A Lifetime Away [OPEN] Jan 28, 2018 15:03:08 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 15:03:08 GMT -6
Early January 2013
It felt like a lifetime since he had last heard the thud, thud of his boots against the old, creaky floorboards of Borgin and Burkes, a place that had fulfilled more fantasies and provided more security than he cared to admit. Aaron Lathen didn't step immediately into the shop once it had been unlocked, key in hand; truthfully, he had hesitated to even come at all and had given Lydia some more time to wrap up anything she wanted to finish doing before she went about her own life.
"I'll miss it," she had told him, and he understood, truly, and even offered to let her stay and help, but Lydia had shaken her head and informed him that she had things to attend to back home. "Another time, perhaps."
Aaron didn't protest. Working with people was difficult, for a great many reasons, not least of which was his tendency to rely on himself when it came down to it. He had a great network of individuals that he could call upon or make new deals with, but he knew how to survive on his own. He had done it many times before.
Two months shy of fifty-six, the man had reflected on his life too much during his absence from the United Kingdom. He had enjoyed quality time with his mother, a cynical and lovely old muggleborn who constantly nagged him but who was still warm and caring at her core; the two barely spent any time together despite their freedom to do so, due in no small part, Aaron realized, to his own stubbornness. After a long time away, he had decided it was time to return, a decision made perhaps in haste, as he had not acclimated immediately and had panicked on a few occasions when determining when to reemerge in public view, or as public as one might consider Borgin and Burkes.
Decidedly, it was known publicly but not viewed publicly, which had enticed him to return, finally, and it was where he now stood, some time past noon on a Saturday in the early days of January. Weekends were often busier, especially after Christmastime, when people had all sorts of items to appraise, sell, curse, or cleanse, and Aaron understood that it wasn't within himself to simply abandon the place for any longer, especially when there was much to be had by being there, personally, financially, socially--magically, as it were, because it was a shop full of magic and he was a man whose very life had been dedicated to it.
With a flick of his wrist, the sign on the door flipped from CLOSED to OPEN. Aaron left the door behind him and retrieved his ledgers to review them, curious and ready, he thought, to take on whatever would soon come his way.