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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 16, 2022 18:29:38 GMT 7
He just got back from his latest assignment, which saw him getting nudged by his senior to brush up on some Arithmancy. And not just the kind of Arithmancy he studied back in school, he would need more advanced materials to read. And so, armed with a list from his senior in a sheet of paper—his journal, which he usually used to note stuff down, had been missing for a few weeks now and he just hadn't wanted to replace it yet—he trudged the streets of Diagon Alley to a bookstore in search for the book he needed.
It was harder than he anticipated to get the books he needed. He already got one, but the others seemed elusive still, but he hadn't given up and asked for help yet. He knew he could find it, and besides the store employee was nowhere to be seen. He continued searching, scanning the title of each and every book, too absorbed in his search that he accidentally ran into someone.
"Sorry," he said quickly, and his next sentence died down in his throat when he saw who exactly he had run into. "Kelly."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 16, 2022 18:32:57 GMT 7
Since the night at the Leaky, there was something heavy in his pocket. A pocket size journal, dark brown leather brown with gold embossed initial that seemed like it was a personalised gift from someone. The initial was E.A.P.
He knew it was not his right to snoop on someone’s journal. But it would be a lie if he said he didn’t read it. As soon as he found the book, slipped under the duvet, he looked inside. He never saw Pickering handwriting before, it was quite hard to read, but from what’s inside it created assumptions. Not only the information but also some cutted paper there that made his face flushed to read it. Sometimes he was still thinking about the content of the journal, which never left his pocket.
He was in need of a new pen, since he had already warned out and he gave it its last use to Brighid as an offering token. Therefore, on his day off like this, Rhys could go to places with ease and his main purpose to be in Diagon Alley was a new set of pen and maybe some light reading.
His attention was distracted by a sudden disruption from behind. As soon as he realised the cause, he startled like a thief. “You!” His voice was somehow accusing. “Uhm, yeah, sure.” To be honest he didn’t even knew what to say, until —
“You just left that time. I woke up and you just left.” No goodbye? “Somethings wrong?” Did I do something wrong?
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 16, 2022 18:34:02 GMT 7
The memory of what happened a few weeks prior just flashed in front of his eyes. He could still remember it, the sun's rays streaming through the slightly open window, the slightly scratchy bedsheets, the freshly washed cotton smell coming not from the sheets but from the person beside him, the warmth of him—
He quickly regained his composure. "People would think you forgot my name." It seemed like Kelly was always surprised to see him. Thrice they accidentally met, and thrice Kelly just said You! when the man saw his face. He was super ready for Kelly to reply with something slightly acidic in return, but what he didn't expect was for Kelly to ask why he left so quickly.
"Uh, there's nothing wrong," he just replied, a bit confused still. "I mean, there was an emergency and I needed to go. You were in deep sleep so I just went home."
He probably should've left something, a note or something like that, but in his panic he didn't think about that. If he wasn't panicked he might've double-checked for his belongings before leaving. But there was a chance he'd lost his journal even before then.
"Looking for something here?"
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 16, 2022 21:38:26 GMT 7
Ephraim Pickering. Pickering? It tastes fine, a little bit sour, but incredibly distant. Ephraim, sounds like a pointed finger, a sin and Rhys was the sinner to voice it.
“I told you I don’t like how your name tastes in my mouth.” there was no acquisition on his wording, no judgement, just stated fact with a smile after it. The smile that didn’t linger too long. He took a good look at a man, there was an emergency Pickering said and yet not even a note. Left him wondering if something happened, especially until he found (and read) the journal that was lifted in the room.
Is he?
“Uhm, Yeah, a set of quills and probably some light reading, and yourself?” His hand reached to his pocket without looking, he could feel the journal still here but there was a little hunch in his chest. Rhys contemplated, because somehow he didn’t want to give it back.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 16, 2022 21:57:58 GMT 7
His cheeks heated up when Kelly mentioned how his name tasted in his mouth. His mind went straight to their last conversation, Kelly calling his first name for the first time ever—and the last, probably. There was just something in it that made him very much bothered. It was borderline ridiculous, no, it was definitely ridiculous.
"Just some books," he replied, holding up the sheet of paper from his senior. It was already creased and somehow wrinkled even though he had carefully folded it up before putting it in his pocket. "Some Arithmancy stuff, I need to read it for work. Maybe a pocket journal too, I lost mine and haven't replaced it yet."
He sighed. He'd had that journal since the last year of school, a gift from his mother while his father gave him a watch so fancy he never dared to wear it to work. It would just be banged up in no time. "It was a shame, that was a nice journal." One side of his mouth pulled upwards to give Kelly a lopsided smile. "But well. I guess I should hunt down an employee for the books."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 16, 2022 22:08:25 GMT 7
Rhys couldn’t feel it but his pupils dilated when Pickering mentioned about the journal he lost. A rush of guilty feeling slowly creeped into his chest, even his hand still tracing the shape of the journal from on top of his trouser.
“Yeah.” Rhys never trained to be a liar, silently taking the best of him. He knew, he knew it so well what he should do but somehow he refused. He wanted to read it again and again and again until he was sure about his assumption. "How could you lost it tho?"
But that wasn’t the right thing to do.
“Is the journal important to you?” He couldn’t even see Pickering’s eyes without showing his guilt. He tried to busy himself with the back of books by himself. Let his fingers tracing the title one by one, while he tried to keep himself calm.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 16, 2022 22:36:07 GMT 7
"I don't know. I put it in my bag usually, but one day I got home and it was missing. I think it was misplaced somewhere but I'm not sure where," he shrugged, carefully not mentioning that he lost it the same day he met Kelly at the Leaky Cauldron. He would prefer if he forgot that day, but unfortunately it was seared to his mind and he couldn't escape from it.
"It's... well, it was pretty important. A present from my mum," he answered further, "but I have some things in it that..." He caught himself. He shook his head. It was careless of him, keeping those pictures in the journal, but in his defense, he'd meant to move it somewhere else. He didn't put anything that could point whoever found that journal back to him, so he would be safe even if it was found. Besides he never took the journal home.
Kelly didn't look at him, and he found that it was easier to look in front of him, at the shelves. His eyebrows raised when he read a title on the spine of a book. He looked at the sheet of paper he brought and bingo, it was the same title. Finally.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 16, 2022 22:57:25 GMT 7
Shit.
A loud crash sound somehow incredibly fitten to his head and heart.
Yes, it feels like shit indeed when you know you are on the wrong side. Rhys bit his lips, tried to hide his feeling inside but when Pickering mentioned the journal was a gift from his mother, Rhys couldn’t help it to not feel guilty. It wasn’t right at all, to keep the man’s journal, it wasn’t up to him.
With a little courage he gained and the chaos from surrounding that created by the crash. Rhys took it as a cue. “You mean, this one right?” He reached his pocket, took the leather bound book with Pickering’s anagram here. “You left it on the bed, under the duvet.” He still couldn’t see Pickering’s eyes. “I keep it in my pocket just in case I meet you again.”
Three of the facts are right, but he didn’t mention his intention before, he didn’t mention about the writing inside, and of course he didn’t mention the collection of a magazine cut with several pictures in it. Reading Pickering’s journal and looking at the man himself seems unmatched by its personality.
They seemed like different people.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 16, 2022 23:34:23 GMT 7
The loud crash surprised him. His head whipped around, wand in hand, reflex taking over in a moment of perceived danger. He could see several people doing the same around him. But the danger never came, and he put his wand away after seeing some people doing the same. False alarm, but still, it got his heart rate up a bit.
A second later, his heart rate picked up again, but for an entirely different reason this time.
"You!" He grabbed his journal from Kelly's hand, and with his other hand, he grabbed the front of Kelly's shirt and pulled it up. "You... you..." He couldn't say anything, still taken aback by Kelly having the journal he thought was lost forever.
A second later, he let go of Kelly, and shoved the journal inside his jacket pocket. Kelly must've rifled through it, he knew he would if he was in Kelly's position. Kelly must've known his secret now—one he kept for himself, one that no one had any idea of.
"You didn't see anything inside it. Understand?" He asked—ordered—in almost a whisper. "You can't—no one should know. Promise me."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 17, 2022 7:02:37 GMT 7
You. The word changed its owner. It was exclusively given to Pickering but the man seemed to have taken it away from Rhys. He was too shocked when in a second, it was harder to breathe. His collar tighter, his body swayed forward and he couldn’t control himself. Pickering was there, eyes piercing looked straight to him. Rhys didn’t even close his eyes, he looked straight back to him. He tried to find out which one was the real Pickering, the one who stood up in front of him about to throw a punch or the melancholic entity who wrote the longing story in the journal. It was too different to acknowledge both came from the same source. Who are you?"You... you..." “You are…” Fairy? Fruity? The Oscar Wilde sort? The green carnation? Tea cake? He gasped for air when the man released him, almost fell as he leaned to the back but was able to manage himself as he held himself to the shelves. Was it true? Everything that was written in the journal, was it all true? “No…” Still in shock, Rhys answered with his soft voice. Even the menace from Pickering’s whisper didn’t shake him. “Why? None care! We are not in a muggle world.” Pickering won’t be hunted, or dragged to the conversion camp, or forced to take the medication that resulted in death. None! He won’t allow that. A hit reality felt like a slap Rhys’ face. Do you know the new kid? Ephraim Pickering is a muggleborn! In Slytherin! “Your parents are muggles.” His eyes drifted to the man’s neck line, there were two thin chains which one of them he remembered as an amulet but the other — his heart felt like it sunk to the stomach “You are — “ couldn’t handle the belief of the man in front of him would be the residence of the seventh circle of Hell.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 17, 2022 14:59:50 GMT 7
" You are not in the muggle world." As a muggleborn, it was pretty complicated already for him to straddle the line between two worlds. Sure, he worked in the wizarding world, but he still had close ties to the muggle world and he came back every week to fulfill his obligations there. Even if no one cared about it here, they care about it in the muggle world. Just like how purebloods care about his blood status in the wizarding world. He was always the exception.
“Your parents are muggles. You are — “
"What? Mudblood?" he bites out. He'd heard that word so many times it had lost meaning to him. "I am. So what?" He clenched his hand into a fist, but couldn't make himself punch Kelly. No, the one he wanted to punch was himself for being so careless and now Kelly knew. He grabbed his sheet of paper that he'd let fall to the floor, forgotten in the surprise of his journal suddenly materializing from Kelly's pocket. And the fact that someone now knew about his secret, and that it wasn't only his secret anymore. "I need a drink." Maybe two, or three, or a bottle of Firewhiskey down his throat.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 17, 2022 20:52:06 GMT 7
Even though he was from pagan family, half-blood some of people said (his father from wizarding family, his mother ‘learn’ to be a witch), none of them had a proper education like Rhys did, but never — never in his entire life he heard a slander word came from his parents. Also, the word never slipped from his mouth. To listen to Pickering, it pinched his chest. Rhys knew the word wasn’t intended for him, but if the man wanted to hurt him so bad, he just succeeded.
“Take that word out of your mouth.” Rhys’ voice became stern, precise, and hard as disgust crawled, not from the fact the man won’t be interested romantically with the opposite gender but from the slander word that Pickering just said.
“I want to know how. How could you know you are not — how could you know you are —” Because it was completely different from what I’ve seen and what I’ve read.
Somehow he still froze in his place, ignoring the sickle near his feet that he saw when the man reached the paper and the man on the window who provided the charm for exams.
It was supposed to be a really relaxed day off for him. Get the book he wanted and maybe stop by at Hampstead Heath, take a walk, sit at the peak while looking at the city of London from the hill. “Take me with you.” He asked. Oh Rhys, curiosity was killing him.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 17, 2022 21:16:39 GMT 7
He snorted. Just how many years did Kelly think he heard that word coming from his fellow students in school? At first, he didn't know that it was a slur, but he didn't need to know that when a word is said about him with such vehemence that anyone would know it was not a word with a good or even neutral meaning. And he'd grown beyond getting offended by that. Now, he just pretend he didn't hear that word instead.
"Want to know what?" He was getting irritated by Kelly speaking half-sentences. Maybe if he were a Legilimens he could just intuit what Kelly meant but alas, he wasn't one. And as such, it would be better for both of them if Kelly could just say the full sentence and be done with it.
He was thinking about the logistics. He wasn't sure if he had Firewhiskey in his room or not. Maybe not, at least not enough for the level of drunk he wanted. But Kelly, unexpectedly, asked to be brought along. He frowned, staring at Kelly like he'd grown two heads.
"Why?" Now it was his turn to ask. "I mean. It's up to you, bring your own drink, but... why?"
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 17, 2022 21:49:52 GMT 7
The reaction from Pickering made Rhys disbelieve his own eyes. A realisation of Pickering, even though he was from a muggle family, was a Slytherin after all. Incredibly far off from Rhys’ housemates. How naive!
“I want to know how you know that you are queer? How do you cope? “ It was so too foreign for Rhys. Never in his entire life to actually know someone like Pickering. The man was too furious and transferred it to Rhys.
“Because I like the person who wrote the journal, I want to know him more…” There was tender prose, yearning of love, longing to feel belong, some ode of loneliness. But, it was so far off from the man projected to himself. Rhys pointed with his hand to Pickering “... not this.”
At first Rhys thought he found something beautiful and intriguing, but he took a couple steps back. He heard the invitation but Rhys was aware the man wasn’t even welcome him. Rhys shook his head and drew a smile on his face.
What’s the point, Rhys?
“You right, I have no reason. I guess, I’m just going back to my place. Sorry for the journal.”
He didn’t even care about light reading, just a set of quills and he was about to pay for things he needed.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 17, 2022 22:12:01 GMT 7
How he coped? Remy was taken aback by that. No one had ever asked him that, to be fair, no one knew about this but himself. But, to have someone ask him about that... never in a thousand years would he imagine it. Kelly's next sentence, about wanting to know the person who wrote the journal—well now his suspicions were proven, that Kelly read his journal. But instead of repulsion Kelly wanted to know more about him instead—
He never dared to imagine that someone would ever have that much interest in him. All through his life, he spent it trying to survive, trying to protect himself as much as he can, and his sole confidant was the journals he kept, including the one Kelly read. And now someone wanted to...
“You right, I have no reason. I guess, I’m just going back to my place. Sorry for the journal.”
And now, that someone was about to leave, once again.
"Wait." He cleared his throat. "I mean. You can come. I'll have to buy some drinks anyway, we'll drink at mine."
An olive branch, which hopefully will signify good things to come.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 17, 2022 22:59:05 GMT 7
There was a shift of attitude that became more apparent on Pickering's side, but Rhys already got enough for that day. It wasn’t even a full day he spent with the man but from the guilt, fear, disgust, and disappointment, in the end he would like to call the day off. No matter how patient he was, Rhys also had a limited capacity.
“I know, you said that earlier.” Rhys saw pity and regret. “I guess I’m too knackered, I’ll be an awful company.”
He would like to take his words back. Back in Rhys’ head there were complaints and some voices yelled at him ‘why the heck you don’t accept the offer?’ He wanted that! He wanted the time to ask, to talk, and try to understand the man behind the journal so much but he was too knackered with his heart skipped its beat.
Rhys needs comfort under his own duvet, even though it would cost him an opportunity to know Pickering. Ephraim Pickering.
“But there’ll always be next time, you know where to find me.” He smiled before he left the man there. “Have a good day, Pickering.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 17, 2022 23:09:29 GMT 7
And as quickly as he got his hopes up—he felt like the rug was pulled from underneath him. "Oh," he murmured, because what could be the reply to that? He couldn't force Kelly to stay, and he could only watch as Kelly refused his offer even though the man was the one who asked to go with him earlier. Was it his fault? What happened that changed Kelly's mind so quickly? Just as he thought he might be able to start connecting with someone, even if they wouldn't exactly be friends so quickly, the chance vanished. Kelly said 'next time', yeah, everyone knew it basically meant 'never', and he got the message. Maybe he just wasn't meant to hope. Maybe it was better to just keep going just like before—alone in his path. He couldn't find it in himself to reply to Kelly. The task he was set to do when he stepped inside the store quickly became the furthest thing he wanted to do, and he just wanted to go home and drown his sorrows. And so, wearing an indifferent mask once again, Ephraim Pickering left the shop. [FIN]
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