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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letspretendxo
2008-06-25 08:27 pm UTC (link)

Following people was hard work. First there was the stealth requirement. Then there was the black garb, but Luci had that part down, except that it was the middle of the day in June and black was not only making it a bazillion degrees hotter in here but it was also not very good for incognito reconnaissance. Luci sat across the street from her brother, puffing on a cigarette, sprawled rather uncomfortably in a chair. This blew dragons balls.

Flicking the final bit of her fag into the street as she stood up, Luci walked over to where Antonin sat. She slapped him across the back of the head before sitting down across from him in the table's only other chair. Luci put her feet up on the table, crossing her boot clad feet at the ankles and took another cigarette out of her pocket. "So what are you doing anyway?" she asked, striking a match up the inside of her left sole and lighting her cigarette. She offered the lit one to her brother.

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antonins
2008-06-26 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"Fuck off!" Antonin let out immediately, nearly knocking his chair over as he jumped up at the smack. Who the---oh. He nearly snarled at his sister and started to clean up his table. He'd been avoiding her for a reason, and felt right stupid for letting his guard down. He knew what she wanted, and he wasn't going to deal with her for any longer than he had to---no, see. Antonin didn't want to get into her lifestyle or be anywhere near it, but he knew Luci had that strange family bond feeling (and he would never admit that he craved for it to--) and was going.

"Get your feet off the table," he snapped, pushing her boots to the ground. Just because they were unfortunately employed (or unemployed, in his case) people, didn't mean they had to look like bloody slobs. "What do you want?"

He couldn't help but ask, even if he was standing with his bag on his shoulders, looking ready to leave at a moment's notice.

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letspretendxo
2008-06-26 06:29 pm UTC (link)

"Okay," Luci shrugged and took a long drag on the fag her little brother was obviously not interested in. "Won't let it go to waste." His response to her sudden appearance wasn't quite what she had been hoping for, but at least he hadn't run away yet. The cigarette hung between her fingers as she settled herself once again in her chair and spoke, ignoring the comment about her feet and replacing them where they had previously sat on the table.

"I want to know what you're doing," she answered simply, sliding her sunglasses down her nose to look at him with one hand and giving a wave in his direction with her cigarette holding hand. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week and from what she knew he was staying with Crouch although she wasn't sure how he was managing that one.

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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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