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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 18, 2022 1:48:26 GMT 7
20 minutes ago, in front of St. Mungo's—
He got drunk.
It seemed like all he did lately, other than working, was to go home, get drunk (at least tipsy), and go to sleep. He tried to keep it together at work, not letting on that he was in a bad way, keeping his drinking to after work hours. At work he kept it professional, tried to keep functioning, but once he hit home the bottom of a glass was his close friend.
Usually, he stayed home. But today he decided to go to a pub and drink his fill there—and from there it was so easy for a drunk Remy to stumble to St. Mungo's in hope of catching the person that sent him to this situation in the first place. He leaned on a wall and waited, and waited, and God knows how long after, the person he was waiting for appeared right in front of him.
He accosted the man. Grabbing the front of his shirt, though not steady. "You're really cruel, you know that. Cru—el."
Truly, what word could describe Kelly, if not that?
"You—you get my hopes up and you just squashed 'em, Kelly, you're..."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 18, 2022 4:57:55 GMT 7
He listened thoroughly to the agenda on what he was going to do on the next day from his mentor, and wrote it in his diary. His face almost pale to look how busy he might be and how little space for him to breathe. The mentor seemed aware, he patted Rhys back and told him about the duty as mediwizard and reassured that everything is going to be alright.
Rhys put his uniform off, the mediwizard coat that he refused to wear in public, he put it into the storage dedicated to him. Just like a doctor in a muggle world, they don’t wear the white coats in public.
“See you tomorrow, Kelly.” Ah, that was Emily. A way too pretty for Rhys, healer. A couple years older than him but the woman looks so young she could pass as younger than Rhys himself.
“See ya, Emily. Still not done with your shift?”
“Wee bit hour, I’ll manage.” Rhys smiled, somehow reluctant to leave but even though he stayed Emily would be busy working. St Mungo’s wasn’t a place to have a chat especially if you work in it. Rhys sighed as the woman leaves him. He took a good look at the green coat that flew as those long legs took steps away, aware the rest of the day would be a very relaxing one.
Oh boy, how naive the thought was?
As soon as he left the premises, something — more like someone, jumped onto him. The firewhiskey breath was incredibly apparent which he thought the person was probably some homeless person about to rob him. Rhys was about to take his wand when the voice so familiar stopped him, the voice that became too often he heard in a matter of weeks.
“Merlin! Pickering!” He reached the man’s face without even asking if he was allowed or not. There was redness on the man’s eyes, Pickering looked exhausted and dehydrated. “What on earth are you talking about?” What hope did he squeezed? Because the last time he remembered, Pickering was about to punch him on the face.
“Come on, you need a proper rest.” He took his wand, hold the man in his arm and apparate to his place in Hampstead.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 18, 2022 14:41:10 GMT 7
He didn't resist when Kelly grabbed his face, and his unfocused eyes met with the man's unwavering ones. He was too out of himself to regret his drunken decision to come here, something he'd wanted, deep down, when Kelly said that Remy knew where to find him. When he was sober, he knew and was familiar with that kind of empty invitation, and he resented it so much.
"You know what I'm talking about, Kelly!" he half-shouted. He should be the one asking Kelly what he meant by that! The audacity! "For a Hufflepuff you... you..."
And before he could cuss Kelly out some more, he felt the familiar tug of Apparation, which made him feel like he entered a whirlpool and was torn apart bit by bit before he finally became whole again. But all those sensations just made his head spin, his gut roiling, and he ended up falling on all fours and unloading the content of his stomach onto the floor.
"Urgh..." he grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand. "Bloody hell, Kelly."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 19, 2022 6:22:51 GMT 7
Surprised the apparition resulted in Pickering end up puked on his floor? No, on the contrary, Rhys expected it. He let the man all four on the floor while he opened the window and let the summer wind enter his room. Eight at night but the sun was still up like it was in the middle of afternoon. As soon as Pickering seemed calmed down, Rhys waved his wand which made the floor look pristine before he guided Pickering to sit on the two seat sofa in his small studio right on the Hampstead high street. “Oh hell! You smell so bad!” Another wave with his wand, he enhanced the air refresher which brought the whiff of clean linen or more like laundry detergent which he preferred. He took a small towel from his bathroom, drenched it with warm water before sitting beside the man and cleaning Pickering’s face with it. “Don’t fucking move!” "For a Hufflepuff you... you..." He sighed, remembering what the man said seconds before they apparated while his hand tracing on Pickering’s drunken face. “You almost punched me, you were surely not happy if I joined you, and you never came to visit me even though you knew exactly where to find me. Do I know where to find you? No you — !” Twat! “I thought you hated me.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 19, 2022 15:57:20 GMT 7
Lucky him, Kelly was fast with his wand and vanished the sick on the floor since he wasn't even sure if he could manage it in this state. He could still do magic, don't get him wrong, but drunken magic felt like the rest of him—uncontrolled—and he could vanish the entire floor if he wasn't careful enough. Sure, in regular day-to-day life he wielded his magic as carefully as one would a gun, but that was simply not true when he was drunk.
He found himself sitting on a couch, and Kelly suddenly vanished. He frowned, but the man soon came back with something in his hand, which turned out to be a wet towel, and cleaned his face with it. Remy grunted and half-heartedly tried to get away, but in the end, he let Kelly clean him up. His mouth still felt awful.
And now, Kelly faulted him for not seeking the man up. "You know 'next time' basically meant 'never', right?" He couldn't believe it. "And if I'd seek you out you'd say, next time, and next time, and next time..." His voice faltered at the end. "It hurts."
Suddenly, he felt like he had no more energy to debate the man. "I was mad. And... and scared. I don't hate you."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 19, 2022 18:30:28 GMT 7
“Who the fuck has a right mind for that? Next time could be tomorrow, it could be a day after tomorrow, it could be fortnight or when you are not to hate me —”
Just like a mother who was currently taking care of her little child, or more like when Rhys took care of his younger siblings. Rhys gently wiped the man’s face with a cleaned, warm towel including the lips area where it smelled like alcohol and puke.
“If it hurts for you, what about me? You said yourself I'm a Hufflepuff, you reckon I can do that?” You reckon I can and willingly, voluntarily hurt you? — Rhys looked at the man losing his energy, sat with his head laid back to the seat. This would cause a great hangover on the next day. He threw the towel to the basket full of dirty clothes and with a wave from his wand, the kettle boiled. “And it didn’t cross your mind that I’m scared too? Did you think the journal was left in the bed because of me? Did I ask for it?”
He took two mugs, put a tea bag and honey then poured hot water on each. A warm sweet English breakfast aroma dominating the room. He gave one to Pickering. “Careful it’s hot, drink it, you dehydrated like the sand in the desert.” Rhys took his and chose to sit on the cabinet right in front of the sofa. From there, he has a good look of how awful Pickering was.
“Why do you do this?” Drunk yourself until you lose control, what’s the point? Who hurt you?
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 19, 2022 19:19:46 GMT 7
He didn't have any more energy to get mad at Kelly. He had been burned many, many times in the past—placing his hopes up when someone said 'next time' so frequently that he had a visceral reaction to anyone saying those words. So when Kelly, the one person who seemed like he would be receptive, said that... he thought he was immune but it turned out he wasn't. Hence the drunken stupor he'd sent himself into.
"I thought you can't do that, that's why..." That's why it hurt so, so much more. He was...
He watched as Kelly boiled a kettle of water and made tea for both of them. He honestly wasn't expecting this—he didn't think too much ahead when he confronted Kelly in front of the hospital before, but it certainly seem strange to him, to have Kelly serving tea like this, with a bit of honey to boot. He lifted the mug to his lips, took a sip, and regretted it because it was still too hot to drink.
"I... I thought you," he mumbled, hand still wrapped around the mug. "I just want to forget it all...."
He took another sip.
"I thought you would understand, but then you said 'next time' and... I don't know. I want to forget it all."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 19, 2022 22:02:49 GMT 7
He took his tea, let the warm lingered in his throat and chest while Pickering gathered himself. Forget all, what to forget? Their encounter? Rhys was about to protest but ended up letting the man finish first. He wanted to know everything, every single thing.
“I don’t even know what to understand. To be frank, Pickering, you are not an easy person to talk to. You are stiff, only thinking about yourself, but weirdly, incredibly, distant. You even stopped me when I tried to call your name. Your real name.” Rhys licked his lower lips, couldn’t believe what was happening in his own safe place. He took a sip from his drink. “And I thought you weren’t ready to talk, you asked why I want to go with you. Because I want to know you!”
— “For merlin’s sake, I heard a different person when I read that journal. I’m sorry, I know I’m crossing the line, I read it because I don’t know whose journal that was until in the point there’s your name at the back. I don’t even know your middle name starts with A.”
He fumed and it was obvious. “It has been weeks and I haven’t heard anything about you or from you.” and he remembered the last time they met. The tense, as Rhys could feel the gripped on the man’s hand ready to swing it onto his face. Rhys traced his neck as he could feel the tightness on his collar shirt, as the man pulled it up.
“I don’t have many friends, Pickering but since at the Leaky I thought you are one.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 19, 2022 22:24:53 GMT 7
At the memory of Kelly calling his given name, Remy couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting hotter. He could still picture it clearly in his mind, the two of them, on the same bed, with a cat between them—and Kelly had said it so softly, so tenderly that he just had to tell Kelly to stop doing that. And after that Kelly just shut down, which at that time he was thankful for.
"Athanasius," he murmured, at the mention of his middle name. "It's Athanasius."
Kelly continued his rant, while Remy couldn't even look straight to his eyes and instead stared right into his cup, almost wishing it was loose leaf tea instead so he could pretend he was reading it for divination as they did in their third-year class. But alas it was a tea bag, and you couldn't divine anything from a teabag.
“I don’t have many friends, Pickering but since at the Leaky I thought you are one.”
"That day at the bookstore I thought you might want to become my friend," he brought his mug closer. Sober, he might never say that to Kelly's face, but alcohol always made him more loose-lipped—not that he frequently got drunk in front of people. "I couldn't... couldn't trust anyone. Tried to make friends in school but the answer was next time, always next time... and you said next time, too."
Maybe it wasn't fair to Kelly. But he did what he could to protect himself.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 19, 2022 22:38:18 GMT 7
Athanasius,
What a pretty name.
For Rhys, his name was nothing like Pickering’s, just some random words that used to be a name before and it was still used as a name after. Rhys, just like other pagans children, was not baptised. No names added to theirs that came from the church.
“I do. I do want to be your friend but I have a limit too, after the grip, after the slander, after how you scoff, I was so close to losing myself and I don’t want that. Because I still want to be your friend, that’s why I said next time.” Rhys finished his tea and walked to the smaller nook that he called kitchen or more like a pantry to put the dirty dishes in the sink. The brush and water start running to clean the mug right away.
“I thought I could be like you, become the exception but I guess I’m just like another kid at school.” He reached at the storage on the top of the bar, picked a pack of muggle biscuits. It was called digestive with milk chocolate. “I guess I’m not as special as you.”
Because you are always the exception.
With a pack of biscuits in his hand, he sat on the sofa. Took and munched one of them before giving it to Pickering.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 19, 2022 22:57:02 GMT 7
"And here I am, wishing that I could just be another kid at school," he answered, sipping at his still mostly full tea. He still couldn't meet Kelly's eyes, as he didn't want to find out how Kelly was looking at him. Did he stare at him with understanding? Or pity? He just preferred not to know and thus he kept his head down. "If I was sorted to your House it might've been easier. I might even have some friends by now."
He used to imagine what it would be like, living somewhere else. It would certainly be easier if he were not a wizard, but getting Sorted to any other Houses would be a welcome change.
Kelly went to sit right beside him and offered him a pack of biscuits, one he frequently saw at his parents' house. He took one wordlessly and nibbled on it with one hand while the other still clutched his mug. As they sat there in silence, he let his head rest on Kelly's shoulder and sighed.
"Is this the 'next time' you promised, then?" Oh, how he let himself hope this time. And please, please don't shatter this hope again.
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 20, 2022 0:50:16 GMT 7
“We always want something we don’t have.” Eventually a smile formed on Rhys face. He might be mad, he might fume, but he never holds a grudge. It was easy for Rhys to feel lonely, hence he always cherished people around him and in this case, Pickering wasn’t exception.
“There’s a serious prejudice regarding your house, but we might not be like this if you do.”
He couldn’t help wondering what if they spend the same time in the same house together. Yeah, It would be nice. They were probably friends already, and Pickering probably won’t act like he saw that time or this recent time, reserved and distant. Pickering is probably more like the man that he read in the journal, warm, welcoming, and gentle — the man won’t yearn to feel belong because he will. If they ended up in the same house.
“My next time is exactly what it meant, it could be tomorrow, a day after tomorrow, next fortnight, next month — maybe not next month, I probably think you already forgot about me.” He took the biscuits again, rested his leg on the small console table in front of them. “Did you get drunk often? Is that how you cope?”
There was a light white feather touch his nose, almost resulted to sneeze. These Daily Prophet's owl need a maintenance.
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 20, 2022 1:08:07 GMT 7
"So this one doesn't count," he frowned. There it is, Kelly might seem like an open book but he swore the man was more intricate than any kind of mazes. Just when he thought he almost figured it out Kelly said things that made him second guess himself. So what was he supposed to do?
It was a bit awkward, leaning over to Kelly's shoulder while still holding a digestive in one hand and a mug in another. He took turns sipping his tea and nibbling on the biscuit but he managed to keep doing that, God knows how. He still felt light, too light, but he was mostly in control now, unlike before. At least, that's what he hoped.
"Ever since the bookshop," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Going home... felt awful so I drink a bit when I get home, but today I went drinking outside." Bad choice on his part, since if he were home he would most likely have passed out on his own bed and not in Kelly's flat. "What do you see in that journal? No one ever got interested in me."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 20, 2022 4:46:50 GMT 7
“I would like to have another next time, and another, and another until we are sick of each other.”
Rhys smiled while he looked at Pickering, somehow there was an urge to vandalise the face with marker or attack it with a pillow hard just to spark laughter on that stern face. Not that day, he was still tip toeing.
He could feel the heaviness on his shoulder. The smell of alcohol, hints of smell like puke, tea, and linen that still lingers in the room. Rhys sighed, his hand reached the tip of the man’s head, traced Pickering’s hair, and gently caressed it like he used to do it for his younger sibling about to go to bed soon.
“I know Slytherin is not as bright as the Ravenclaws, but this is passed from idiocy act, especially coming from you.” He pinched the man’s nose jokingly. The question made him sighed, again. To be honest, he read all of them. Even the one that made him blush as he never imagined the written things were possible to do in real life. It was licentious.
“I see how lonely you are. You really want to hold hands with our senior, fair enough he was very nice to everyone. Your type is a pretty quidditchy lads, a wee hunk man, and you got an example from the magazine there.” the cutted figure that looks like someone who went for a war or exercised on a daily basis, someone who was incredibly far off from Rhys’ physical traits.
“I saw how your parents want you back to the muggle world, and they are religious, and I saw your carnal sense.” His forehead frowned, face bloomed red, but head shook. “I don’t know how you do it but you do you, Pickering.” He chuckles, carnal things weren’t something he used to talk about on a day to day basis. He was still embarrassed about it. “Hey, you know what? Whatever happened. Don’t ruin yourself for it. This drinking thing, is going to destroy your liver if you kept going.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 20, 2022 16:37:54 GMT 7
"Oh." There was a sense of warmth pooling in his stomach, just listening to those promises from Kelly. Sentences, really, but they sound like promises to him. It just sounded so... juvenile, in a way, but it truly made him feel more content—at least for a while. Usually, his brain would tell him not to let those words get to his head but in his state, it was easier to ignore it and just embrace the words.
Kelly started mentioning a lot of things from his journal. God, he wasn't kidding when he said he'd read a lot of that journal. Remy had owned it since the last months of his seventh year, and he remembered writing about the crush he once had on an upperclassman in his third year. His crush was in the Quidditch team, and it stuck, in a way. Kelly also mentioned more personal things, and in the regular condition he might've shut Kelly up, but now he just chuckled to himself while feeling his face reddens. He tried not to be too detailed in those entries, but still. He'd need to learn a spell to encode the journal and make sure no one would be able to read it. He was too lazy and it bit him in the ass.
"I'll try," he replied, as he couldn't promise anything. At least with this one weight was taken off his shoulders, and Kelly seemed like he wasn't about to judge him or anything like that. Kelly also wasn't a gossip, at least that's what he gathered, and coming from Hufflepuff he tended to believe that Kelly was telling the truth anyway. "It tasted awful anyway, but it is effective..."
He put his empty mug by his side, and just sat there and enjoyed Kelly carding through his hair, just like what his mum used to do when he was small.
"Thank you."
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Post by Rhys Kelly on Jan 20, 2022 16:51:37 GMT 7
Rhys shrugged and let the man who laid his head onto him moved for a couple of seconds. Effective, the man said. Effective for what? Effective to destroy the organ until it was too late and the damage couldn’t be treated anymore? Both of them haven’t reached twenty yet but if Pickering kept doing it, he might not even reach thirty.
“No worries, maybe we are just lonely people”
He reached the man’s free hand, remembering the exact sentence that was written in the journal. Rhys remembered how torn he was when he read it. It was a simple thing, things that he used to do with his exes, simple things like walking in a hallway with their fingers intertwined, or his arm on the girl’s shoulder, a quick peck before class. A simple thing he did but Pickering here never had to experience.
It would create some hush hush for sure, teachers probably put their involvement. It wasn’t pity, but empathy. Rhys imagines putting himself in Pickering’s shoes, his life must be very lonely.
“I’m not our hunky senior that you like, or some athletic lads so it might feel different.” Rhys intertwined his fingers in the gap of Pickering’s palm “But now at least you know how it feels to hold someone’s hand.” Smiles so wide, his forehead meet jokingly hit the man’s head but the reaction after was came from a reflex.
“No shit Pickle you are fucking smelly! Take a shower, clean yourself, I’ll get toothbrush for you.”
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Post by Ephraim Pickering on Jan 20, 2022 17:25:33 GMT 7
"Maybe." He didn't see Kelly's hand, all he knew was suddenly something held his hand. He was surprised for a second before he looked down and for some reason, Kelly decided to hold his hand. He just smiled to himself and shook his head, but enjoyed the touch nonetheless. He never held hands with anyone—not since he was a child, all those years ago. At some point, he'd decided he was too old to hold hands with anyone, and ever since then his hands had no companion but each other. Until this day. "It feels nice," he murmured, and leaned further to Kelly, almost falling asleep from the comfort and the warmth but a second later Kelly pulled away and protested his smell. Remy laughed and pulled away himself, leaning back on the couch, and listen as Kelly ordered him to take a shower like a mother hen. Yeah, Kelly was such a mother hen. But he nodded nonetheless. He might never predict that this night would end in him puking on Kelly's floor, narrowly missing the man himself, being plied by tea and biscuits, and taking a shower here, but it was the best course this night could take. And maybe, this would truly be the beginning of a good thing.
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