Present Fic: And I really have to admit, I hate everything.
DATE/TIME: 3 September 2007 - evening
CHARACTERS: Adrian Pucey
PLACE: Adrian's House
RATING: Gen
STATUS: Complete
Adrian Pucey slammed the door of his muggle auto and trudged - yes, trudged - into his house in Grantchester, just outside of Cambridge. It had been a miserable day at the library. With the end of the semester coming just the week before (thankfully the new term started on the first like every school in England, and so his classes at Gonville and Caius College had ended a couple of days before) he'd taken the weekend off to spend time with Gwenyth before her courses began again and then holed himself up in the library at Kings College. Adrian was miserable; the day had been a total waste and he had a bad feeling the semester off to work on his thesis was a bad idea. He was half tempted to ask Spex to divine something about it for him, but he knew better, it only ever asked for trouble. Part of Adrian knew he could use a Spell-o-Quill or a Quick Quill to just get the job done over night, but he hadn't used magic in his studies since leaving Hogwarts, and he didn't intend to now.
He knew exactly what was wrong, of course. The thought of what to do with the end of the semester - with the presentation of his thesis finished and school over with had paralyzed him. He attempted to talk with Spex about it but the other wizard had laughed harshly; his mother scoffed and said he wouldn't have this problem if he had studied something worth while (aka - magical); and Gwen just asked what was so bad about school being over. He had hoped to speak with Parvati about it, but with exams for him and the start of the school year ambushing her shop, he hadn't seen or heard from her in a while. He knew he could owl if he wanted, but he worried about being a bother. He hadn't even heard from her on his birthday, a day that had been spent dealing with whining students and a quiet dinner with his mum, Spex, and Gwinnie.
Things were not pleasant for him as of late. Though, as he slammed the door to his bedroom and threw his bag down on the bed, he had to quirk a small smile at that - 'not pleasant' - what had happened to him? He was prematurely old. Boring. A student and not much more; not even sure he wanted to be that anymore. He could have been a Quidditch Pro. He could have been a Potions scholar - his father had been well known in the field and he'd shown the same sort of potential. He grumbled out loud to the empty house (according to a note in the kitchen, his mother had taken Gwenyth into town to shop for school supplies, and he couldn't care less where Spex had gotten off to), "Oh sure - throw away years of work thanks to a quarter life crises."
No, things were not pleasant at all, and so he took a quick shower, threw on a zip-up and some relaxed jeans, and apparated to the safe spot just around the corner from The Bell Bar for dinner alone and at least three pints of Brooklyn Brown to ease his mind. Something would have to crack soon, or Adrian was afraid he would.
