Post by MAXWELL TIBERIUS WHITLAM on Jan 31, 2018 6:02:23 GMT -6
He doesn't eat breakfast before he goes for a jog in the rain. It's pointless. The usual faces pass him by. They never say anything to each other because that would be pointless. By the time he reaches halfway, he's already soaked thanks to the rain. He calls it the 'pre-shower'. It's January so there are people up and about so he has to maneuver around all of them. People and their New Years resolutions that won't last 'till the end of the month. Because of this, he needs to take another route home that will take him a bit longer. He doesn't mind, it gives more time to sort his own thoughts.
The apartment still smells of whiskey and burnt popcorn thanks to last nights hijinks. He wonders if he should clean out the sink because the burnt paper bag is still there. Thinking about that popcorn makes him hungry. He likes to shower in hot water, gradually making it hotter as he stands under the water. It reminds him of home. He loses the track of time but still doesn't hurry. Everyone at work were too busy to even notice him not yet coming in His fridge is empty so his breakfast options are a bit limited. The pub across the street was closed too so getting food there was not an option. Obviously not, it was still 9am
On the way to work he gets a sandwich. It's soggy and has tomatoes. He hates tomatoes. Being no-maj born, the transition from the non-magical and to magical world was always a strange feeling. one moment, he's just a normal man with blue eyes and all of a sudden he's the head of department. after 9 years, he still gets confused of his office sometimes and goes to the auror department. he's greeted by his assistant that he hired a while back. he tells him about the meetings and reminds him about the interviews he has to do for the deputy head position. the last one wanted to go and find himself in southeast asia. his assistant also reminds him that it's his mothers birthday. he knows that it's his mothers birthday because he brought her a present that he will never be able to give. he tells his assistant that he wants to go through the candidates one more time in his office. in reality, he really just needs to be left alone. he doesn't notice the time going on so fast and when his assistant knocks on the door, the first candidate is already here. shit, shit shit
The first candidate smelled funny. like oysters. the second one had no experience. she wanted to show him a card trick but he refused. the third never even showed up. he gives up and writes a letter to his old head auror in hopes of him taking it. he never replies. for the rest of the day, he stays in his office and replies to the letters he's received. they're boring but keeps him busy. after lunch he finally emerges from his hideout and goes out seeking someone to talk to. he finds no one. the meeting with the minister of magic stretches out and soon takes the whole afternoon. most of the things said in the meeting were not about red vines so his interest was lost. he did understand that the situation was not good because of the kidnappings. he isn't stupid.
he doesn't get home until very late. the apartment still smelled like whiskey and popcorn. he's hungry but there's nothing to eat. there's whiskey. he sits on the couch without anyone bothering to know how he is. that's how it has always been. he remembers again that it's his mothers birthday and glances towards the kitchen where the package sits alone. it was a golden butterfly broach. he falls asleep on the couch thinking who is he fighting for in this war inside his own head.