Post by Emory Williams on Jul 21, 2017 9:49:19 GMT -5
It was a bright autumn morning that found Emory sitting at his usual table at the Three Broomsticks. A glass in hand, he was attempting for the third time to get his life back on track. Ok. Enough wallowing. It was time to get some answers and sort himself out. Plus he was fast running out of money. He had never had a huge amount and usually relied on his freelancing to keep him going. Being declared dead for 17 years had not helped the situation and as he had no remaining family, his possessions and by that he meant the meagre amount of savings, had been claimed by the Ministry. It had taken what felt like endless days of paperwork for them to acknowledge that no, he was not in fact dead and that they owed him that money back thank you very much.
But as he’d already noted, it hadn’t been a lot. Enough to cover a month’s rent in a very small room above Madame Puddfoots and buy him enough alcohol to drown his sorrows in. A week later and Emory finally felt that maybe, just maybe, he ought to do something more than just drink.
The problem with having no family was that he wasn’t really sure what to do and who to talk to. After seeing Magritte he’d been pretty shaken with the visible age difference. He wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see old friends who were once younger than him and who might now be older than him… that was just plain… weird. Even for the magical world. Then again, he’d had a look at the list of the Returned. He snorted. What a stupid name. Returned from what? He didn’t feel like he’d been anywhere. If anything, it had just felt like being splinched. Except he hadn’t lost any body parts, just a large snippet of life. The body parts would have been better, he mused sadly.
But anyway, he’d had a glance at the list and seen Siara’s name. So he hadn’t been the only one from the Black Watch. It made him feel a little better. At least, maybe they could relate to the strangeness of the situation. And she was an anchor to the time before. He needed an anchor. Often felt like he was floating away in the whole mess. Though that could have been a side effect of pickling his liver in whisky.
Ok. He would do it. He downed the last sip of his drink, and banged the empty glass on the table with determination. He would gather the Black Watch together again and together they would sort this awful mess out. Just like the old days. Which really were old days he realized. “Bloody 17 years,” he muttered. “Ok, a patronus should do it,” he continued, whipping out his wand. He glanced a couple giving him a dirty look as they took in his messy appearance and the multiple empty glasses on his table. “What? Never seen a man who’d lost 17 years?” he joked.
Maybe they could meet that afternoon. At the Leaky Cauldron. On second thought, perhaps not. Too much drinking temptation. Merlin. Maybe it had gotten a bit out of hand. Emory gave himself a sharp slap. “Get yourself together man. You’re young. You’re handsome…”he caught a whiff of himself, “You stink..”
The couple got up and nervously moved to the other side of the room. Emory gave them a cheery wave but took their point. Maybe a bit of a clean up before meeting everyone. Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlour could do it. A nice cheery place for a reunion. With a flick of his wand, his patronus appeared and with another swish, the Ring-tailed lemur bounded off with it’s message;
But as he’d already noted, it hadn’t been a lot. Enough to cover a month’s rent in a very small room above Madame Puddfoots and buy him enough alcohol to drown his sorrows in. A week later and Emory finally felt that maybe, just maybe, he ought to do something more than just drink.
The problem with having no family was that he wasn’t really sure what to do and who to talk to. After seeing Magritte he’d been pretty shaken with the visible age difference. He wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see old friends who were once younger than him and who might now be older than him… that was just plain… weird. Even for the magical world. Then again, he’d had a look at the list of the Returned. He snorted. What a stupid name. Returned from what? He didn’t feel like he’d been anywhere. If anything, it had just felt like being splinched. Except he hadn’t lost any body parts, just a large snippet of life. The body parts would have been better, he mused sadly.
But anyway, he’d had a glance at the list and seen Siara’s name. So he hadn’t been the only one from the Black Watch. It made him feel a little better. At least, maybe they could relate to the strangeness of the situation. And she was an anchor to the time before. He needed an anchor. Often felt like he was floating away in the whole mess. Though that could have been a side effect of pickling his liver in whisky.
Ok. He would do it. He downed the last sip of his drink, and banged the empty glass on the table with determination. He would gather the Black Watch together again and together they would sort this awful mess out. Just like the old days. Which really were old days he realized. “Bloody 17 years,” he muttered. “Ok, a patronus should do it,” he continued, whipping out his wand. He glanced a couple giving him a dirty look as they took in his messy appearance and the multiple empty glasses on his table. “What? Never seen a man who’d lost 17 years?” he joked.
Maybe they could meet that afternoon. At the Leaky Cauldron. On second thought, perhaps not. Too much drinking temptation. Merlin. Maybe it had gotten a bit out of hand. Emory gave himself a sharp slap. “Get yourself together man. You’re young. You’re handsome…”he caught a whiff of himself, “You stink..”
The couple got up and nervously moved to the other side of the room. Emory gave them a cheery wave but took their point. Maybe a bit of a clean up before meeting everyone. Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlour could do it. A nice cheery place for a reunion. With a flick of his wand, his patronus appeared and with another swish, the Ring-tailed lemur bounded off with it’s message;
Attention members of the Black Watch,
I have returned. Rejoice. We should meet. And by should I mean, be at Floreans for 2pm.
I have returned. Rejoice. We should meet. And by should I mean, be at Floreans for 2pm.
