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Post by marcus on Feb 14, 2010 17:08:50 GMT -5
It was getting late, and Marcus needed a drink. Not to forget as most people did, but actually remember. It was strange how he would walk in to the pub around the same time of night, order a fire whiskey and try to remember what exactly had happened to make him wind up in the middle of purgatory, caught in his own personal hell. Most people would rather forget their past, but after the events that had happened to him, he would rather remember than forget.
As he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron his mind already began to race, tracing its way back through history, pinning important moments to the tip of his thoughts. He could remember his childhood quite well, then came his mothers passing, then the beatings by his father. In fact, he really could remember everything until a month ago, when it seemed he had just black out for a few days, then wound up in an abandoned house in a local rural district of London.
It was all an excuse for a drink though when it came down to it. He could remember what the bloody hell had happened, but tricked his mind into thinking that he had been blacked out during the time he lost the last of his sanity. He had messed up a perfectly good girl's life by getting loaded with a friend of hiss and then messed around with her on accident. It had caused him to go into reclusion, keeping away from everyone that he knew. He had even faked his own death in the Prophet to try and keep anyone looking for him off his back, though it was not too long after words that he found Adrianna in this very pub, walking out to the back alley to get drunk.
Passing among a few people, he made his way to his usual seat at the bar. Matt, the usual bartender at this time, gave a rather friendly greeting (Marcus had saved him from Adrianna's binding curse before he left last time) and gave him the usual bottle of orange-ish bronze liquid and a shot glass. Spinning the top off and placing it tot he side, Marcus lifted the bottle up and over, tilting it a bit to pour the contents into the glass. He placed the bottle to counter, than ran a hand through his wild black hair, taking the glass and draining it in once shot.
"Ahhh" He sighed out of his throat, the warm liquid sending chills down his spine. This was the beginning of many drinks for the night, or so he thought.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 14, 2010 18:09:54 GMT -5
Walking around the streets at night now wasn’t something that really bothered Emilie. She grew up walking the streets and being out at night in general. But that was back in muggle Liverpool. The wizarding world wasn’t as bad as the muggle world. At the muggle world Em wasn’t able to protect herself. Here at least she could use magic and get guys away from her if need be. Back home she couldn’t use magic. Back home there were people who didn’t care about her. After her brother was killed there was no one left. Even her best friend left her when they were young. One day he was just gone and she hasn’t heard from him since.
The Leaky Cauldron has become the place that Emilie goes to, to forget her past. Even though she wasn’t supposed to be drinking anymore a drink or two wouldn’t hurt her. The pill popping was done with and well the smoking hasn’t stopped. But she’s down to less than one pack a day. That was always good. But she had to try and forget what happened to her when she was thirteen. The guy that beat her and tried to rape her. All which lead to her brother’s death, which was her fault after all. She had scars to remember the almost rape. Emilie didn’t want to remember that tonight. She could feel herself getting somewhat into that depression state. She had to stop it before it got too far.
The bar was pretty empty at this time. The adults were at probably a better bar to go out drinking. This was just a tiny place, good for people who were passing through or for people who didn’t want to talk to one another. Emilie got out of school easily and it never took much to get out of that place. For a muggleborn she was pretty smart. The school wasn’t nearly as secure as it was in the old days. Looking around the place her blue eyes landed on a male at the bar and a male bartender. She didn’t think she knew them so it was all good. Emilie was just here to have a drink to get her mind off what happened two years ago.
Sitting at the bar she called the bartender over and got a glass of firewhiskey. It was the easiest alcoholic drink to get here and it tasted amazing. Once her drink was brought over she noticed the guy next to her was enjoying his drink also. As Emilie drank she began thinking that the guy looked familiar. That his hair looked all too familiar. She knew that she probably looked weird but she leaned over the bar to get a better look at his face. And she almost passed out right then and there from seeing him. “Excuse me,” Emilie said to the young man who was sitting a seat away from her. “You look like an old friend of mine. I’m Emilie Holmes. I don’t know if you remember me.” She said with a smile on her face. He better remember her. He must remember her. They were together for the first seven years of their lives.
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Post by marcus on Feb 14, 2010 19:52:31 GMT -5
Time wandered and passed as Marcus sat at the bar, refilling his glass once again. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a back of cigarettes, flipping open the top and placing it to his lips. His lips caught one of the ends and he pulled the pack away, closing the top and sticking it back in his pocket as the cigarette bounced up and down between his soft lips. He searched at first for his wand, but only found the lighter he had been using for over a month now. He had left his wand, stabbed into the tree on the grounds of Hogwarts, only a day later to be picked up by Adrianna herself, and kept as if a relic to his existence .
The door opened, giving a little ring and Marcus' eyes flickered up to Matt who was cleaning glasses, trying to see the reflection of who just walked in. All he could make out from the man's eyes was that it was a blonde headed girl. Sighing softly, He flicked open the lighter, producing a soft flame, and let the end of his cigarette. He tossed the lighter on the counter, then took a drag of the cigarette, letting the sweet smoke fill and caress his lungs like always. This was about the time the girl had sat down a few seat down from him.
It was silent at first, besides the female's voice (which brought up an odd childhood memory) calling for her own drink. His pale hand reached out and pulled an ashtray towards him, flicking ashes into the blackened pottery as he did so. He took the glass in his free hand, placing it to his lips to once again drain the contents it contained, filling his throat with a nice burning sensation this time around than the first. That was the curious thing about the drink. It started off warm, but the more you drank it, the hotter it got going down.
His green eyes flicked slightly to the right, catching the girl leaning over as if to look over at him. She shuttered for a moment, which caught his attention, and he turned around to face her clearly. She looked all to familiar, as if a distant storybook character that played on the tip of his tongue. She spoke her name. Emilie, Emilie Holmes. At first his mind was blank, probably from the alcohol now rushing its way through his body, but then a cloudy picture began to form of his youth, and there he stood with two other kids, a little blonde headed girl, and her clearly stated brother. He almost choked on his own air and then looked at her wide-eyed.
"Em?" He said his voice soft but his accent just as harsh as in his youth. "Is that really you? He gave a kind of half happy, half sad smile as he looked at her, many memories now welling up inside his mind.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 14, 2010 20:42:37 GMT -5
The drink went down her throat and it was like she barely even felt the burning sensation. It was like she was drinking water and to her it felt the same too. After drinking so much at a young age alcohol was really nothing to her now. Well after a few drinks that was when she really began to notice the effect alcohol had on her but she just needed one drink now. Just to calm down her nerves a bit. Emilie knew that she shouldn’t drink when she felt this way but it was just what she resorted to. Therapy helped her out for a bit and took away most of her bad habits. Yet nothing was going to stop her when she really wanted a drink. And if anyone knew her whole story they would of course let her drink.
When Em smelled the smoke in the air it was another reason for her to look over at the guy. Smoking was just another thing she was addicted too. And she could feel the smokes in her pocket begging her to take them out and smoke a few. Never did Emilie use her wand to light up a smoke. It was always the lighter that was in her other pocket. Her finger that the fingers were painted bright red, actually reached for her pocket. But Emilie wouldn’t do that here. For some reason she didn’t like smoking in buildings even thought everyone did it. She preferred smoking outside. She did have some self control when it came to her smoking habits.
A wide smile went over her face seeing that Marcus did recognize her. It has almost been ten years that they last saw each other. And he was a wizard also? She probably knew that but so many things have happened over the year. The memories she kept from her childhood were the ones that she spent with Marcus. But it was always hard because when she thought of Marcus she also thought of her brother. Who for some reason even though he was around four years older still hung out with them. “I can’t believe I found you!” she said really happy that she had found him. She wanted to go over and hug him but it has been a while. Emilie had no idea if that would be appropriate or not.
“And of course it’s me!” she said smiling and laughing. This was the guy who she had some many good times with. Memories that haven’t left her mind yet and probably never would. Actually Marcus was her first crush. Ever. But she never admitted it then. They were young. Boys were gross and there was no relationships. But it was going to be hard because he had been friends with her brother. Who was dead now because of her. “How have you been, love? It’s been forever.” She did have a rather thick accent but with Marcus it came out so much more.
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Post by marcus on Feb 14, 2010 21:15:00 GMT -5
Marcus' mind twirled and spun, sending itself back to the days of his youth where him and Emilie use to play and walk around the streets. He could smell the salty water from the piers they had walked on again, and started to also feel a little bit of his sanity creep back into himself. It had been so long, ten years in fact, and just thinking about the time gap made his stomach twist up in knots. He couldn't believe it really, not only that she turned up in some local pub in London, but a Wizarding pub at best, which meant she was a witch. He had been pulled from Liverpool too quickly to ever really expose his magic, or seen hers for himself.
He let out a slight chuckle as she stated she found him. It caused an actual smile to form on his face, rather than one of the more twisted ones that usually exposed themselves. For a moment, he felt the urge that they should hug, or at least shake hands, but the moment passed and Marcus found it rather delusional to think such thoughts after they had both lost each other for nearly ten years. Though, she was the one girl to stick beside him at those times, usually most girls would of shrieked 'COOTIES!' and ran away.
The question he was waiting for slipped through her lips and hit him like ice, sending paranoia like chills down his back. He cleared his throat, took a drag off the cigarette, and then spoke, letting the smoke dribble out softly. "Ah well you know me, been here and there mostly. He chuckled softly, flicking ashes into the tray beside him on the counter. "What about you dear?" He asked, filling his glass back up with the amber liquid. "I tried looking you up, but all I could find was something on your brother." It was true, he had tried to look her up once, but all he could find in an archives was a little snippet about her brother, something about a gun though the text was smudged only providing a picture of the smiling boy.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 14, 2010 22:45:20 GMT -5
Childhood was mostly blocked out in her mind because of her parents. Her parents never liked her and hated her once they found out she was a witch. Couldn’t do anything right in their eyes. Probably because she was a mistake or an ‘accident’. But oh well. Over the years Emilie just learned to ignore everything her parents said. Even when she came home for the summer she spent most of her time walking around. Anything to do to get away from home. Even though she never walked by the spot where she was beaten. Wouldn’t even go to that part of the city anymore. Too many painful memories there. When she went home now most of her time was spent at the cemetery where her brother was buried. He would have hated to see her when she went through her time of depression but he would have been so proud of her when she told him of what she learned at Hogwarts.
Here and there wasn’t an exact answer but what could Emilie really expect from him? It has been a decade since she last spoke to him and back then it was about the simple things in life. Now they were older and she couldn’t help but smile seeing him in front of her. Her first crush, she couldn’t deny that he has gotten cuter over the years. But she could remember all the times when they were young and they would just walk the streets. Or hide when Emilie didn’t want to go home those nights. It was hard to believe that the same guy who stuck around her when she was young was here now.
When he mentioned Danny, her brother, she knew her mouth opened slightly since no words came out. No one here knew about her brother and she didn’t want them to know. Em really didn’t want that sympathy from anyone. “Well I am flattered that you tried looking me up.” She said smiling but then took her drink and drank the rest of it. “You saw that piece about Danny because he was shot and killed around two years ago now. I was attacked walking around the city and Danny went after the guy. It was probably his obituary you saw.” Emilie explained knowing that Marcus would probably start feeling bad for her now or something. “But that’s the past and I’m better now. Somewhat.” She told him with a crocked grin.
“Do you go to Hogwarts? I’m guessing that since you are here you are a wizard?” she said trying to get the topic off her brother and what she went through. Emilie wouldn’t know how this would have all changed if Marcus stuck around. Probably the same thing would have happened. Not even Marcus could have stopped all of this.
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Post by marcus on Feb 14, 2010 23:20:14 GMT -5
Marcus was surprised himself that the old memories of his childhood flashed back into his mind as if they were fresh from yesterday. From the time of Marcus' childhood ending (about when he was 6) to the time he was 11, all those memories had been suppressed back into the farthest corners of his mind, only to be unlocked by some sort of catalyst like a voice or a face. It was his father who caused this. Once his mother had been killed, his father swooped him up without a sound and they fled the place as if it was cursed, and maybe it was. Maybe that was the reason his mother had such shitty luck and got blown down to the living room floor. It wasn't until he was 13 that he really got a hold of the reigns to his life, telling his father to bugger off and leave him be, and surprisingly the man did.
It was just recently that he saw his father again, alive and well. Though that didn't last long, as his father started to say that everything he had done (from the beatings to the furious magical training) was for his own good, to aid him in some sort of destiny. But instead of saying thanks, Marcus killed him in cold blood, his rage too much to be kept in anymore.
As he sat there, smiling at the old friend, he started to think about it all. It was very ironic how their lives were. At first his was near perfect, coming from a loving and respectable family, and Em's wasn't. She was Muggle-born, being told constantly she was no good by her father and mother, just because she was a wtich and they had no magic for themselves. It made him sick thinking about it. He could still remember hiding out with her on the streets when she didn't want to go home, scared of what might would happen. It seemed the tables had turned now seeing the girl's smile true and his rather forced as if to be polite.
She spoke now of her brother and his heart dropped a bit. Dead? There was no way he could be dead! Danny was such a nice guy, how could someone do that to him? He then paused in his thoughts, now reflecting on his own "death". Was this really how everyone felt about him? He knew for sure Emilie would and so did Adrianna. But what about Petra? Dom? Anton? What about all the others who had stood beside him this whole time? He wondered what they were thinking about him now.
His thoughts snapped back as she spoke again, asking if he went to Hogwarts. He took a drag off his cigarette again and chuckled, billowing out smoke. "Well I use to. Kinda dropped out a month ago." Way to go Marcus! Very impressive. He was a total loser and he could see that now. Maybe some God had sent this girl as an intervention? But then again, He knew of no God nor Devil. He knew of no hell, except the one he had made around him, forever to burn in it seemed.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 15, 2010 0:18:35 GMT -5
There wasn’t a time in her childhood that wasn’t filled with the fear that her parents might physically abuse her. Her whole life was filled with verbal and mental abuse and she was never once hit until she was attacked in that alley way. But when she was young her parents’ words did hurt her. Emilie remembered once her father yelled at her badly and it went on for an hour before she decided to run out of the house. Usually Danny was the one to run after her but this was when he was still alive and he stayed back to calm their father down. Emilie ran to the park and hide at a playground up in one of those tunnels. Em only came out when she saw Marcus. He was always there for her when she needed it. She didn’t return home that night. And even though she was really young at the time Emilie knew by then that home wasn’t safe.
When depression hit her there were tons of things that Emilie could have done. She could have turned out like her parents and become a complete bitch and do nothing with her life. But she made the decision to be a good person and try to remain happy. She could have also been the girl who became anti social and didn’t want to live anymore. Most girls did that after being beaten, almost raped and then losing the only person who ever cared about you. Marcus was another person who cared about her but he wasn’t there when she was attacked. Wasn’t there when Danny was killed. And when he was killed she wished that Marcus was around. Emilie would remember that he was there for her when she was little and suddenly he was gone. So when Danny was killed there was literally no one left for her. Finding Marcus here must have been some sort of sign. Someone out there knew she came here because she felt depressed and made sure she found Marcus.
Dropped out? That didn’t make any sense to her. This was the only good thing going in her life now. She never wanted to go home over the summer. “Why? What happened? And how come I never saw you once at Hogwarts?” she asked him smiling at the end. How come she never saw him there? Emilie thought she would have noticed him. She noticed him sitting at the bar. Where was he before? “I got sorted into Ravenclaw, by the way.” She added. Well at least she knew he wasn’t in her own house. Em would have noticed him there for sure.
The smile didn’t leave her lips while she talked to him. He was always such a nice guy to her and was just always there for her. That left an impression on her and probably one reason why she still wasn’t in therapy now popping pills to numb the pain. “So what have I missed the past few years? The only thing I know about you is that you left me back at Liverpool around a decade ago.” Emilie wouldn’t hold that against him because he was only around six or seven at the time. Obviously he wouldn’t leave her so suddenly on purpose.
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Post by marcus on Feb 15, 2010 14:21:00 GMT -5
As his heart sank more, Marcus could feel his throat tighten a bit. Taking the cigarette back to his lips, he gave a quick and rather sharp drag from it, holding the smoke in longer than usual as his mind twirled away into thoughts.
Danny was dead, and yet Marcus couldn't believe it. It made his stomach churn to think the last bit of information he saw on the boy was actually his obituary in the London Archives. His thoughts fixated on Em now. Marcus had left many years prior to the event, but for some reason he felt as if it was his fault for not being there for her. He had been there all those years, making sure she was okay. Hell, he still remembered the night they met on the playground, her in the little tunnel, and even then he had protected her (even though she was just a strange girl to him, never seeing her before).
Thoughts were pulled and placed back in their places as Em spoke again, Marcus letting out the smoke he had held for those few moments in his lungs. "I got into some trouble with a few people, no big deal really." He chuckled softly after it, trying to give the illusion he was fine, though he knew himself that he wasn't at all. She told him how she got sorted into Ravenclaw and he chuckled a bit more. "Ah, figures we never saw each other then. I was in Slytherin." He placed the cigarette back to his lips, taking another drag from it.
Em asked him what had happened since he left her and his heart fell a bit more again. He knew he was going to have to tell her the truth soon enough, why not start now? "Well for starters, me Mum died back in Liverpool." He gave a soft sigh as he spoke, letting the smoke fall from his nose, flicking ashes into the ashtray. "She was murdered by some bloke named Griffon. A death eater of course. My dad picked me up, packed a few bags, and we left that house the same day." He looked off for a moment as thoughts resurfaced, flashbacks of his mother's death arising into the fresh part of his mind. "We moved around from place to place till I was of age to go to Hogwarts. Que the whole 'I've been here and there' reference." He chuckled a little bit as he refilled his glass, draining it once again now trying to sequester the memories back into the vault.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 15, 2010 16:52:23 GMT -5
There had to be tons of things that she had thought about and what she would say when she met Marcus again. When she was younger before everything happened, she had wanted to yell at him. But then after a while that pain went away and for a while it was just her by herself again. She even went searching for him. Went across town and everything for weeks after he left. Sometimes not returning home for a few nights. Emilie was street smart even back then. She knew how to survive on the streets. But when Marcus was around they were the kids that you never saw without the other. And of course Danny was around most of the time too. She really did miss her brother an awful lot. Only at one point in her life was she ever completely alone and that was when Danny died. Em felt a lot better knowing that Marcus was around.
Well it seemed like they both picked up a nasty habit. Smoking and the more he was smoking the more it made her want to. But she would rather keep that habit to herself. Emilie knew a lot of people saw it as disgusting and she was the sweet, innocent girl at school. Wouldn’t help her too much if everyone knew she smoked about a pack a day. “No big deal?” she asked rather shocked. If it wasn’t a big deal he wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. Hearing that he got into Slytherin she let out a bit of a laugh. For some reason she never thought he would have gotten himself into that house. He helped her out too much when she was younger. “Never would have thought you would be in Slytherin.” She stated taking a sip of her drink since the bartender so nicely refilled her glass.
Hearing his mother had passed her mouth opened slightly. They both didn’t have very lucky lives. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Again she felt like she should hug her old friend or something. It felt weird to her to sit away from him and while it was good to catch up. She just wished the subject wasn’t so sad. Emilie first had to inform him about her own brother and then she got informed about his mother. If she remembered correctly she only met his family like once. All the time she did spend with him was on the streets or in a park somewhere. “Well that would explain here and there. Last year I was in and out of Hogwarts. Somehow I still managed to pass my exams at the end of the year. One of my friends thought I needed some help.” Em said looking back up at Marcus and giving him a small smile. “Have you been back to Liverpool lately? I’m still there unfortunetly.”
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Post by marcus on Feb 16, 2010 15:50:44 GMT -5
"No big deal?" Em had stated, and Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. He had been through Hell and back, and was venturing into its depths again, so getting into trouble with a few kids from school seemed like salvation rather then damnation in his eyes. He had always been the kind of guy to let things brush off his shoulder, that is unless it dealt with his father or mother, then he would get wound up until he sprung and that wasn't a pretty sight. He chuckled once again as she stated she didn't see him being in Slytherin. He had thought the same at one point. His mom was a Ravenclaw, and he took a lot after her, looks maybe not so much but intelligence and logic he had down pat. It was clear it was the choices he made that sorted him into that group, always getting in fights for being the loner kid. He can still remember some being fearful of him, like many where today int he streets.
Em spoke her apologies and he waved the off, going in one ear and out the other. Pity was for the weak, though he gave a lot of his own to others, always feeling bad for people. He didn't want anyone winding up in the same position he had gotten himself into, especially not Emilie. His thoughts turned as she spoke of how she went through school dropping in and out like he did. "Yeah, I had trouble passing mine, though I made it by a hair. That was my second year though, haven't missed a day since." And he wouldn't with his father dead now.
Then a question Em placed in the air drew rather curious attention to him. He hand't visited Liverpool in years, though he had always wanted to go, just to visit their old home once again. "No I haven't been actually." He stated, accent thick as usual. "How is it down there? Things different?" He started to form images in his mind, fuzzy ones at the most though. He had almost forgotten about the place. A visit would surely have to be arranged with Adrienne.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 18, 2010 11:29:47 GMT -5
Never in Emilie’s life has she really ever started anything with anyone. She did have a back bone but she hated the yelling she got at home and wanted to remain as calm as possible when she wasn’t there. So she really did try to do whatever she could to not have people angry with her. That was why she was quiet most of the time and kept to the books. Em didn’t know what got people angry and knew some things that got her angry. One thing that got her angry was people judging her before they talked to her. Or when someone she didn’t even know brought up the scars she had on her arms. Only Emilie liked to bring up her scars and hated it when people began to question her about them. Once she talked about them she was fine with it. But with people she knew Em liked to talk. And finding an old friend who she has known since childhood was something that didn’t happen too often to her.
It was easy for her to tell that her apology did nothing for him. So they were the same with that. Anytime anyone said they were sorry about her brother or even the life she had Emilie just shook it off. It wasn’t like she was trying to act all tough but she did know someone out there had it worse than she did. Plus she never really liked talking about the past. She was more than ready for the future. “Well that’s good. I think Hogwarts is what is keeping me from ending up like my parents.” ‘Cause Danny wanted this for her and since he wasn’t here now she had to keep on going for herself. Em wouldn’t allow herself to become like them. She went down that road once before and it didn’t do her any good.
Emilie was a bit disappointed that Marcus said he actually hasn’t been back there. But why would he want to go? The best of memories weren’t there. And she would have been a bit angry if he said yes he has been back because that would have meant she missed him at one point. “Nothing really changed. Well nothing changed in my eyes. If you were to go back down there things might have changed. I’m still walking the streets there every summer. Playground still there. That hasn’t changed.” With that Emilie smiled at Marcus. The only thing she noticed that changed was that Danny and he weren’t around anymore. That was the only thing that mattered to her. She then took another sip of her drunk wanting her mind to get a bit fuzzy. Even though she was telling a good friend about her past it still made her feel bad inside.
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Post by marcus on Feb 19, 2010 19:01:36 GMT -5
Marcus' pale hand slipped around the tall bottle once again, tipping it over the shot glass to allow the amber like liquid to spill into it once again. His mind was starting to get fuzzy, and since he was in good company (for now at least) he wouldn't press beyond this last drink. He fingers slipped over the shot glass and raised to his lip, spilling the liquid in and down his throat with the inevitable burning sensation that had always spilled into the flesh of the throat, making its way all the way down to the it of his stomach. It use to make him feel alive, almost braver than most men, but now it just reminded him of the bitterness that ran its way through his life.
Em spoke up as he pressed the cigarette to his lips, returning the glass to the counter at the same time. He let the smoke fill his lungs as the embers burned off the last bit of tobacco that was there. He placed the the bud in the tray, letting it smolder there. "Wish I could say the same..." He replied in a half mumbled, half sympathetic voice, the smoke from his lungs billowing out softly from his mouth and nose. He had become nothing more than a spitting image of his father, blowing random people up in hopes that it would fill some sort of hole in his chest, though no relief came and neither would any hope.
She spoke now of his first home, saying that nothing had changed. He believed her, mostly cause that's what he wanted. The town needed to stay the same, just for the simple fact so he could find the house again, the same house that held birth, death, and abandonment. He chuckled a bit as she mentioned the playground. "Its probably just the same to me, minus the fact that I have't lived there in a decade." He chuckled a little bit more as he screwed back on the top of the bottle, not letting the contents go stale, and sliding it down the counter a little ways to Matt.
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Post by meme3 on Feb 21, 2010 19:56:06 GMT -5
Usually for the most part Emilie was good at making sure she didn’t drink too much or smoke over a pack a day. She knew what her limits were and knew when she was getting close to them. Over the years she was pretty good at moving the alcohol away from her or keeping the cigarettes out of her reach. Em knew that both were bad for her especially at her age and seeing that she was pretty much addicted to both it was even worse. So as the liquid went down her throat she knew that this should be her last drink. She could always feel the effects and knew her brain was getting a bit fuzzy. This was what she wanted but the alcohol was indeed calling her name. When this drink was finished Emilie was going to get another one. Good think Marcus already knew her or he would have thought she was some washed up drunk.
Emilie was rather proud of herself when she watched Marcus putt the bud in ash tray. She didn’t reach for the pack in her pocket once and usually when she saw someone else smoking she took it as her okay to smoke. Plus the smoke in the air didn’t help her much either. But somehow she managed. “We still got a few years left to change, Marcus. We aren’t done growing just yet.” Em winked at him when she told him that and took another sip of her drink. There was still plenty of time for her to turn out like her parents. Who knew what would happen once she left Hogwarts? That meant finding a job in this world. Something that she would have to do since there was no way she was going back to Liverpool once she turned seventeen.
For some reason Emilie didn’t want this conversation to die. She has already spent enough time away from Marcus and really didn’t know when she would see him again. She would go back to Hogwarts and he would go where ever he was living. “Where have you been staying?” Em asked wondering where he could possibly be staying. Here? Well that was some life. Hopefully it was better than this place. Even though if Em lived around here this would be where she ran to. It was a good place since no one ever asked questions. “And when did you pick up that habit?” She asked pointing a red finger nail at the ash tray. Just random questions that a friend should know. True she hasn’t seen him in a while but she was making up for lost time.
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