Post by Tim Shawil on Jun 10, 2015 14:14:41 GMT -5
Pop.
Tim looked over both shoulders twice, very careful about any Muggles spotting him appearing in thin air. However, he had chosen an alleyway in a town halfway between his home, Cambridgeshire, and work, the Ministry. He stood there a minute, composing himself; his heart was still racing with worry and anger from the days events.
At the office, a coworker had politely taken him aside and held a paper out for him. Some in the department are going to notice the relation, I wouldn't want you last to know, Tim had been told. His eyes had narrowed at his brother and cousins names as well as the listing of foolish spells in the header. They were causing havoc at Durmstrang, that was unsurprising, but had taken the further step of seriously maiming another student. Their citizenship belonged to Ireland, and this improper use of magic fell to this Ministry. Careful of his moments, he had folded the paper, slid it into a pocket, and politely thanked his fellow for the forethought.
Tim had dealt with his confliction all afternoon. He stood by his positions: to cut ties with all but one cousin in the family and to fight against those that abused magic. Yet, he felt some need to act, to try, to give the two teenage boys, Shane and Ryan, even one chance to turn a new leaf before they wound up down a worse path. That one cousin, Sarah, he expected some support from. If she would not help, she would stand by his decision, right?
To his surprise and reason for anger, she had treated him like a fool. When Tim returned home, to where she was staying for Summer holiday, he immediately was irked by the smell of Firewhiskey in the air. He had warned her that he wouldn't tolerate alcohol in his place, yet here she was, for the umpteenth time since she returned, drinking away. Sarah had shown interest at first merely because it was a juicy topic, but refused to acknowledge his talking when she sense what he was getting at.
"This is our family, will you not at least consider it?" Tim had asked, standing over her, shoving the paper he had been given at her. She had thrown him a scathing glare at this, to her thinking they had both been on the same page towards where they came from. The paper began to flame, and he counteracted her spell with a jet of water, in disbelief she would use his fear of fire against him.
Finally, in a moment of exasperation, "Why can't you just hold a conversation? I've been here for you, I allow you to stay here, I've put up with -"...
Before 'you' was said, nasty curses were flying from her and he had no idea what they were, she did them all soundlessly. Tim knew it had been deserved in a way, but it only further enraged him, and he dissaparated before any did him damage.
It took two minutes of walking for him to conclude he would not reapproach the subject when he returned, he knew the boys would do something again, and he would wait until then. If nothing else, his angry words and departure may have made a statement. Sarah would know that was out of character for him, once he apologized for hitting below the belt, she would likely try a bit harder. He hoped, at least.
Tim continued to wander, peering at Muggle shop windows but most were closed. He meandered his way over to River Cam, calmed ten fold by the light sound and watching it flow. Once in awhile, he would continue on, then stop, and reflect some more. He strained himself to think of anything besides the day, and for awhile pondered if wizards and witches could ever capably move an entire river.
tag/anyone, if possible?
Tim looked over both shoulders twice, very careful about any Muggles spotting him appearing in thin air. However, he had chosen an alleyway in a town halfway between his home, Cambridgeshire, and work, the Ministry. He stood there a minute, composing himself; his heart was still racing with worry and anger from the days events.
At the office, a coworker had politely taken him aside and held a paper out for him. Some in the department are going to notice the relation, I wouldn't want you last to know, Tim had been told. His eyes had narrowed at his brother and cousins names as well as the listing of foolish spells in the header. They were causing havoc at Durmstrang, that was unsurprising, but had taken the further step of seriously maiming another student. Their citizenship belonged to Ireland, and this improper use of magic fell to this Ministry. Careful of his moments, he had folded the paper, slid it into a pocket, and politely thanked his fellow for the forethought.
Tim had dealt with his confliction all afternoon. He stood by his positions: to cut ties with all but one cousin in the family and to fight against those that abused magic. Yet, he felt some need to act, to try, to give the two teenage boys, Shane and Ryan, even one chance to turn a new leaf before they wound up down a worse path. That one cousin, Sarah, he expected some support from. If she would not help, she would stand by his decision, right?
To his surprise and reason for anger, she had treated him like a fool. When Tim returned home, to where she was staying for Summer holiday, he immediately was irked by the smell of Firewhiskey in the air. He had warned her that he wouldn't tolerate alcohol in his place, yet here she was, for the umpteenth time since she returned, drinking away. Sarah had shown interest at first merely because it was a juicy topic, but refused to acknowledge his talking when she sense what he was getting at.
"This is our family, will you not at least consider it?" Tim had asked, standing over her, shoving the paper he had been given at her. She had thrown him a scathing glare at this, to her thinking they had both been on the same page towards where they came from. The paper began to flame, and he counteracted her spell with a jet of water, in disbelief she would use his fear of fire against him.
Finally, in a moment of exasperation, "Why can't you just hold a conversation? I've been here for you, I allow you to stay here, I've put up with -"...
Before 'you' was said, nasty curses were flying from her and he had no idea what they were, she did them all soundlessly. Tim knew it had been deserved in a way, but it only further enraged him, and he dissaparated before any did him damage.
It took two minutes of walking for him to conclude he would not reapproach the subject when he returned, he knew the boys would do something again, and he would wait until then. If nothing else, his angry words and departure may have made a statement. Sarah would know that was out of character for him, once he apologized for hitting below the belt, she would likely try a bit harder. He hoped, at least.
Tim continued to wander, peering at Muggle shop windows but most were closed. He meandered his way over to River Cam, calmed ten fold by the light sound and watching it flow. Once in awhile, he would continue on, then stop, and reflect some more. He strained himself to think of anything besides the day, and for awhile pondered if wizards and witches could ever capably move an entire river.
tag/anyone, if possible?