RP: Did You Come Here to Watch
Date: Wednesday, 18 October 1999 | Evening
Characters: Stephen Cornfoot
Location: South Vinewood
Status: Private
Summary: A seed of doubt is planted.
Completion: Complete
Stephen slammed the door to his flat. He didn't give a shite if it woke anyone up. That's not true, a voice in his head argued. You have decent neighbours. Cho could be sleeping. A sound like a growl clawed up his throat. Cho.
Work had been exhausting. No, it had been bloody excruciating. Their field work had started, and though Stephen knew it was going to be difficult work, sometimes messy, sometimes uncomfortable, he hadn't expected their first case to involve a battered (nearly dead) witch who had been left in a wretched state by her husband.
She's a fucking whore. Did you get that? They were in our fucking bed! Bastard Apparated straight away. What was I to do? Not beat her to a bloody mess, that's what, Stephen had said. And the wizard had slammed his fist into Stephen's right eye. Stephen's mentor had pulled Stephen off the wizard. Stephen had gotten a few good punches in before that happened, and he had the bloody, now scabbed over, knuckles to prove it. His eye throbbed.
The wizard's words still echoed in Stephen's head. That same wizard had left his wife battered and beaten, alone, for two fucking days. She'd finally regained consciousness and called for help. It was Stephen and his mentor's job to piece together the evidence and make sure the husband was actually the perpetrator.
Of course, he was. As Stephen and his mentor had taken the husband into custody, the bloody man had started crying. She was my wife. Doesn't anyone give a fuck about that? My wife. How could she? His words had driven a nail so far into Stephen's heart, he wasn't sure he could dig it back out.
He had often wondered the same thing. How could his father even look at his mother? She'd done the very same thing. Of course, Stephen didn't condone beating anyone, let alone a woman, but what if it had happened to him...would he be able to walk away? Would he be able to forgive the woman he loved?
He felt sick. Disgusted. Full of rage. He tried to battle the monstrous emotions, but he wasn't exactly holding them at bay.
The wizard's last words had been, Don't trust them! The bitches are all whores! Dishonest whores! For Merlin's sake don't ever trust one!
Is that what Stephen was doing? Falling for Cho? What if...what if she did what his mother had done? Was he making a mistake spending time with her? Was she going to make a fool of him? Should he back off?
But I don't fucking want to back off, a voice inside his head argued. Stephen slammed his fist down on the counter and clenched his jaw. Don't make the same mistake your father did, another voice said.
Stephen dropped down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. He would have screamed; he wanted to, but he swallowed it down just like he always did.
Characters: Stephen Cornfoot
Location: South Vinewood
Status: Private
Summary: A seed of doubt is planted.
Completion: Complete
Stephen slammed the door to his flat. He didn't give a shite if it woke anyone up. That's not true, a voice in his head argued. You have decent neighbours. Cho could be sleeping. A sound like a growl clawed up his throat. Cho.
Work had been exhausting. No, it had been bloody excruciating. Their field work had started, and though Stephen knew it was going to be difficult work, sometimes messy, sometimes uncomfortable, he hadn't expected their first case to involve a battered (nearly dead) witch who had been left in a wretched state by her husband.
She's a fucking whore. Did you get that? They were in our fucking bed! Bastard Apparated straight away. What was I to do? Not beat her to a bloody mess, that's what, Stephen had said. And the wizard had slammed his fist into Stephen's right eye. Stephen's mentor had pulled Stephen off the wizard. Stephen had gotten a few good punches in before that happened, and he had the bloody, now scabbed over, knuckles to prove it. His eye throbbed.
The wizard's words still echoed in Stephen's head. That same wizard had left his wife battered and beaten, alone, for two fucking days. She'd finally regained consciousness and called for help. It was Stephen and his mentor's job to piece together the evidence and make sure the husband was actually the perpetrator.
Of course, he was. As Stephen and his mentor had taken the husband into custody, the bloody man had started crying. She was my wife. Doesn't anyone give a fuck about that? My wife. How could she? His words had driven a nail so far into Stephen's heart, he wasn't sure he could dig it back out.
He had often wondered the same thing. How could his father even look at his mother? She'd done the very same thing. Of course, Stephen didn't condone beating anyone, let alone a woman, but what if it had happened to him...would he be able to walk away? Would he be able to forgive the woman he loved?
He felt sick. Disgusted. Full of rage. He tried to battle the monstrous emotions, but he wasn't exactly holding them at bay.
The wizard's last words had been, Don't trust them! The bitches are all whores! Dishonest whores! For Merlin's sake don't ever trust one!
Is that what Stephen was doing? Falling for Cho? What if...what if she did what his mother had done? Was he making a mistake spending time with her? Was she going to make a fool of him? Should he back off?
But I don't fucking want to back off, a voice inside his head argued. Stephen slammed his fist down on the counter and clenched his jaw. Don't make the same mistake your father did, another voice said.
Stephen dropped down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. He would have screamed; he wanted to, but he swallowed it down just like he always did.