even remember who I am.” That was not a confession he gave anyone either, but lately the thoughts were there more often than not.
“You want someone who sees you, not your fame,” Hedwig said understandingly. She patted the back of his hand, looking over at him curiously.
“That’s it. I’m always going to sing. I’m always going to play the piano. I have to be in front of a crowd, but that is all anyone sees. Do you know why I play in small pubs? I can just play. Most people don’t know me, so I am me.” He put the shot glass down so he wouldn’t be tempted to take another. Half a brain cell left would be nice. “Do you know how long it’s been since someone has asked me my favorite color, or food, or something like that? It’s been so long that I don’t remember the answers. How sad is that?”
Hedwig was quiet a moment, finishing off her own drink before looking at him seriously. “Then I think I have quite a few questions for you, Myron.” She smiled, letting her fingers pet along his knuckles gently. “What’s your ideal way to spend a day? A holiday…”
A small smile came to his lips. He actually had to think about it. There were so many great places for a holiday. “I like… tropical places.” He tapped his chin with his finger. “I want one of those open suites on the beach and a huge bed to wake up in wrapped around someone.” There was a romantic in there. It was laid out when he took Kirley to the Riviera. “I also love getting caught in the rain all huddled up in some alcove, pressed against a lover, waiting for it to pass.” How cheesy did he sound? He guessed a 10 out of 10.
Cheesy? Yes, but Hedwig thought it was just about one of the most romantic things she’d ever heard. She smiled, her fingers still petting over his skin as she listened to him speak. “Both of those sound like heaven to me, but the second one… my heart races a little at the thought.”
“Kirley and I did that once. That was a great night. I tend to screw up everything, but not that night. I wrote a song about that night,” Myron rambled. The alcohol was going to his head. All it really took was a few shots on an empty stomach. “I’m pretty pathetic, I know. You’re cute.” He did know that she was trans, and that didn’t bother him. He knew quite a few of them, and she was one that Kirley liked as well.
"And you're drunk," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I should have brought something to eat too. Next time, I'll remember." Hedwig squeezed his hand, smiling. "And not pathetic. Why do you think you're pathetic?"
Myron shrugged, breaking back into that grin that he was famous for. “Just don’t let me control the bottle. It’ll be gone, and I’ll go pass out somewhere. Kirley usually sticks around to make sure that I don’t get out of control. Kirley’s always responsible. I am not even close.” There was some regret in there that went back through the last decade. “I write songs about all of it.”
“Yes, well this will be staying with me,” she said, grabbing the bottle to put on the floor beside her. “Maybe next time we should do tea instead, keep your wits about you.”
Myron leaned back in his chair, enjoying the buzz in his head. He had way too many nights like this, but that was his life. “Leave your soul on the stage and party like a rock star. I do it so well.” His laugh was an endearing sound. “I don’t really like tea that much, unless there is a shot in it, or honey. I like honey. It’s good for my throat.” Although he was rambling, he wasn’t near the point of forgetting who they were or where he was. “You should sing something.”
“Doesn’t have to be tea, anything that doesn’t leave you quite as drunk and upset,” she shrugged her shoulders, blonde hair bouncing a bit with the movement. She listened to him ramble on, taking it all in, taking him in. “Sing? What do you want me to sing?”
“I’m not upset. It’s just crazy talk from a dreamer. It’s fine.” Myron Wagtail was the expert at fine. So was Kirley Duke for that matter. Their stage persona would just take over and they would be right as rain. “What do you like? Anything. Do anything.” That was what he really liked, a great song with great lyrics. That was always what drew him in.
“Don’t try and sell me that shit, Myron, you may be the big rock star but I know all about putting on a happy face or stepping into that persona and moving on even when inside you’re screaming and crying. Nothing wrong with emotions. Funny how we artists are so in touch with them in some ways and so stunted in others.”
Hedwig laughed a bit, shaking her head, “I don’t normally perform without backup, darling.”
“We are in touch on stage. Every feeling is a lyric.” That was the easiest form of expression, and his life story was in the Weird Sisters albums. Love, lust, anger, heartbreak, freedom, life - all of them were somewhere in those lyrics.
Her words made him laugh, leaning back in his chair. “Do you think I can resist? Course I’m gonna join in. I’m the bloke that can’t say no.” No truer words there.
“I don’t often speak about my life, my story, but anyone who listens to my music would know most of it. It’s all there in the songs,” she replied. She didn’t think he would know her stuff, most people didn’t, especially here. Maybe if she just didn’t mention it he’d forget he’d asked and she wouldn’t have to sing for him. It was strange how she loved to sing and perform but when put on the spot here and now, it seemed uncomfortable.
“As is mine.” It was an easy agreement. Kirley Duke was a muse in the songs, and always had been. His head tipped to the side expectantly, but then he frowned a little. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, or you can just pick something for whatever is on your mind. That’s what we do. Or you can give me an idea of a good song for the choir.” With the alcohol swimming through him, he was having no luck thinking of anything like that.
“Let me think on it, why don’t we just talk in the mean time?” she asked him, giving a small smile. She reached out, touching his hand, “You and I seem to have a lot in common, Myron.”
Myron could appreciate this one. She had a great capacity for understanding. He could see why she appealed to Kirley. He was an emotional one, and he was pretty sure that hedwig indulged that side. “I like you,” he said. “I know Kirley did too.” That settled it. They would be friends for sure, and anything else was just an added bonus.