An Reply Owl to Ernie Macmillan, dated August 5th, 1998.muggle_poshMarch 17 2008, 00:51:27 UTC
Ernie,
I'll be up at Hogwarts tomorrow so we can chat over that pint. Or gallon, perhaps. I say gallon because apparently we have quite a lot to catch up on. I can't promise things will feel normal considering, but we'll start moving in that direction. You certainly know how to get a mate's attention.
Ernie's day had been awkwardly wonderful, what with the newness of this thing with Michael. Yet at the back of his mind was the reminder that Justin would be by soon enough for them to 'talk'. He wondered what they'd say, what Justin would ask. The two of them had been through so much over the years, from Basilisks to Dark Lords, and Ernie felt confident they could weather anything... but then, he had been wrong before, as many enthusiastically reminded him. (For some reason, people thought they had to keep him humble.)
He had eaten well at dinner, for if he was to be drinking, then he didn't want to do so on an empty stomach, and he'd grabbed himself a book to bring with him outside. He wanted to greet Justin as soon as he arrived - he had missed him - and the sooner they spotted each other, the sooner they could get started on that pint.
It felt unusual after almost a year, slipping on robes. It was akin to those first days of wearing trousers after a summer exclusively done in shorts. Justin found himself adjusting his collar and the way his robes hung upon him. He had lost weight- mother insisting it was the last of his baby fat, but Justin did not see it as such.
The train had ground to a halt and Justin had taken the moment to fuss in the loo. It also felt strange still to wear such things that were so clean- months of captivity and then months more on the run, smashing new threads weren't a luxury- they were unheard of. It was another reminder to young Finch-Fletchley that this was his real life, which was made more surreal by Ernie's owl yesterday.
Justin had eaten on the train lightly and upon setting foot down on the cracked pebbles and set cobbles of the station, Justin looked about for his mate.
Ernie looked up from his book at the sound of footsteps approaching, and upon seeing it was Justin, he used his wand to send the book back to his room and stood up from the ground. It felt good to see his best mate again.
"Finchy, over here!" he called out as he started walking in Justin's direction, waving his hand and grinning. "Merlin, it's good to see you mate."
The moment Justin was within range, Ernie reached out to draw him into a big, back-pounding hug.
Blond curls turned about, looking for the short and stout physique of one Ernie Macmillan. He was not the first to spot Ernie, but rather Ernie spotted him. The nickname that which poured from Ernie so effortlessly gave Justin a brief moment of pause. For a year, he was but a number, and then "Fletch." Unlike the clothes though, this felt good and welcoming.
Ernie's quick advance gave Justin little time to react. He advanced and upon being hugged by the vaguely shorter man, Justin cleared his throat, a humble blush upon his cheek. "Alright now," he stated, wrapping his fist upon Ernie's chest in a stiffly British, manly hug.
With their embrace broken a moment later, Justin noted Ernie's weight gain with a gentle gaze, surveying for the changes he had missed while his hands extended to shake Ernie's warmly. "Good to see you mate," he noted, "How about that pint now, ay? I'm parched." Looking about, Justin fell into line, tapping at Ernie's shoulder with a fist.
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I'll be up at Hogwarts tomorrow so we can chat over that pint. Or gallon, perhaps. I say gallon because apparently we have quite a lot to catch up on. I can't promise things will feel normal considering, but we'll start moving in that direction. You certainly know how to get a mate's attention.
Yours,
Justin
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He had eaten well at dinner, for if he was to be drinking, then he didn't want to do so on an empty stomach, and he'd grabbed himself a book to bring with him outside. He wanted to greet Justin as soon as he arrived - he had missed him - and the sooner they spotted each other, the sooner they could get started on that pint.
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The train had ground to a halt and Justin had taken the moment to fuss in the loo. It also felt strange still to wear such things that were so clean- months of captivity and then months more on the run, smashing new threads weren't a luxury- they were unheard of. It was another reminder to young Finch-Fletchley that this was his real life, which was made more surreal by Ernie's owl yesterday.
Justin had eaten on the train lightly and upon setting foot down on the cracked pebbles and set cobbles of the station, Justin looked about for his mate.
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"Finchy, over here!" he called out as he started walking in Justin's direction, waving his hand and grinning. "Merlin, it's good to see you mate."
The moment Justin was within range, Ernie reached out to draw him into a big, back-pounding hug.
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Ernie's quick advance gave Justin little time to react. He advanced and upon being hugged by the vaguely shorter man, Justin cleared his throat, a humble blush upon his cheek. "Alright now," he stated, wrapping his fist upon Ernie's chest in a stiffly British, manly hug.
With their embrace broken a moment later, Justin noted Ernie's weight gain with a gentle gaze, surveying for the changes he had missed while his hands extended to shake Ernie's warmly. "Good to see you mate," he noted, "How about that pint now, ay? I'm parched." Looking about, Justin fell into line, tapping at Ernie's shoulder with a fist.
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