[JP] Talk about your friends
I do not have friends. It’s a commodity, and I have weakness I cannot afford to have. Of there are guests; of course, Malfoy Manor is always filled with callers. I have people I sit on charity and advisory boards with; there’s eleven Governors outside of me who on the School’s council. I’m a Trustee at St. Mungo’s. There are men in government, powerful men whose effigies will probably grace bank notes (Muggle and Magicial) one day, and statues. Their names, like mine, grace hospitals and libraries. They kiss babies, and their wives for your cameras and visits their mothers every third Sunday of May. I have known seven Ministers of Magic, two Muggle Prime Ministers and even the Pope.
I have hunting partners, and co-chairs, and business partners and House-mates from school. I have equals and devotees and even a mentor or two.
There is another group I know of. Those I ran with in my youth, when everything was young with us and new and a small bit frightened; when all the known world was composed of just raw emotion that tried to be harnessed by reason or obligation: be it to name, or bloodline, or status quo. When we were dreamers, and everything was worth the price we paid.
They were creatures and children. We wore masks, and cloaks and threw up imaginary monsters and people trembled because this was new and frightening. We were as old and bigger then the problems we were born into, those things we would die from. We became real because we were fairytales: Baba Yagas, and Mr. Fox and ageless. Deathless.
And when I was young, they were my family- more my family then the man who’s name I took, the child who I gave it to, and the wife who knew this all.
And they, my brothers, my sisters, and my comrades; they are not for you to know.
Written for yes_peacocks and posted here because of the icon. Yep. I'm pickier then Moony mun.
I have hunting partners, and co-chairs, and business partners and House-mates from school. I have equals and devotees and even a mentor or two.
There is another group I know of. Those I ran with in my youth, when everything was young with us and new and a small bit frightened; when all the known world was composed of just raw emotion that tried to be harnessed by reason or obligation: be it to name, or bloodline, or status quo. When we were dreamers, and everything was worth the price we paid.
They were creatures and children. We wore masks, and cloaks and threw up imaginary monsters and people trembled because this was new and frightening. We were as old and bigger then the problems we were born into, those things we would die from. We became real because we were fairytales: Baba Yagas, and Mr. Fox and ageless. Deathless.
And when I was young, they were my family- more my family then the man who’s name I took, the child who I gave it to, and the wife who knew this all.
And they, my brothers, my sisters, and my comrades; they are not for you to know.
Written for yes_peacocks and posted here because of the icon. Yep. I'm pickier then Moony mun.