RP: Thoughts of Lions, and Snakes, and Badgers, oh my!
Date: 29 April 2005
Character(s): Dennis Creevey, whomever
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Dennis thinks by the river, remembers school mates and makes a resolution
Completion: Incomplete?
Dennis had given himself a bit of a lie-in that morning. Between putting the playground set together and then training with Katie, it had been a busy couple of days, and he was a bit knackered. Waking in the middle of the night to wet sheets and fading images of dark hands, didn't help either.
So, he had stayed in bed with fresh sheets and dozed on and off. Finally giving up on going back to sleep in earnest, he puttered around a bit, making lists to get after he'd finished his follow-up appt at the clinic in London on Tuesday, before grabbing his cophy of Barnaby Rudge and heading down to the river.
A bit disappointed at not seeing Wayne, but realizing that that was expecting a bit too much even if he had worn his favorite pair of jeans again, he settled down on a bench to read. But his mind wouldn't stay focused on the print. The water in front of him brought back memories of reading by the lake at school, and other things. The tournament and the second task: Su had said Cedric was alive. Dennis had wished he'd known him back then, even before he became Champion, but he'd been to shy and afraid of rejection to introduce himself. And he didn't remember Wayne from those days at all, but maybe the older man had left school before Dennis had started. Still, there were so many of his house mates that he hadn't seen and didn't know what happened to, so many of his school mates.
Seamus, for one. Dean hadn't said anything about the Irishman but Romilda had said he was in town. He'd always been friendly, expecpt for that brief time in Dennis' second year when Seamus had been a bit surly. And Draco Malfoy. Dennis didn't know why his thoughts ran to the former Slytherin, they'd never been friends. But Draco had never gone out of his way to torment Dennis. Small grounds for rememberence, Dennis knew, but he'd always suspected there was a lot more to Draco than met the eye, unlike Dennis who was an open book. Dennis had tried, after Dumbledor's death, to imagine what it must be like; to be raised as a Slytherin, to have no real friends that Dennis could see besides lackeys, though Dennis could relate to the no friends part if you took Colin out of the equation, But Draco hadn't even had a older brother to shelter him or keep him company. Maybe Dennis was too soft hearted, but Draco hadn't actually killed the Headmaster, that was Snape. And if the blond Slytherin hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater, what were his options? Dennis didn't know, but he couldn't bring himself to judge without the facts. That would be just as bad as Purebloods condemning others without even knowing them, just for what family they came from.
Dennis shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. He'd never know the answers of why somethings happened. But maybe he could do some other things. He could try to visit the pub and at least make friends with Seamus. He could try to be more social and outgoing than he'd been in school, not hard to do, he grinned to himself ruefully. And putting the thoughts aside, he went back to his book, grabbing a homemade chocolate chunk and peanut butter biscuit out of his knapsack to munch on in the process.
Character(s): Dennis Creevey, whomever
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Dennis thinks by the river, remembers school mates and makes a resolution
Completion: Incomplete?
Dennis had given himself a bit of a lie-in that morning. Between putting the playground set together and then training with Katie, it had been a busy couple of days, and he was a bit knackered. Waking in the middle of the night to wet sheets and fading images of dark hands, didn't help either.
So, he had stayed in bed with fresh sheets and dozed on and off. Finally giving up on going back to sleep in earnest, he puttered around a bit, making lists to get after he'd finished his follow-up appt at the clinic in London on Tuesday, before grabbing his cophy of Barnaby Rudge and heading down to the river.
A bit disappointed at not seeing Wayne, but realizing that that was expecting a bit too much even if he had worn his favorite pair of jeans again, he settled down on a bench to read. But his mind wouldn't stay focused on the print. The water in front of him brought back memories of reading by the lake at school, and other things. The tournament and the second task: Su had said Cedric was alive. Dennis had wished he'd known him back then, even before he became Champion, but he'd been to shy and afraid of rejection to introduce himself. And he didn't remember Wayne from those days at all, but maybe the older man had left school before Dennis had started. Still, there were so many of his house mates that he hadn't seen and didn't know what happened to, so many of his school mates.
Seamus, for one. Dean hadn't said anything about the Irishman but Romilda had said he was in town. He'd always been friendly, expecpt for that brief time in Dennis' second year when Seamus had been a bit surly. And Draco Malfoy. Dennis didn't know why his thoughts ran to the former Slytherin, they'd never been friends. But Draco had never gone out of his way to torment Dennis. Small grounds for rememberence, Dennis knew, but he'd always suspected there was a lot more to Draco than met the eye, unlike Dennis who was an open book. Dennis had tried, after Dumbledor's death, to imagine what it must be like; to be raised as a Slytherin, to have no real friends that Dennis could see besides lackeys, though Dennis could relate to the no friends part if you took Colin out of the equation, But Draco hadn't even had a older brother to shelter him or keep him company. Maybe Dennis was too soft hearted, but Draco hadn't actually killed the Headmaster, that was Snape. And if the blond Slytherin hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater, what were his options? Dennis didn't know, but he couldn't bring himself to judge without the facts. That would be just as bad as Purebloods condemning others without even knowing them, just for what family they came from.
Dennis shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. He'd never know the answers of why somethings happened. But maybe he could do some other things. He could try to visit the pub and at least make friends with Seamus. He could try to be more social and outgoing than he'd been in school, not hard to do, he grinned to himself ruefully. And putting the thoughts aside, he went back to his book, grabbing a homemade chocolate chunk and peanut butter biscuit out of his knapsack to munch on in the process.