h e n r y (fictitious) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-02-15 14:25:00

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Henry was so bored. He was bored, and annoyed, and as he sat on the couch of his flat, Henry wondered when his life had become so boring. He was constantly at the hottest parties, the best clubs, hanging out with the most gorgeous women that he could ever imagine being near and---boring. He was bored of everything.

You know what excited him? Not that he'd ever admit it, and he always put on such a snit when asked, but Henry enjoyed spending time with his niece. Yep, they didn't do much but run the errands he needed to do, but he could talk to her and she'd smile and nod and just listen to him as if she cared. Henry mentally groaned as he came to the conclusion that he needed someone who cared, and that his almost three-year-old niece wasn't going to be able to fill that void in his life.

A sharp, sudden banging on the door of his flat knocked him out of his silent woe-is-me mantra, and Henry huffed. He shuffled his way to the door, peered through the peep hole, and frowned.

"Seth---it's nearly eleven o'clock at night, what are you doing?" Henry let out, pushing himself behind the door, peering out at his brother as he tried to hide his pajama bottoms.

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wadcock
2011-02-16 03:19 am UTC (link)

Seth held his hands up in a defensive gesture as Henry pushed his feet off the coffee table, all the while grinning.

"Aha!" Seth said, his grin growing. "You asked where first. You so want to go." He stood from the couch clapping his hands and rubbing them together thinking. "I'm taking you out, night on the town. Make you have some fun. It'll be great. Let's go find something for you to wear." he said making his way though Henry's apartment.

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fictitious
2011-02-17 05:45 am UTC (link)

He felt like shrieking, but kept that within himself. Henry couldn't remember the last time he'd gone out with Seth when it wasn't for a business matter; what, had it been like his twelfth birthday or something ridiculous like that? His brother was just out to ruin his life, that was it, and Henry could barely contain his frustration as they entered his bedroom.

"I have fun," he snapped, managing to make it to his closet before Seth could get in there and destroy everything. He turned and glared angrily at his brother, pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the hamper (he shouldn't have crumpled it, the wrinkles---gah!), "I have plenty of fun, I just don't hang out with your sort of crowd."

Though, Henry couldn't remember the last time he'd hung out with anyone from Hogwarts, or had been invited out by anyone other than Seth, or---No, he had fun. His life was not boring like he'd so previously been lamenting about. He had fun! He did. He stomped over to his dresser to find another undershirt, "Your crowd's ridiculous."

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wadcock
2011-02-17 06:03 am UTC (link)

"I'm sure you do. Just as I'm sure our grandparents have fun in some way." Seth said not paying attention at all. Blah blah blah, rant rant rant. At the end of it all he was still changing, which meant Seth had won. "I haven't been around "my crowd" in months. I'm taking you somewhere more neutral."

And watching Henry get all riled up was becoming one of Seth's favorite pass times.

"Wait, what's this?" he said following Henry over to his dresser. "When did this happen?" he said not being able to resist the urge to poke him in his abs. He smirked. "This is what's under the stuffy robes you wear? You could probably get away with actually playing a game."

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fictitious
2011-02-17 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Henry flailed his arms to get Seth away from him. What was he doing poking him like that? He looked down at himself, then back up at Seth, "What?"

Did his brother really think, with how OCD and obsessive he was with every detail of his life, that his body would be anything less than perfect? Henry's exercising regiment wasn't ridiculous, but it was the reasons for his really early mornings. He had so much to do during the day that going to the gym could only happen at four, five in the morning. What did Seth really expect?

"If I wanted to play quidditch, I would. But I don't, so," he let the topic drop and pulled a new undershirt over his head. "Just hurry up and tell me where we're going, but I can't be out late----I have early meetings tomorrow with Carys Llewellyn, her contract's up at the end of next season and we need to negotiate a deadline."

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wadcock
2011-02-17 03:06 pm UTC (link)

"I'm just sort of amazed. I'm pretty sure the last time I saw you without a shirt, you were all scrawny and stringy-like." Seth said laughing as Henry was waving him away. So far, this was the best idea ever.

"Wait, stop. Take that off. No wonder you can't pick up a girl, always wearing layers. You've got to show off what you got." he said walking into Henry's closet to get him a button down shirt. He stopped and blinked, looking around. At this point Seth really wouldn't be surprised to find little labels on every thing. His brother was so strange. He grabbed the first decent shirt he could reach and walked out fearing what Henry would do if he actually got something out of order.

"Here wear this. And please, don't tuck it in." he said tossing him the shirt. "Also, I'm pretty sure that you could push back your impossibly early appointments and Llewellyn might actually be a bit grateful."

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fictitious
2011-02-17 04:30 pm UTC (link)

"I meet girls!" Henry let out, snatching the shirt away from Seth, "I pick up girls, I have sex with girls, Seth." Why he felt the need to make sure that Seth knew this, he had no idea, but Henry was growing more agitated by the second. They had to just get out of here fast, to get home fast, "I've got my priorities."

He glared at his brother, buttoning up the shirt, having changed into a pair of, ugh, jeans as Seth rummaged through his closet. Bloody hell, this better be worth it.

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"And another thing," Henry let out loudly, sitting up as straight as he could on his bar stool. He held out his hand, pointing at his reflection in the mirror of the bar. Boy, he could barely recognize himself. His clothes made him look like some...punk, and his hair was...a lot longer than he remembered it being. Was that what it looked like when he didn't comb it?

"...I don't remember." Henry blinked quickly and spun his stool toward Seth. A little too fast, however, and he slid off, somehow managing to stay standing. Ha! He could totally do this. "SETH! What was I saying?"

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wadcock
2011-02-17 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Seth was biting the inside of his lip trying very hard to not laugh and keep his expression neutral. A feat that was growing harder with every second.

"Careful there superstar." Seth said, amusement clear in his voice, as he put his hand on Henry's shoulder steadying him. He was very glad he pick an out of the way bar to go to, as he was pretty sure he'd be murdered in his sleep if pictures of this showed up in a magazine. 'Wadcock Brothers spotted out on the town, and its not the one you think it is when we say one was wasted.'

"Ungrateful pro players and how they make you're life hell. And why don't the agents get any credit, after look at how hard you work. What you did with me." he said mocking Henry's tone, finishing off his drink, signaling for another one. "But enough with the bitching. Tell me what you think of the blonde across the way. She keeps looking your way." he nodded his head subtly in her general direction, waggling his brows with a smirk.

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fictitious
2011-02-17 05:21 pm UTC (link)

"THEY DO make my life hell!" He agreed with a laugh. How had Seth been so aware of his true feelings? Maybe his brother paid more attention than he thought. "They're all so dumb, oh my God, the things some of them say--how did you dolts graduate Hogwarts, huh? It's like talking to a Hufflepuff first year sometimes during these negotiations---"

Henry had spoken too quickly, and too much, and had to clench his jaw and narrow his eyes to focus once again. Focus on...the blonde across the way. Henry followed Seth's gaze and spotted the woman, who was staring toward them and smiling. And waving!

"Other people go drinking on Tuesday nights?" Henry let out, sitting back down. He contemplated this, and then shook his head, turning back to the bar and dropping his elbows to the counter, "She's staring at you, Mister Magpie."

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wadcock
2011-02-17 05:43 pm UTC (link)

"We are not all dolts. And I'm going to let that slide, because you are not carefully editing your words like you normally do. And you have to admit, I'm far smarter than most of the people you work with. I just have a unique talent for pushing your buttons." Seth may not handle himself the best in the public eye, but he did know how to negotiate a good deal. He did manage making Captain of the Magpies on a trade after all. What happened after, well. He was working on it.

"And there are people drinking every night of the week. Mid week is always fun because you don't have as many uptight monday to friday nine to fivers crowding up the place." He looked back across the bar catching the blonde's eye. Seth tilted his head towards his brother and she grinned a bit more. He smirked and turned back to his brother.

"I think you'll have to concede to my expertise on this one, as she's staring at you. And, Mister Magpie? Really? That's what you're going to go with?" Seth rolled his eyes. "If she had recognized me, she would already be over here, being as far as the world is concerned I'm still single." Seth shrugged lightly. "But we're not talking about me. We're talking about how you are going to go over and woo her. You can manage walking in a straight line right?"

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