Post by Declan McKenna on Jul 15, 2017 12:34:37 GMT -5
Hogsmeade had changed very little in 17 years. The insipidly sweet granny haven tea shop was still on high street. Gladrags was still churning out fabulous designs. The Owl post was still covered in bird shit. The Three Broomsticks was still the heart of the village. Declan McKenna had escaped from his family after 72 hours of smothering love. He still couldn't believe that it was October 2038. It was all one bloody elaborate joke. He'd just had an accident, hit his head a bit when he'd apperated home to get the ring. He'd wake up and it would all be right again. His bride would be a bit pissed that he'd gotten hurt on their wedding day, but they'd just find the minister and say their vows. Move into the little apartment on high street.
He could almost convince himself that it was August 2021 except for the fact that it was bloody cold outside instead of the sweltering heat of summer and dry leaves were crunching under his feet. The signs warning of demons at night were gone. There was no curfew and the town was bustling as the sun went down instead of eerily quiet. There was no escaping from the fact that he was a man out of his time. Anger rushed through him and he viciously kicked a pine cone out of his way. It wasn't bloody fair. Why did he have to get caught up in some magical fluke? Why did the love of his life have to be 17 years older than him? He hadn't seen her since he reappeared. He wondered if she knew he was back. If she even cared? His family was reluctant to talk about her. She'd just moved out of town. No longer lived in Hogsmeade. Probably best to let her contact him. If she wanted to. She had a new life now, a new family. Without him. A part of him was angry that she'd moved on. That she found someone else to start their life with. But that was selfish of him. She thought he was dead for nearly two decades. Of course she'd moved on. But he was still bloody pissed that he lost her. If only he'd not been an idiot and forgot the wedding ring. He'd be married. He'd have kids. He'd be a freaking awesome qudditch star. Instead he was a 19 year old jobless lout with no clue on what to do next. He was noticing the differences now. A few new shops. New songs playing. New smells.
Declan turned the corner and headed across the street to the pub. He needed a bloody drink. He pushed open the familiardoor and just stared remembering the time he'd danced with Daisy in the corner. The times he poured drinks behind the bar. There was a different bar tender now. Declan wondered how long the guy had been working there. Resentment flooded through him as he wondered if the guy had been his replacement. Maybe he could get his old job back.
Declan slid onto the bar stool and ordered a firewhiskey. When it came, he just held it in his hands and stared into it's depths. He remembered being in there so clearly the night before for his stag party. He'd been shooting back the stuff as his mates encouraged him. He'd done a scottish jig in the center of the room. Now it was quiet, a few people were enjoying a quiet supper. A young couple with a little kid sat in a corner booth. Declan couldn't help but watch as the young mother tried to feed the squirming two year old peas. The offending vegetable ended up flying across the table instead of the kid's mouth. He imaged a strawberry haired curly mess doing that to him and a ghost of a smile spread across his lips before disappearing. He tossed back the shot and ordered another.
He could almost convince himself that it was August 2021 except for the fact that it was bloody cold outside instead of the sweltering heat of summer and dry leaves were crunching under his feet. The signs warning of demons at night were gone. There was no curfew and the town was bustling as the sun went down instead of eerily quiet. There was no escaping from the fact that he was a man out of his time. Anger rushed through him and he viciously kicked a pine cone out of his way. It wasn't bloody fair. Why did he have to get caught up in some magical fluke? Why did the love of his life have to be 17 years older than him? He hadn't seen her since he reappeared. He wondered if she knew he was back. If she even cared? His family was reluctant to talk about her. She'd just moved out of town. No longer lived in Hogsmeade. Probably best to let her contact him. If she wanted to. She had a new life now, a new family. Without him. A part of him was angry that she'd moved on. That she found someone else to start their life with. But that was selfish of him. She thought he was dead for nearly two decades. Of course she'd moved on. But he was still bloody pissed that he lost her. If only he'd not been an idiot and forgot the wedding ring. He'd be married. He'd have kids. He'd be a freaking awesome qudditch star. Instead he was a 19 year old jobless lout with no clue on what to do next. He was noticing the differences now. A few new shops. New songs playing. New smells.
Declan turned the corner and headed across the street to the pub. He needed a bloody drink. He pushed open the familiardoor and just stared remembering the time he'd danced with Daisy in the corner. The times he poured drinks behind the bar. There was a different bar tender now. Declan wondered how long the guy had been working there. Resentment flooded through him as he wondered if the guy had been his replacement. Maybe he could get his old job back.
Declan slid onto the bar stool and ordered a firewhiskey. When it came, he just held it in his hands and stared into it's depths. He remembered being in there so clearly the night before for his stag party. He'd been shooting back the stuff as his mates encouraged him. He'd done a scottish jig in the center of the room. Now it was quiet, a few people were enjoying a quiet supper. A young couple with a little kid sat in a corner booth. Declan couldn't help but watch as the young mother tried to feed the squirming two year old peas. The offending vegetable ended up flying across the table instead of the kid's mouth. He imaged a strawberry haired curly mess doing that to him and a ghost of a smile spread across his lips before disappearing. He tossed back the shot and ordered another.