Adorkable Laurie (

batshitrix) wrote,
@ 2008-01-31 21:09:00

25 Flavors of Moses Dodderidge
Boy Experimenting
Moses let out a slow sigh as he slid down the wall of his flat. His thoughts were racing and he wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He wasn't that drunk (just a bit past tipsy), but he'd just--no. He didn't want to think about it. Merlin's beard he wasn't the queer one in the family, that was Jamie. But...it felt so comfortable and--and right. How was he going to tell him Mum, his Dad--fuck, even Harmony. He'd buggered up everything, all in a moment of weakness. One that--that made him feel more at peace and alive than anything before.

His name was Vince. They hadn't discussed occupation or life philosophies. Just how the day had been and their frustration with the current pace of life--people dying without a chance to say goodbye, the crumbling Ministry, their dissatisfaction with the world around them in general. And then the bar closed and they were kicked out the door. Vince didn't want to stop their conversation there...they went back to his place.

"Sometimes--" Moses started, hesitating as they sat down on the couch in Vince's flat. "Sometimes I feel like things are moving so quickly that...that I can't make it stop or slow down and that I'll never get a chance to really see what it's like to live," he let out a deep sigh. He hadn't meant to get so philosophical, but it just came out.

Vince chuckled. They hadn't discussed ages, but if Moses had to guess, this bloke was about five years older than him. "You can't say that you don't feel that way sometimes," Moses said, raising an eyebrow at the man as he walked back from his kitchen, two beers in hand. Vince handed one over to Moses before popping the lid off of his own and kicking it back for a swig.

"Never said that, mate. Just think you don't know how to relax. Get your mind off it," he said with a smirk, keeping a close eye on Moses now.

And now it was his turn to laugh. "Right, and how do you go about that?" he asked as he opened his own beer and drank down a significant amount. He watched carefully as Vince set his drink down on the coffee table then turned his attention to Moses. He felt something flutter in his stomach and swallowed hard as he set his beer down to join Vance's. And with a slow but steady motion, Vance's hand snaked around his neck and slowly pulled him forward. The speed was painstaking and though part of him was appalled that he wanted to go through with this but anxious and excited at the same time. The feeling of the other man's lips on his own was strange--not soft, like Harmony's. There was a strength behind him, something raw and rough that wasn't present with anyone else. And--against anything he had previously believed about himself--Moses found himself pushing back into the kiss. He wanted this, no...needed this. He was excited and nervous and anxious and elated all at once.

Everything was a blur after that--he vaguely remembered pushing the man back, straddling him as they snogged on his couch--the ivory leather crinkling and crunching underneath their bodies. The way his hair smelled, and his tongue as it pushed back against his own, his fingers tugging at his hair (among other things).

And as he sat in his flat, head cradled gently in his hands and knees pushed up against his chest, Moses Dodderidge knew that this wasn't the last time he would be seeing Vince. Not the last time by a long shot.
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First Year
Moses Dodderidge stood on platform 9 3/4 for the third time in his life. This time, however, he had a trunk behind him and a huge grin of excitement and fear plastered onto his young, chubby face. There was such a flurry around him that he almost lost himself in the crowd and his own thoughts.

He'd spent the entire summer listening to stories from Ducky (as their kid sister liked to call him) about the classes and the dormitories and all of the stuff that goes on. "You won't be on the Quidditch team straight off, Moses," Maddox had told him with a questioning glance as Moses tried to sneak the family broomstick into his pack. "You probably won't even make it your second year. That's really hard to do, too." Moses pouted as he set the broom aside. Bullocks, he thought to himself. He would show Ducky that he didn't know anything.

"Momo!" came the gleeful cry of Miranda Dodderidge (though he called her D or sometimes Daisy because he didn't like her name), already seven years old and still insisting that Moses be called by her toddler nickname for him. "Momo, mummy says that you can't forget to pack your underwear or socks!!! So she told me to come and help you," she said breathlessly as she started to open up his dresser drawers and flinging their contents over her shoulder and missing his trunk by quite a bit. Moses sighed as he watched his sister, grimacing when she began throwing his bugs bunny underoos about. Those were not going to Hogwarts with him, no matter what. The other blokes in his house and year would never let that down. Ever.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the loud whistle of the train. "Moses! Come on, we need to get this on the train," Mrs. Dodderidge said as she gently nudged him towards the scarlet steam engine. He could hear cries of protest from Miranda, who was currently being comforted by their father. Two older boys (they had some short of shiny badge thing on their robes...maybe they were conductors) helped Mrs. Dodderidge get the trunk up on the train as Moses walked over to where Jamie and Miranda were standing with Mr. Dodderidge and pulled his crying sister into a hug.

"Don't worry, D. I'll write to you loads. And I'll see you at Christmas and Easter and during the summer! And then in 4 years you'll be at school with me! It'll be good, I promise," he said as he pulled away from the hug quickly (so as to not appear girly to all of his potential new friends). Miranda wiped at her tears before sniffling and nodding. With a quick hug goodbye for Jamie and his father, Moses rushed back to the train where his mum was waiting.

"You keep safe, Moses Alexander. And don't let anyone get you into trouble, either. Mind your brother and write to us," Mrs. Dodderidge said stiffly, trying to hold back her tears. She pulled him into a tight hug and scooted him off without giving him a chance to say anything. Only minutes later did the train pull away, leaving Moses to find a place to sit and become acquainted with his peers.
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Crying
Moses felt as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't know what to do; if he gave in to the demands of Rabastan Lestrange, he would surely get discovered and fired from his job. If he talked to Brand or anyone above him, or didn't do anything for that matter something could happen to his family. He hated feeling vulnerable, and this is exactly what Rabastan Lestrange had done to him. With a loud sigh, he slammed his fist against the bar at the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't have much time to brood about it, however, because at that moment Miranda walked into her parents' establishment. She was bright and cheery from head to toe, most likely because she was finally home for a few days. "Momo!" she squealed excitedly, running over to her older brother and practically knocking him off of his stool as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

Moses forced a smile and did his best to push his thoughts away. Miranda didn't need to worry about him. "Hey," he said, feigning a surprised amusement, "I didn't know you were coming home this afternoon."

"It's Easter hols, Momo. Of course I'm home!" she said, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before bounding up the stairs to find her parents and Jamie.

Moses watched her as she ran up the stairs, waiting until she was out of sight before he let himself collapse at the middle, resting the weight of his upper body on the bar. She was so happy, so excited...the thought of her dying because of him...of well, anything bad at all happening to her because of him was way too much for him to bear. He let out a slow ragged breath as he thought about his family. Of losing them...he couldn't handle it. A strangled, loud sob escaped from him; it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Moses Dodderidge sat in his parents pub, curled up like a small child at the bar, tears flooding from his eyes. He had to do it. It didn't matter what happened to his job or him. He had to keep his family safe...at any cost.
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