Post by ASHTON COLE HOOPER on Aug 28, 2014 16:39:42 GMT -6
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Wandering Endlessly
Ashton was particularly done with the day. It had gone on forever, which was not something that he personally really enjoyed in fact it was something that was irksome, there was so many people around him day in and out. He needed out, Ashton wanted to be firm on the idea that he was going to go to work tomorrow, even if Marlene came over in the middle of the night telling him about whatever failed date, or whatever fantastic guy that she met would be the next 'the one', he was tired and there was some parts of him that didn't want to just jump back into work at least for a day and it was his day off, the time where he was allowed to use it to recharge to get over the hours of the days before he had the opportunity. He of course wasn't going to follow through with that he'd still get up and make her breakfast and coffee, then go to work pretend to go to work, instead of just saying that he couldn't, that he didn't work, Ashton always returned to the fact that he wanted to be there for her and he couldn't be, not the way that he wanted to.
Ashton didn't mind Hogsmead, in fact it was nicer, sure there was always that minor worry about someone recognizing you because you were the Mud-Blood that was easy to pin down and belittle, but he liked the atmosphere. Which Ashton knew there were plenty of wizards out there, that they were all wandering the streets, leaving the Ministry or leaving St. Mungos after visiting a family member, someone rushing off to go do their job to protect both magical and Muggle citizens. Some days he wished he had gone into the Ministry for work, it was a lot more competent and more to do, and there was probably a significant lack of sitting by bedsides of someone who was dying and listening to sad family members. There was of course losses plenty of them, he witnessed them all the time. That was the hard part for Ashton, because it was sad, it was taking himself out of the body that he was used to, the one where he wanted to save lives, instead of giving up which was something he'd have to do from time to time.
He wandered the streets knowing that he should be going home, go home to go read up in his medical books to prepare for the day when he went back to work in two days time, read up on new spells, new procedures, but he needed the fresh air and needed to be let out of his flat, so he walked, even after he had walked around the hospital and now he was walking around people, whatever few people had chosen to inhabit Hogsmead that day - which was far and few between, until he finally gave up, and settled in a outcropping in the wall that wrapped around the small village. He was tired. It was easy to be tired. Ashton knew he probably would go home and then eagerly await to see if Marlene would show up and be disappointed when she didn't because that meant she was with someone else. He sighed, when did his life become so complicated? Or even better yet, when did he become so pathetic.
Ashton didn't mind Hogsmead, in fact it was nicer, sure there was always that minor worry about someone recognizing you because you were the Mud-Blood that was easy to pin down and belittle, but he liked the atmosphere. Which Ashton knew there were plenty of wizards out there, that they were all wandering the streets, leaving the Ministry or leaving St. Mungos after visiting a family member, someone rushing off to go do their job to protect both magical and Muggle citizens. Some days he wished he had gone into the Ministry for work, it was a lot more competent and more to do, and there was probably a significant lack of sitting by bedsides of someone who was dying and listening to sad family members. There was of course losses plenty of them, he witnessed them all the time. That was the hard part for Ashton, because it was sad, it was taking himself out of the body that he was used to, the one where he wanted to save lives, instead of giving up which was something he'd have to do from time to time.
He wandered the streets knowing that he should be going home, go home to go read up in his medical books to prepare for the day when he went back to work in two days time, read up on new spells, new procedures, but he needed the fresh air and needed to be let out of his flat, so he walked, even after he had walked around the hospital and now he was walking around people, whatever few people had chosen to inhabit Hogsmead that day - which was far and few between, until he finally gave up, and settled in a outcropping in the wall that wrapped around the small village. He was tired. It was easy to be tired. Ashton knew he probably would go home and then eagerly await to see if Marlene would show up and be disappointed when she didn't because that meant she was with someone else. He sighed, when did his life become so complicated? Or even better yet, when did he become so pathetic.
tagged: OPEN notes: you can write less/more than what I threw in here.