a n t o n (antonins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-06-25 14:50:00

Luci
He sat at a small table outside of the little cafe in Diagon with his head ducked low and body slumped in the seat. Antonin was ready to pass out, even though he'd just had a very heavily sugared cup of coffee. His sleeping patterns had been completely thrown off since the beginning of N.E.W.T.s and sleeping in someone else's house with their overbearing father simply did not help. He was thankful that Barty had let him stay over while 'his flat was being renovated', but Antonin knew that it couldn't last forever.

Except after he left Barty's, he'd probably end up on the streets living in a cardboard box, so maybe he'd try to stretch out his stay at his friend's for a bit longer.

Antonin's hand dropped down from the side of his head, which it had been propping up, and his chin fell to his chest as he finally fell asleep. Hopefully the owner wouldn't kick him out, but he needed a few hours to waste before heading back to the Crouch's---searching for a job was hard work.

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antonins
2008-06-26 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Antonin pursed his lips angrily, rummaging through his pocket to toss change onto the table before turning away. He didn't---he didn't like looking like the scum of the earth, he tried his fucking best to make people think he was the exact opposite and--even if his clothes had been washed thousands of times and he'd owned them since fifth year, they still were pressed and neat and---maybe she embarrassed him, and ruined everything he tried to front.

And---anyway, she didn't actually care what he was doing. Luci didn't talk to him throughout the entire school year, she had no idea what he was doing with his life, she didn't ask and that's what you were supposed to do as a sibling not just--be there, randomly, and...no. He had plenty of other people to butt their noses into his business, he didn't need Luci and her---own shoddy business.

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letspretendxo
2008-06-27 02:06 pm UTC (link)

Luci looked at the change her brother had tossed onto the table and frowned slightly before getting up to follow him. It had been awhile since they had even spoken so this was progress at least, right? "So you don't want a fag," she started, hanging her right arm across his back and over his right shoulder, smoking with her left hand. "You don't want tell me what you're up to," Luci blew a cloud of smoke over to her left, away from Antonin's face. "And you're obviously mad at me," she paused to look pointedly at her thin lipped brother, taking a long drag.

"You really aren't happy to see me, are you?" she asked as more of a statement than a question.

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