Post by alan on Jun 24, 2012 22:10:57 GMT -8
December 24th, 2011, 3:33PM
He had woken a right mess that morning. He had gotten back at... well, frankly the red head couldn't remember what time he had gotten back to his flat from the mess of everything that had happened. Alan had stared down at himself, noting that his clothing was pretty much ruined in some spots. He had soot all over him from the fires and explosions, and his bed things were now sooty as well. And blood, there was blood on his clothing, his body, everything. He had gotten out of bed feeling almost as tired as he had when he had finally collapsed into the thing. What time had he gotten home? He really couldn't remember.
Most of the night was a bit of a blur to the very tall young man. He walked into his bathroom and finally got a good look at himself. If he had thought his clothing looked terrible, this was somehow worse. His face was sooty, bloody, with almost clean tear marks running from his blue eyes. His hair was greasy, gross, and everywhere. A tired, haunted sigh escaped Alan, and he quickly went about righting himself as best he could. The clothing was thrown away, and a shower did most of the work on his appearance. The sheets were cleaned using magic, and all in all... everything at least looked right. Even if there was turmoil in his soul that he couldn't put words to.
The tall man left his flat consumed with darker thoughts. He walked around for a little bit, before finally settling on a cafe. It was snowing, even though it was the middle of the day. Somebody somewhere had gotten their wish of a white Christmas. Christmas. It was tomorrow of course, and he'd be spending it with his younger sister and their mother. Alan was hoping to sneak away at some point to give a gift to his older sister as well, but he hadn't heard from her in days. She was probably off at a bar, getting in fights and drinking like normal, but only god knew where.
His family was a mess. His thoughts were a mess. Everything in his life felt like it was a mess. In a spur of the moment thought, Alan decided to buy what he wanted from the cafe and leave. A cup of hot chocolate with a nice sandwich, held in huge hands. Being six foot five made him stand out in just about any crowd, and muggles often asked him why he wasn't playing something called basketball. Still, the red head made his way to a random, small local park and took a seat on a bench after brushing the snow off of it. He was wearing a bright yellow snow jacket, a white long sleeved shirt, good thick jeans, good sensible boots, and gloves. The yellow was probably something that would have normally made him smile, because there was no mistaking that bright Hufflepuff yellow anywhere. Not that muggles would know, but for Alan it meant something. So here he was, eating a sandwich, sipping on coco, and minding (like always) his own business.