Astrid hadn't super known what to do after graduating. She could have gone into Ministry work, as her parents no doubt would have wanted her to. She could have gone into something like wand making, or herbology, or potion making. She could have gone for something the least bit challenging.
However, as usual, when Astrid was faced with a challenge, she shied away from it. She used to take these challenges head on, she used to be braver, more ambitious. But, when her last few years at Hogwarts seemed to do nothing more than beat her down more than ever, she took the hint. She had lost some of her fighting spirit.
So, she took a job at a shop she'd always loved to wander in - even though she'd never really been 'supposed' to be in its dark interior. It was a little mundane, but the setting was familiar and the pay was good. Plus, the clientele seemed to keep this interesting. Just now, in fact, the bell above the door gave an ominous "clang", as another person stepped in.
Stooping up from her perch behind the counter, Astrid could just make out the person's silhouette. Luckily, this wasn't the type of shop where she had to really 'meet and greet', so she went back to the book resting in front of her. The patron would ask if they needed help. However, when she looked up again, she realized she recognized the person after all. "Bout time you came to visit me." She said sarcastically, setting down her work.
Post by AZRIEL DUMAS on Jan 5, 2018 14:10:41 GMT -6
Az needed to get away. The persistent drone of Hogwarts life was wearing on him. He had only a few months left, and he would be free. But he didn't know what he would do. He would escape that lonely place and go to another. As it always had been. As it always would be.
From the very start, Azriel pushed people away. It stemmed from being the youngest of 8 children, with parents who were to tired to care much for him. His brothers and sisters had each other. They didn't need another crying screaming baby. Azriel had always been alone. He didn't expect it to change at Hogwarts and perhaps for this reason, it did not. He pushed people away, refusing to make friends. He didn't want friends. They would just leave him in the end like everyone else.
And so it had gone on for many years. Azriel worked his way studiously through his schooling, focusing on his work and nothing else. It was a lonely existence, but loneliness didn't touch him anymore. Or so he had thought. Azriel didn't like to think of the two days of his life where he started to feel again. The first day was meeting Astrid. She was a year above him at Hogwarts, and she made it slighly more tolerable. She listened to his long silences, filling them with her own troubles instead. She didn't mind that half the time Azriel didn't listen, that he was too busy brooding. And somehow, Azriel had made a friend. A first, especially so late.
The second time had been a lot different. It came on slowly, each time he had class with the Hufflepuffs. From disdain to slight interest to a sharp pain every time he looked over. It was like the sun shining too bright. But you can't have sunlight in the middle of the night.
The first Hogsmeade weekend of term was themed as Hallowe'en. Azriel wasn't bothered. People were doing a fun house, but there was only one person he cared about. Instead, Azriel followed the whole lot of them out to the village, then apparated in an alley to the Leaky Cauldron. He seriously thought of getting a drink, but decided that would sour his mood even further. Instead, he wandered over to Knockturn Alley. He had heard that Astrid was working in a shop now. She wouldn't make him feel better, but he still wanted to see her.
The door clanged ominously. A slight weight lifted off Azriel's shoulders as he saw Astrid's nimble form behind the desk. "Your talents are wasted here," said Azriel.
She thought this job was likely to just be a stepping stone. Really, she needed to move onwards and upwards. But, it was so easy to get stuck somewhere, to be somewhere where you'd never intended. She didn't want to get stuck here, at this shop, consumed by it. She wanted to move on, eventually.
The problem was, Astrid was incredibly show. She was soft spoken at times and, when she did speak up, the words she tended to throw around were harsh and full of venom, defensive in nature. For a couple of years of her time at Hogwarts, no one had ever tried to see around those defenses. No one, that was, until Azriel.
A dark whisp of sarcasm and his own dose of whining, Azzy was different from the typical Slytherin - Astrid had sensed that almost instantly. He'd never made fun of her heavy accent, never had trouble pointing out quite plainly when he couldn't understand what she was saying. A friendship had blossomed.
Of course, she hadn't seen him for a bit, thanks to him still being in ". So, when he came through the doorway, she tried to act nonchalant, like she didn't really care. But, she was excited nonetheless, and pushed herself off her stool, moving towards him.
"Are you suggesting I have some hidden aptitude of which I am unaware?" She asked, smiling at the fact that she manged to say all of the English words clearly, for once - only because she was relaxed around Azriel. On her way to meeting him, she stooped around a corner, and grabbed a bottle, before coming to his side, holding it up. "Thirsty?" She asked, raising an eyebrow before taking her own swig.